<?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-9215505668116744359</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:04:46.979-08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='Khe6ba'/><category term='bloggers'/><category term='plans'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='venting'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='song'/><category term='Kololololololosh'/><category term='London'/><category term='Progress'/><category term='Superficial'/><category term='High school'/><category term='Bitch'/><category term='Present'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='sirens'/><category term='Fastelco'/><category term='ANGRY'/><category term='Kuwait'/><category term='SMOKING'/><category term='Back'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Wish. wish. wish.'/><category term='driving'/><category term='work'/><category term='changes'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Finals'/><category term='women'/><category term='ugly'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='Future Predictions'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='F*ck'/><category term='boycott'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Kindness'/><category term='life in general'/><category term='camping'/><category term='meeting'/><category term='grades'/><category term='Favorites'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='artificial'/><category term='People'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='job search'/><category term='Engagement'/><category term='Liberation Day'/><category term='Love'/><category term='HURT'/><category term='men'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='fun'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>Obsessions</title><subtitle type='html'>"The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want. "
Ben Stein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-765171982476121894</id><published>2010-04-13T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T03:47:50.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility is a Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/S8RLXoFLlEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-zsSR-7QauY/s1600/hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459571517548106818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/S8RLXoFLlEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-zsSR-7QauY/s400/hh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I feel responsible for my job, younger brother, my baby, my husband, my older sister, my maid, my house, babys nurse, driver, mom, dad, and cousins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes its tooooo much.&lt;/p&gt;Shayla ham el denya 3ala thahri. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-765171982476121894?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/765171982476121894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=765171982476121894' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/765171982476121894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/765171982476121894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2010/04/responsibility-is-bitch.html' title='Responsibility is a Bitch'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/S8RLXoFLlEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-zsSR-7QauY/s72-c/hh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-187792600997334616</id><published>2009-11-10T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:19:22.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you could dedicate one song to ur loved one, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfrZP32sIz0#watch-main-area"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfrZP32sIz0#watch-main-area&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma3aref shloon i put the utube video up here.&lt;br /&gt;I suck, mamdaaney dethart ! Hatha wana lail7een maweladt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats my song to Mr ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-187792600997334616?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/187792600997334616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=187792600997334616' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/187792600997334616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/187792600997334616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-could-dedicate-one-song-to-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-7039088837256581840</id><published>2009-11-06T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:19:41.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That One Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SvSgTRK0x_I/AAAAAAAAALw/lBbY2bIyQ4E/s1600-h/lon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401118106010830834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SvSgTRK0x_I/AAAAAAAAALw/lBbY2bIyQ4E/s400/lon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is that one word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that describes lonliness in its utter most ironic way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That details the anxiety of anticipation, of waiting, and waiting even more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that characterizes and delineates the unappreciativeness of what I have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that defines the scrutiny of family who inaddition fabricate affection,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that simplifies the meaning of lethargy in its simplist form,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that illustrates the desire to be desired, to be heard, to be nurtured, loved and cared for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that assigns the feeling of being given the fullest attention, 100% all the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-7039088837256581840?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/7039088837256581840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=7039088837256581840' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7039088837256581840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7039088837256581840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-one-word.html' title='That One Word'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SvSgTRK0x_I/AAAAAAAAALw/lBbY2bIyQ4E/s72-c/lon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-3334757645956302037</id><published>2009-10-25T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:14:15.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a pregnant women doesnt want to hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SuSUC_gOMdI/AAAAAAAAALo/3CfA_n-oRa8/s1600-h/pregnnnnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396601032623927762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SuSUC_gOMdI/AAAAAAAAALo/3CfA_n-oRa8/s400/pregnnnnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wooooww ur belly is so big, are u having twins??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ee ka beda khashmech yenferesh, yala maboga shay enshalla (la walaa??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ha meta el welada enshalla?? (Mm entaw shako, i See u once in every 3 years)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bent wela walad? (SHAKOOO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nagaytaw esem ?? (hathy sej et6afer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Betnafseen ebait ahalech ? (LA wala kent emfakra ya 3nd el yeran ya ebaitkum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meno Dktoortech? Weey mozaina, tadreen etmoot 3al C-section (Did I even ask for ur opinion?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Waaaay allah e3enech (F**K U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ambaih bs khalas bs writing hal post esta3sart all over again...&lt;br /&gt;Hff hormones hormones hormones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;META OLAD YA RABEEEEEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-3334757645956302037?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/3334757645956302037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=3334757645956302037' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/3334757645956302037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/3334757645956302037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-pregnant-women-doesnt-want-to-hear.html' title='What a pregnant women doesnt want to hear'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SuSUC_gOMdI/AAAAAAAAALo/3CfA_n-oRa8/s72-c/pregnnnnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-4714389915962000182</id><published>2009-10-05T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:08:33.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeleel el 7aya!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SspgLvGqAkI/AAAAAAAAALg/qU698MoDI80/s1600-h/naughty+boy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389225658841432642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SspgLvGqAkI/AAAAAAAAALg/qU698MoDI80/s400/naughty+boy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE the other day I was walking in the avenues minding my own business when something from behind me SMACKS me on my A**!!!&lt;br /&gt;WTH!!&lt;br /&gt;Altefet adawer sheno hatha wela theres this 5 year old kid on the floor tawa 6aye7 after putting all his stupid weight into hitting me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A7SAN!!" I say at the kid on the floor ba6 chabdee oo sej he hurt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TFOO 3alaich"&lt;br /&gt;I was standing gob smacked at this little jerks reaction!@ He actually spitted at me for no reason at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALA EL 3ATHEEM I WAS MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS TALKING TO MY FRIEND MALEE SHEGHEL EB A7AD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the stupid kid comes aaaiming his fists at my tummy!!!! (Wegaf galbiiii!! I Was thinking omg my baby!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wakher 3ani!!! bs khalas rooo7 la anadee el sher6a"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TFooo 3alaich"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my back oo walked away feeling the spitting still going on behind me bs trying my best to gain my presteej back (AY PRESTEEJ ELA TEBAKHAR!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ab3an being pregnant that made my eyes well up oo I was about to break down and cry then and there bs mesakt 3omree cuz Ive had enough embarrasment for one day!!&lt;br /&gt;IM NEVER STEPPING FOOT IN THE AVENUES EVER AGAIN WITHOUT MY BODYGUARD (MR) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and read this part only if ur interested in pregnancy or are pregnant:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekteshaft ely ya7mel oo yakel methel akla el 6abe3ey (Before getting pregnant) doesnt gain as much as if you think Im eating for TWO, which is soo not true, fa stick 2 ur own schedual and yeah give in to ur cravings bs bel 3agel dont go overrr board!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-4714389915962000182?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4714389915962000182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=4714389915962000182' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4714389915962000182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4714389915962000182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/10/jeleel-el-7aya.html' title='Jeleel el 7aya!!!'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SspgLvGqAkI/AAAAAAAAALg/qU698MoDI80/s72-c/naughty+boy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-2790354118801787983</id><published>2009-10-02T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:47:24.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SsaC8dOgYgI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZTTK0G-tPeU/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388137979344609794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SsaC8dOgYgI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZTTK0G-tPeU/s400/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SsYUu3oZ3_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/HfoTni_iMgQ/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What does anyone do in Q8??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-2790354118801787983?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/2790354118801787983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=2790354118801787983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2790354118801787983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2790354118801787983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/10/bored.html' title='Bored!!'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SsaC8dOgYgI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZTTK0G-tPeU/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-3485454780040284694</id><published>2009-09-19T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:33:10.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SrVN38dJVvI/AAAAAAAAALI/0OAgNM6uwRs/s1600-h/maid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383294553107814130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SrVN38dJVvI/AAAAAAAAALI/0OAgNM6uwRs/s400/maid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it normal that my house maid talks on the phone more than I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or that she gets more texts than I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El mshkela ena I gave her the phone fa fashla ya3nee ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is this just my hormones playing with my feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and 3eedkum embarrak ! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-3485454780040284694?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/3485454780040284694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=3485454780040284694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/3485454780040284694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/3485454780040284694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/09/weird-or-what.html' title='Weird or what?'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SrVN38dJVvI/AAAAAAAAALI/0OAgNM6uwRs/s72-c/maid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-1737146829467803340</id><published>2009-09-11T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:31:38.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure..</title><content type='html'>Im really bad at updating you guys with sheno sar bs ana gayla lazim atsana3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So The cure that totally cured me oo ra7 kelshay ely kan feeny is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the creams, powders, lotions, etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;But simply....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLIVE OIL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La wel meshkela ena ana ely I prescribed it to myself, 7asayt ena el creamat had too much stuff in them o might harm my baby so I reasearched online oo 6ala3 lots of mothers-2-b sar feehum oo some tried Olive Oil oo ohwa ely nefa3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El7emdellaa ya rab .. enshala ma7ad ethoog ely thegta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-1737146829467803340?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/1737146829467803340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=1737146829467803340' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/1737146829467803340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/1737146829467803340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/09/cure.html' title='The Cure..'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-75189061619749900</id><published>2009-09-02T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:25:33.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates with my pregnancy (NOT A HAPPY POST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sp7iwqs7rZI/AAAAAAAAALA/-zGDQpncgMU/s1600-h/preg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376984330851298706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sp7iwqs7rZI/AAAAAAAAALA/-zGDQpncgMU/s400/preg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im 25 weeks pregnant oo its hectic :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bedayat my pregnancy till now I didnt gain much weight though which is amaazing cuz I eat alot non stop bs also I move alot so it equals things out, the thing is it was sooo easy and I kept saying ee el7emdela mako nesat bs noom, oo ee el7emdela sahalat khaboona 3al faathey, oo ee el7emdela tara kela mobalaqa eb mobalaqaa,, and thennn......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became sick twice throwing up oo diorehea in my 4th and 5th months, oo kel marath 10 days atleast (maybe thats why i didnt gain much) and then when things became better oo I finally got my health back I developed a rash which is spread alll over which is killing me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agom men el noom men el alam! I wake up my poor hubby ely warrah dawam men my crying! I cant stand it no more, ive been to three dermatologists oo akher wa7da ehy ely baredat chabdee (Dr Mona al Fares) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oo enshala tonight I can sleep with the millions of creams prescribed to me since I cant take much medication because of my pregnancy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahh esahel oo ehawen 3alay, ana nearly dasha my 7th month now, laa oo foog kel hatha ga3da a7ateey Swine Flu with hal pregnancy, shlooon?? Shasawee? Its so wierd faja kelshay eb wagt wa7ed, 3ayazt wana agra 3ala 3omree o 7alty 7aala, bs sa3at Shit happens :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El7emdela 3ala Kol 7aal shay a7san men shay ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-75189061619749900?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/75189061619749900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=75189061619749900' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/75189061619749900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/75189061619749900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates-with-my-pregnancy-not-happy.html' title='Updates with my pregnancy (NOT A HAPPY POST)'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sp7iwqs7rZI/AAAAAAAAALA/-zGDQpncgMU/s72-c/preg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-4116164029319278730</id><published>2009-07-14T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:46:40.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say, cant find the words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SlxFa4-LhwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hJJy9hQeOqc/s1600-h/big_hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358233984936150786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SlxFa4-LhwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hJJy9hQeOqc/s400/big_hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never missed my blog this much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has been going on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooo much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff too personal to even talk about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the good news is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im expecting a baby in a few months time  (enshalla ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM SUPER EXCITED@!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-4116164029319278730?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4116164029319278730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=4116164029319278730' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4116164029319278730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4116164029319278730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-to-say-cant-find-words.html' title='So much to say, cant find the words'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SlxFa4-LhwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hJJy9hQeOqc/s72-c/big_hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5556654677567086958</id><published>2009-04-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:14:03.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SdoqMg1FL3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/p36fXvySVzk/s1600-h/conf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321612304151031666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SdoqMg1FL3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/p36fXvySVzk/s400/conf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I wana post something, I log in, go to New Post then think to myself Naaaaah nothing important to saay, then log out. WHATS WRONG WITH ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5556654677567086958?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5556654677567086958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5556654677567086958' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5556654677567086958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5556654677567086958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/04/confused.html' title='Confused..'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SdoqMg1FL3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/p36fXvySVzk/s72-c/conf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-7117070256838045819</id><published>2009-03-16T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:50:24.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT FORGET..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Mothers Day!! Its this upcoming saturday the 21st of March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314162494070435906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb-yofnFsEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XqlCCNiaPLc/s400/mothers.gif" border="0" /&gt;Ideas for your thoughtfulness...:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go online to buy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flowers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313786183915963714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb5cYXCwhUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OI15tJuuISc/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theworldflowers.com/default.asp?lang=en-us&amp;amp;idcountry=372"&gt;http://www.theworldflowers.com/default.asp?lang=en-us&amp;amp;idcountry=372&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowerskuwait.com/"&gt;http://www.flowerskuwait.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flora2000.com/Shopping/Kuwait2.asp"&gt;http://www.flora2000.com/Shopping/Kuwait2.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.q8flowers.com/flowers.aspx?sid=2"&gt;http://www.q8flowers.com/flowers.aspx?sid=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another good idea is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(Mwa3eeen)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb5gwyqimZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Vv--RWgGXeQ/s1600-h/plates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313791001693952402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb5gwyqimZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Vv--RWgGXeQ/s400/plates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will find plenty in A to Z (fair price)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sal7eya (Porcelean) High End shwaya although they have a 30% sale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Home Center (fair price)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sultan Center (fair price)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ikea (fair prices)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No likey? Try getting her a gift voucher from Villa Moda worth 10% off an purchases made between March 19-21&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AlOstoura just sent me a msg claiming they have silverrware (qaseemat sheraa ma3daneya) available for mothers day with prices varying from 50-100-150-250 KD, call 67007779&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb-zXOITvXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-dSH_9auQYQ/s1600-h/frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163296831782258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb-zXOITvXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-dSH_9auQYQ/s400/frame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How about just getting a family picture and playing around with the picture adding effects (if your not that creative and dont know how try any mosawer or theres a place in Galleria 2000 who plays around with pictures professionaly) oo place it in a picture frame with flowers and chocolates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chocolates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb-xZcVk6sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YDvocH0AxvE/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314161135982013122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb-xZcVk6sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YDvocH0AxvE/s400/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Godiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fauchon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patchi? (shakhbari ;p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb-yO4JIvAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_wd51RdRC_w/s1600-h/scrapbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314162053979094018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb-yO4JIvAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_wd51RdRC_w/s400/scrapbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If your mom is into creativity and you have plenty of time on your hands why dont you make her a scrap book of family pictures and each member of your family could comment on each page underneath the pictures and good memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope this is all useful, for additional info just ask, and maybe u can add ur own ideas !! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-7117070256838045819?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/7117070256838045819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=7117070256838045819' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7117070256838045819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7117070256838045819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-forget.html' title='DONT FORGET..'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Sb-yofnFsEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XqlCCNiaPLc/s72-c/mothers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-3778887377173204338</id><published>2009-02-15T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:51:07.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Almost Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SZf90B0sJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uzn00R4I1y0/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302986156536506226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SZf90B0sJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uzn00R4I1y0/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 Kilo gain weight since i got married!!!!!! ( Ok just 5 but still it is the difference from being sexy skinny to being on the verge of chubby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my trip to Lebanon 2 weeks ago I went to this kick-ass dietician who knew exactly what I was going through, FOOD BINGING! She made me get into this alien machine that could tell every single secret of my body, such as how much muscle I have, how much fat blab la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly to say, my results weren’t very attractive, so I’m not about to broadcast them here, but with the very pleasant diet she gave me I’m supposed to lose .5 kilo each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just checked out my weight and it turns out I lost .7 so yipeeeeeee me!! (Cuz I did cheat and had a few sweeties especially since last night was valentines )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started blogging 3 years ago, under a different identity oo I loved my first one the most. I kinda don’t like me as much as I did before(blogging wise) so I’m going to try to catch my aura back then and improvise here in my new casa blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubby is cool about me blogging, he was actually the person that encouraged me to start blogging again. I never thought he would be this cool, bs ashwa it turns out he is the coolest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I’m in my comfort zone, I’m always smiling cheerful, happy, singing my heart out, until a stranger arrives. I go quiet, I don’t interact, don’t smile as much, and hate myself whilst doing all three. It’s a new thing of mine, I wasn’t like this when I was younger. I’m planning on changing and going to be my usual self and not act shy (EKH) around strangers (or friend of a friend), the latter is where I noticed myself on most occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow is my big trial. I am invited to this birthday thing filled with people I don’t really know know and I plan on being the normal version of anti-shy me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S the new look is for Mr, he always complains that the color hurts his eyes, THATS why he doesn't "check my blog", (yeah right )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-3778887377173204338?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/3778887377173204338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=3778887377173204338' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/3778887377173204338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/3778887377173204338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-everything.html' title='Almost Everything'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SZf90B0sJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uzn00R4I1y0/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-2506402692888089307</id><published>2009-02-11T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:31:21.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a black Abaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SZMk3nyIeII/AAAAAAAAAJw/1kRvmqzPSuI/s1600-h/abaya.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621724335863938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SZMk3nyIeII/AAAAAAAAAJw/1kRvmqzPSuI/s400/abaya.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veiled heads, dressed all in black, from head to toe, my painted red fingernails hidden underneath my silky black Abbaya, worried that the "Hay'a" might question me, stop me, hold me hostage in their big black GMC. We all had solemn expressions, faces swept away from any smiles or happy expressions as we roamed the malls. We were in Riyadh and all shocked at how they led their lives. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were there on a short trip, 2 days only not more. The girls their were so nice and pretty, they were so kind and generous, so down to earth, wonderful companions and tour guides. They were cousins of our Kuwaiti friend, thank god we knew someone there to explain to us how to act and where to go and what to do and what not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They took us everywhere. Bizarrely enough they had a whole floor in a shopping mall called "Ladies Kingdom" which we can shop scarfless, only women are allowed there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we actually went to have coffee, we wernt allowed to get out of the car, but the driver took our orders and headed down to Java Time (latheeeeeeeeeeeeeth) which is their "Starbucks". Although they do have a starbux,  its not "in" like it is here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadly we didnt stay long enough to go on their dessert excersions or their house gatherings (which is real big in Riyadh due to all the rules they have for women) its more fun to stay at home or visit your friends houses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What really struck me as strange, is upon my arrival to the hotel, dressed in my black Abbaya holding Mr's hand when a man about our age started shouting out comments, flirting at me and my sister in laws ASHKARA, not even considering the MAN standing next to us as anything. Ya3ni not only don't you have respect for women, bs man also??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such a strange peculiar experience.  An unexpected abnormal one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My highlight must have been getting to know the young, smart lively girls, and I must say JAVA TIME !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S I hope I didnt offend anybody in this post, its just sooo different than what I had expected, and so different than it is here in Kuwait. I am sure if i did live their I'd find Kuwait strange comparing it to my own hometown, so close to each other yet so different lifestyles and ideologies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-2506402692888089307?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/2506402692888089307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=2506402692888089307' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2506402692888089307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2506402692888089307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-upon-black-abaya.html' title='Once upon a black Abaya'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SZMk3nyIeII/AAAAAAAAAJw/1kRvmqzPSuI/s72-c/abaya.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-7358400437084492141</id><published>2009-01-31T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:38:19.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kesal..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Im supposed to get up from this cosy and waaaarm sofa, and get dressed for the coold and mean weather. I just hate it when its cold, its as if Kuwait becomes my enemy during winter time, instead of making me happy and shining its golden sun at me, it wraps me in cold air and paints its sky grey just so that it can make me miserable. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuwait I assure u, mission accomplished.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALEY  khelg agoooooooom!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I HAVE to. Nothing would be accomplished if I were to lay down here,typing sweet nothings into my laptop and not having a care in the world. Although it does sound tempting, but I really gotta go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au revoir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-7358400437084492141?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/7358400437084492141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=7358400437084492141' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7358400437084492141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7358400437084492141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/01/kesal.html' title='Kesal..'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5984465591203806304</id><published>2009-01-27T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:23:34.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SX969ugjAMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wMblOl5Hsxs/s1600-h/dance011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296086887686144194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SX969ugjAMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wMblOl5Hsxs/s400/dance011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been so long I know, I kinda grew out of my blogging addiction, I'm more of a silent reader to most blogs now,,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy belated New Year everyone .. I celebrated with my beau overseas and had a blast, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we had fireworks on the beach*&lt;/span&gt; and slow danced to soft music (THIS IS A BIG DEAL, my husband is soooooooo not this type) Love u ;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* This star indicates the not so romantic story behind the fireworks;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As people were laying on the white sands enjoying the azure, royal blue awash waves, I stood barefoot on the cool beach, gazing up at the dark sky watching as the colorful firworks danced their way higher reaching towards the sky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purchasing two big boxes of firworks my husband was eager to start firing away, his child within jumped out of his manly figure and with pleading eyes as to not waste time, he held my hand and led me towards the dry sand right infront of the waves who with big blue and white hurled threatining to moistened our destined area in which we chose to set fireworks free. I sat on the white benches watching my beau as he placed the oh-so-precious new toy on the sand stabilizing it to aim towards the sky.I watched curiosly as he tried on many attempts to start lightening the piece of thread that could create such picturesque sights to ones eye.... finally the stubborn white thick thread lit and my husband came running towards where all of us were sitting enjoying the view.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, the fireworks came aiming, soaring towards us loosing balance and diverting its fun towards all the innocent people including me, his fragile little wife :( i froze in my place not knowing where to flee, the screams of the people around me and my husbands yelling managed to bring me back to reality, which was a bit too late .... some stupid firework aimed directly at my foot, but with all the adrelanine i didnt feel it except moments later. Surprise surprise i was the only one injured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With flushed faces we apologized to those who were once audience and now just angry people looking with frowning faces down on us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats my new years story, we left the beach and headed towardsour hotel. Soft music was playing and all couples were enveloped in each others arms dancing together. With guilt encrypted on my beaus face, he asked me ever so gently if I would like to dance like i had always wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ofcourse I had to say yes, and so hand in hand, we danced the night away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5984465591203806304?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5984465591203806304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5984465591203806304' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5984465591203806304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5984465591203806304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-years.html' title='My New Years'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SX969ugjAMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wMblOl5Hsxs/s72-c/dance011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-4639781002067152536</id><published>2008-11-25T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:28:55.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And another post from my friend "MS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SSvFSMmRr7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/4aF68OQpQFs/s1600-h/bb+buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272524705177382834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SSvFSMmRr7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/4aF68OQpQFs/s400/bb+buddies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and Foremost, I would like to congragulate Mrs. little slow on technology over here (Mrs.) on FINALLY getting a BB !! Secondly, Ive seen the comments on the last post, oo Ive been meaning to reply to you ASWELL as write more.. bes ive been CRAZY busy. Believe it or not, im typing this from work, and ONLY because im so exciited for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wondering who I am .. Ive decided to go by Ms. .. (corny and sad huh? I dnt care live with it). I dont like to reveal my identity and believe it or not, i re read the first post abt 5 times to make sure i didnt spill out anything too obvious .. :P i like to refer to myself as "chees magthooth" (heard it from a friend once), see.. blogging is not good for me.. lana min awal jomla aktibha ibayiin mino ana ;P 7adii ashkara.. ANYWHOOOZ.. so Ive been thinking alot bt this whole blogging thing... oo 6ab3an after i read the comment.. hatha ili shaja3ni zyada to write another post. The only dillemma Im having is WHAT to write about.. what will keep the readers posted and waiting for another post ? Hmm .. I guess only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is only going slower, 3eed is around the corner then christmas and new years. Ive been working REALLY hard, oo im actually taking my FIRST vacation ina couple of days.. and NO im not excited bout the cold weather .. i look at it more like "HELLOOOO SHOPPING" ! ;) speaking of shopping, i think thats the only reason me and Mrs. are friends, cuz thats one of the most things we have in common :P oh also because shes a good friend :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, did i mention how excited I am that Mrs. finally got a BB ? im probably more happy then her :P So .. I dont really go out much in Kuwait. Reason being the 3agad. I dont like to even see them. so what do i do ? nothing. its sick. I mean dnt get me wrong, I do go out, bes the places i go to are usually NOT za7ma.. oh and i must admit.. the shopping here.. im impressed. See im more of a boutique person rather than well-known brands.. and I refuse to buy the typical Zara and Mango stuff.. bes the boutiques here.. im really impressed. likwaitiyeen maykhaloon wala :P sirna al7een were keeping up with bara, maybe even them keeping up with us... Kuwaiti girls imaskhoonha though.. with the clown makeup and 20 inch heels. Shda3wa yoba ? bes I guess kilman oo styla sa7 ? im a very laid back person, only wear heels on occasions :P bes al7en i started to cuz of work .. bes i feel ina if i dress up like that everyday, when it comes to a 7afla or an istiqbal or a wedding, ill still look the same ? get it? Heh, i dunno .. but trust me .. u can learn ALOT of tips from Mrs. .. I usually go to hwe when im in a fashion crisis.. hey .. she comes to me too? Im not that bad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like i said im at work .. and a document that i had hand written was passed on to another colleague.. who later on the day comes to me and asks me the wiredst q tha left me staring blank at her. Ok poeple, itha you dont know how to speak English .. DONT? SIMPLE!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, she comes to me confused asking me "Is this your line?" I go "Wat?"&lt;br /&gt;She goes "Is this your line?" and repeats it like 3 times ..&lt;br /&gt;I figuired ok, lets ask her bil 3arabi yimkin tigdar tishra7lii "Im sorry 7abeebti mo fahmitich khair shfeha il doc.?"&lt;br /&gt;"La bes boghait a3arf itha hatha kha6iich"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kha6iich .. Line .. GO FIGURE !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well.. I dont wana take over Mrs.'s blog and all .. shes probably giving looks at her laptop rite now.. bes i was just SO happy for her that i had to share it with her readers ;* As of now .. Ill leave and let Mrs. take over ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO -&lt;br /&gt;Ms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-4639781002067152536?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4639781002067152536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=4639781002067152536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4639781002067152536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4639781002067152536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-another-post-from-my-friend-ms.html' title='And another post from my friend &quot;MS&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SSvFSMmRr7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/4aF68OQpQFs/s72-c/bb+buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-1424684390326659077</id><published>2008-11-22T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:13:11.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Timer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SShmvG0b9BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_Pgwtag5-5c/s1600-h/nailpolish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271576323307598866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SShmvG0b9BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_Pgwtag5-5c/s400/nailpolish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;Blogging .. I never really got it? I never really did it .. Never really read it .. If your wondering who I am .. I'm a friend of this blogger.. a good one might I add. And today is a special day for me.. because this is the first time in history i blog .. I managed to get a hold of her password n asked permission to leave a post.. who knows, by the end of this i might be leaving more than just one .. So .. I'm gona start.. with whatever comes to mind.. and if i get comments.. and if my writing seems to be interesting .. then i might leave more posts .. so here it goes:  The day i found out my friend got engaged (or should i say about to get engaged..) I left her house crying .. all the way to my home .. until i slept. I thought to myself.. Yes..im happy for her .. but whats gona happen to us? Theres something you readers should know.. Im not writing this so that she can read this.. she already knows everything im about to say .. but I have known this girl for 8 years.. going on the 9th .. and i can trully say that she has been there for me since day 1 .. i lived abroad for a couple of years and she managed to be there for me in a way you cant imagine.. she knows everything about me .. gave me advice.. was there for me when i fell .. MORE than once.. and 3ala golat oboy, she is NOT a friend, she is family. Anyhooz, she got engaged.. and things were getting more wierder for me. I never felt like i was about to loose someone so close to me .. i tried not to think about it .. n kept asking her "promise you wont change" and she kept insisting and telling me how things are gona get better.. She proved me wrong.. She got married that summer .. didnt change a bit. i spoke to her EVERYDAY on her honeymoon. things were looking good for me .. I came back .. and this is where everything changed. I was introduced to the hubby (really nice guy) .. i saw her new life .. i saw her happy .. i felt her change.. then.. I saw us. She proved me WRONG. infact.. everything i thought would happen.. the opposite happened.. not one day passes by where shed call to check up on me.. I remember going to her place .. and its very hard for me to cry, really hard.. and that day i went over.. i just cried and cried and complained about everything going wrong in my life. she didnt have to say ANYTHING, i walked out of her house feeling so much better. she def. proved me wrong.My friends kept insisting i read blogs.. n i always used to refuse.. i dont like it. infact, i still dont ;P bes there was this one blog that i got hooked on .. i finished it in 2 days.. literally.. n i would get so into it .. LoveStruckFlana.. if your reading this.. one word: OMG.. wait thats 3. yeh, anyway.. I always wished i had a joojoo in my life .. as i kept reading her blog.. i used to get even more n more depressed wag3ad wafakir, ana laish ma3indi a7at ib7ayati chithi? not realizing that MY joojoo was this person who was calling me EVERY NITE before she sleeps to check up on me .. anyone reading this .. rarely do you find good friends in life .. and its when things like these that happen .. you really do realize who your real friends are. ok .. enuff talking about her .. (seriously dont flatter ur self .. i just promised i would say watever comes to mind n i did.. )Lets talk about this weekend... which i had an AMAZING time btw spending it with my joojoo.. My uncle was hosting a dinner party (married couples.. good music.. and AMAZING food). I wanted to go.. altho there was noone my age except for 2 of my cousins .. khalti is like my second mom .. but anyway .. i suggested some ppl to come along :P shes met my family ofcoarse but not my extended ones.. so i go to her place carrying a HUUGE os6oura bag with me filled with my NEW makeup thanks to some ppl, shoes, accessories, and LOTSA DRESSES ! we decide to go get our nails and hair done.. which took MUCH longer than expected, then went back home and took about an hr and half just trying on clothes and picking wat to wear.. when we finally decided .. we got into the car.. and drove all the way to my uncles..When we first walked in, it was a bit dark, the only lights were coming from the pool. I could tell she was very nervous :P there was only about 4 older couples including my parents, 3ami o khalti.  we say hello, and i introduce her to them and i cd tell she was very nervous :P she wanted to go home so i said ok, lemmi just go put the bag in the kitchen and ill walk you out. I go, come back, and find her sitting laughing with my mom about the high-heeled shoes im wearing and how my mom thinks their really UGLY! i was happy .. she got kinda comf :P more ppl started to come in n she was still there. made me so proud and happy.. cuz i knew ina shes not the type to meet her friends' family. I guess im special :P it was a wonderful night.. turned out my aunt was friends with her mom .. she left the house smiling and saying shes glad she came.. I was even gladder :) Due to my stressful week at work (which i have been working REALLY HARD.. to u ppl who know who i am) i enjoyed my weekend. A friend that comes to surprise you at work is a true one. A friend that encourages you and pushes you for the best is a true one. A friend that calls to check up one you 5 times a day is a true one. A friend that teaches you how to put makeup is  good one :P A friend that wants the best for you n is HONEST is a good one. And for someone who doesnt believe in best friends, I can definitely say that she has filled all the requirements of being one .. o im really lucky to have her in my life ;*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-1424684390326659077?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/1424684390326659077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=1424684390326659077' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/1424684390326659077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/1424684390326659077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogging.html' title='First Timer..'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SShmvG0b9BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_Pgwtag5-5c/s72-c/nailpolish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-1892908955048515481</id><published>2008-10-28T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:01:55.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UpDates =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SQeZWj-kmUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6o0KhJrUG-g/s1600-h/fendi+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262343302499572034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SQeZWj-kmUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6o0KhJrUG-g/s400/fendi+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ALF ALF MABROOK !! I Got the bag I wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enshala I didnt let you all down with my new fendi bag :P im not the typical kuwaiti balenciaga bag eli almost 9.5 out of 10 girls have.... la i go for chethey, shway different.. it comes in black, snake skin, navy, annnnnnnnnnnd RED :D tara theres a part missing fee a long shoulder strap ba3ad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways shar6 now I walk down avenues most of u are going to know who I am la'ana el Red 7ada RED FETHEE7A :P 3ad ma awa9eekum come say Hii :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(P.s) I couldnt take my a pic with my camera la'ana the red is too shiny madre shesalfa everytime i take a pic ye6la3 el flash on my bag o kelesh mo wathe7 so imagine it red kaifkum 3ad :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Btw this section is dedicated to hubby(a.k.a H): He read my earlier post and was like "MRSS! alah ehadaach, al7een eli yegra el post eshof 3an my bad habit 3abala ashraaab o sekeer o 7alty 7aalaaa"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: ee gal3etek, eg6a3 ur bad habit oo ill stop complaining ib my blog!&lt;br /&gt;H: enzain fasreeluhum sheno il bad habit tkfaaain..&lt;br /&gt;Mrs: La laiman u stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHA I never knew I had so much power in my blog!! :D Hubby if ur reading I love u :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Re7na health co. turns out la'ana ana not over weight fa i get a stricter diet than H. This is a way of rewarding me??? :( I cant get chocolate cake or tiramisu as often as hubbs, oo when he gets machboos deyay for lunch I get vegetable saute and other really depressing stuff. And to make matters worse, H shall lose so much weight in a week, when I, poor I, might only lose 1/2 a kilo each week. Shraykum bas??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ok so today I went to zain to purchase my Bold (EBKAIFI gharart ena its here in Q8) turns out the guy behind the counter had no clue what was Bold, he kept telling me 'madre sheno hal khedma, entay metakda ena ga3da ten6eqeenha sa7???' Loo sama7t Bold ohwa jehaz Blackberry. "ee 3indi wa7ed la7tha" e6ale3leey eyaah, turns out its a curve. Stupid salesperson. narfazni. Ma7eb I wait wayyed,! Which makes me feel spoilt, which Im NOT wala, bs sej I cant wait abi el BOLD AL7EEEN !! ;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.248am.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;www.248am.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; oo menziman khobree feeh, so I was like catching up oo he had an MSI wind which he enstalled OSX in. 7ad'ha e3jebatni el fekra since the wind 7ada khafeef o tiny eshaweg o it comes in PINK :P bs la i refuse to buy pink. Ta3aqadt min omey and now H. 3ala bo Im a girl all i ever get is pink stuff, ta3aqadt. Fushia I dont mind though.. ;p so anyway I might get that. Ill update u she9eeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3ala 6areey gadgets elyoam re7t Virgin ( I KNOW elyoam re7t kel mukan sa7?? :P) elmohem so ib Virgin they had a cool stand that they customize ur stuff for u, or as they put it Gadget Personalize, check it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skinjamonline.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;www.skinjamonline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; fa once i get my blackberry bawadeeh ehnak, and my new laptop, and maybe maaaaaaaaybe etha yazli el wath3 wayed my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-oo Bacher baroo7 el 3thman and other places to look for shoes, ee and baro7 wolford cuz a7taj gigi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note the other day H and I were in the car when I exclaimed excitedly&lt;br /&gt;"adrii sheno basaweee!! Basbagh sha3reee, Ba9eer SHAGRA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;H: Laish laissh te9begheena kelaaa, saway shay thaney mo kelaa&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haww shasawee, mabeey agesaa !! Abee e6ool laman meneey!&lt;br /&gt;H: La latgeseeenaaa!! Saweeh Shadoow!&lt;br /&gt;Me smiling evily: Shadow?&lt;br /&gt;H: ee hatha shadow malkumm&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shlon 9ayer?&lt;br /&gt;H: eli etsawooona khe9la o tark madre shetsamooonaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(He meant Hilights)&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute sa7? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-1892908955048515481?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/1892908955048515481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=1892908955048515481' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/1892908955048515481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/1892908955048515481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2008/10/updates.html' title='UpDates =)'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SQeZWj-kmUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6o0KhJrUG-g/s72-c/fendi+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-7843048343879719146</id><published>2008-10-26T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:26:55.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This &amp; That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SQTcnEbvQsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FjIyz3k1JJE/s1600-h/blackberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261572828438676162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SQTcnEbvQsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FjIyz3k1JJE/s400/blackberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATES people !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got low lights!! they look hot!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bacher 3indi maw3ed health co. me and hubby, i gained 4 kilos since tezawajna, he gained 15 :P so im there for support and i've always wanted to do health co. khan shoof its not easy losing weight when u dont need to much,, bs i love the skinnnnnny look, a3sheqa!! I wana wear skinny pants and actually look skinny pants not buldgey here and there and everywhere :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want BLACKBERRY BOLD ya naaaaas! Kent abi curve red min at&amp;amp;t bs gelna nan6er el BOLD a7san 3ala bo 3G and the curve is edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want the new fendi bag its hot hot hot !! ma3aney ma7eb fendi&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not a fan AT ALL but i really like this specific one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-I want apple macbook, a7es technology is waaaaaaaaaaaay ahead of me o i need to catch up 9ayra dathraa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bas khalast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hatholi el ashya abeeha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;enshala asha6ebha within these upcoming weeks .,, little by little I shall reach my utter and upmost satisfaction (NOT!!) wal7emdela 3ala kol 7aaal ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK VENTING TIME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday I was a bit ignorant, unable to accept some little flaws that my husband has. But then I realised that overlooking little things can make the world a brighter place. If he had such flaw and I became annoyed everytime it was done then he would be annoyed at my presence cuz I would always be complaining and whining and he would seek elsewhere to be for relaxation. And me ? I would just be a source of nagging to him. So yesterday we had a looooooooong talk, spoke about how I feel, how wrong of me not to accept him as he is, and how I shall help him if he needs my help, and athough its a tiny tiny tiny ugly habit, everyone does it, oo its socially accepted, so I shouldnt be making such a big deal, and I promise to change because I love him and we have a lifetime ahead of us, if one small thing such as this makes us argue all the time, then what shall we do when the big stuff comes?? Together him &amp;amp; I shall deal with it and overcoming the little things helps seeing a brighter future together (Bas nagesney the brady bunch song, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me finish this post with this beautiful beautiful saying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/25845.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/25845.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=25845"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/25845.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Cherie_Carter-Scott/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherie Carter-Scott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, "If Love Is a Game, These Are the Rules" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-7843048343879719146?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/7843048343879719146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=7843048343879719146' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7843048343879719146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7843048343879719146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-that.html' title='This &amp; That'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SQTcnEbvQsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FjIyz3k1JJE/s72-c/blackberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5407462418450672583</id><published>2008-10-23T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:05:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SQBnZLO28KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q7kwn57XvrI/s1600-h/man_sleeping_lead_narrowweb__300x420,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260318046978240674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SQBnZLO28KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q7kwn57XvrI/s400/man_sleeping_lead_narrowweb__300x420,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time off by yourself I have found is quiet healthy. (Due to my husband being busy from 9 am to 10 pm on business scheduals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shopping on my own, walking around Dubai on my own. Eating by myself. Smiling. and not even feeling a tiny bit sorry for myself, like I thought I would feel. Because I know at the end of the day I have someone to go back too.&lt;br /&gt;Let me assure you, we have our ups and downs, we argue alotttttt, especially since he has a wife like me who never puts her foot down on anything and has an answer to everything buttttttt still, he is the center of my core and i love him to bits and pieces !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night all I ever want to do is kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel your body next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to wrap your manly arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel safe in your warm haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your deep breathing on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel love vibrating from my body towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep cuz I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to waste time sleeping when I can stare at your beautiful face enhanced in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can see the light of the t.v reflect on the golden hairs on your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetdreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5407462418450672583?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5407462418450672583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5407462418450672583' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5407462418450672583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5407462418450672583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-poem.html' title='A Love Poem'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SQBnZLO28KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q7kwn57XvrI/s72-c/man_sleeping_lead_narrowweb__300x420,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5698261575100363158</id><published>2008-10-16T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:28:49.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Dubai</title><content type='html'>"ya 7elo awal ayam el zawaj" my husband mumbled when I repeatedly ignored him typing on my keyboard ... oo el daga ma9arlina 5 months metzawjeen !! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being was I didnt want him to eat so late at night fa I kept ignoring his persistant nagging abt wanting me to make him dinner. "shgaaaa3daa taktebeeeen???? ib blogggechh??"&lt;br /&gt;Nod.&lt;br /&gt;"shkaaatbaaa??"&lt;br /&gt;Me reads out what I just wrote.&lt;br /&gt;"Masheey, etgoleen 7ag el 3alam asrar baitnaa haa"&lt;br /&gt;Me ignores and keeps on typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a typical day...&lt;br /&gt;We have fun though ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off tomorrow to Dubai on a business trip with my hubbs, were gonna stay at the Westin, going to check it out. Inshalla its all that, bs the thing is my husband has this big deal business thing and me?? ma3indi shay ray7a to swim, lather myself with sunblock in order to try not to get a tan cuz waraay waaaaaaaaayed e3roos, and shop shop shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTT.. and there always is a butt ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not too familiar with the streets of Dubai.. so sil vous plait help moi ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cuzin got engaged today 7adee meshta6a !! and tawa one of my best friends got married! YAAAY my people are joining my club atlast! a7eb chethy I dont want to be the only one married and feel sometimes that i cant go out cuz my beau is home. (MODAYL metzawjat) bssss sej marriage is the best thing that ever happened to me. Its like having a best friend sleep over and sowaleff all the time especially etha u enjoy each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if any of u has doubts, I say GOO ahead esp itha u feel they are the right person!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5698261575100363158?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5698261575100363158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5698261575100363158' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5698261575100363158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5698261575100363158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2008/10/off-to-dubai.html' title='Off to Dubai'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-651887809168084717</id><published>2008-10-10T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:16:23.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SO_GF2Yc0fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/23Nuggz1NYg/s1600-h/london+bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255637093964370418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SO_GF2Yc0fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/23Nuggz1NYg/s400/london+bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been mentioning the word 'back' alot, I'm trying to get it to sink in, since my spouse is seriously encouraging me to blog. This time im BACK from London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amaaaaaaaaaaaazinG! The weather was absolutely perfect, the shopping very ummm.. black? everything was black or grey.. very umm qamta .. dark, sad, very 3aza'ish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why, bas ma asta7mel asma3 moqabalat bel 3arabi. Ok agdar ashof musalsalat kuwaiteya sometimes egyptian, bs NOTHING else wala el musalsalat el mudablaja!! La o yetkalemoon bel soori!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Arabic voice is monotonous in my ears with a piercing sound that doesn't go away. I DONT KNOW WHY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I listen to them I get irritated and plead my husband/mother/sister/brother/father to change the channel aw bayyen ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its wierd, but i Hope its common mo bas ana.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-651887809168084717?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/651887809168084717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=651887809168084717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/651887809168084717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/651887809168084717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-from-london.html' title='Back from London'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SO_GF2Yc0fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/23Nuggz1NYg/s72-c/london+bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-9120361394725134269</id><published>2008-10-01T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:46:06.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SOOM1feYl_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-waf9PdJPEg/s1600-h/im-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252196441054025714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SOOM1feYl_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-waf9PdJPEg/s400/im-back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awal shay,,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW FINALLY !!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a long long time, Im guessing ur guessing what happened to me.. welll..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I got married,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Went on my honeymoon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Lived in my new home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Felt wierd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Travelled with my hubby on a business trip (dubai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Came back to my newly barely lived in home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Got used to it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ramadhan came,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Im travelling again tomorrow (LONDON baby ;p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats a brief of what happened to me during this dissapearance, I know i have been missed, then forgotten, I missed u all, forgot some, bs enshala enshala ill be back, and everything with a star next to ill be blogging about in a seperate post, not necessarily now, bs in the upcoming days enshalla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad to be back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE ALOT TO POST ABOUT, so keep checking :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-9120361394725134269?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/9120361394725134269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=9120361394725134269' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/9120361394725134269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/9120361394725134269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2008/10/awal-shay-i-know-finally-its-been-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/SOOM1feYl_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-waf9PdJPEg/s72-c/im-back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-9203952161406447259</id><published>2007-07-16T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:14:41.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMOKING'/><title type='text'>PLEASE QUIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9b0pDM_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/onW_4rDkuq0/s1600-h/stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087727752241689586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9b0pDM_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/onW_4rDkuq0/s320/stop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9cEpDNAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QfEz0BOgH18/s1600-h/stop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087727756536656898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9cEpDNAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QfEz0BOgH18/s320/stop1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9cEpDNBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/e7I9JUzXhsA/s1600-h/stop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087727756536656914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9cEpDNBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/e7I9JUzXhsA/s320/stop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9cUpDNCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6yYs8S4HX8M/s1600-h/stop3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087727760831624226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9cUpDNCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6yYs8S4HX8M/s320/stop3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9cUpDNDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9BKV92Svh_Y/s1600-h/stop6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087727760831624242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9cUpDNDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9BKV92Svh_Y/s320/stop6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, whats the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-9203952161406447259?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/9203952161406447259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=9203952161406447259' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/9203952161406447259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/9203952161406447259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-quit.html' title='PLEASE QUIT'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rps9b0pDM_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/onW_4rDkuq0/s72-c/stop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5781473629289779090</id><published>2007-07-15T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:55:05.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaack ..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RpsWL0pDM-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/O-vKCAfIFIY/s1600-h/wr.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087684596410299362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RpsWL0pDM-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/O-vKCAfIFIY/s320/wr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been such a while since I last posted, I reckon each blogger takes a blogger break every now and the, I'm assuming I had mine. Since everytime I wanted to post I got writers block and had no clue what I wanted to post about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Life style now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont do much sports, I am sorta kinda working :P Towathaft is the real word. Turns out some people with me in uni are also now with me here, thats a good and a bad thing (;p) Ya3ni its good cuz atleast I know ina ako nas a3arefhum and I already have friends, bs its a bad thing cuz malait men owyohum bel jam3a :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all my blogger friends, ge6a3t ga63a chaydaa and im sooooooo sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lail7een kinda 7ayeshni writers block so remind me what I was good at postinG :P and etha makan 3ndii mawaheb then just drop in a few ideas, I MISS THE BLOGGING WORLD !! ;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw 6e7t 3ala khoosh web site notcot.org its amaaaaazing oo 7ada a good waste of time esp at work ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5781473629289779090?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5781473629289779090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5781473629289779090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5781473629289779090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5781473629289779090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/07/baaack.html' title='Baaack ..!'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RpsWL0pDM-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/O-vKCAfIFIY/s72-c/wr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5742443110273135164</id><published>2007-04-13T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:46:27.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>I'm Missing You</title><content type='html'>"Every day I wake up&lt;br /&gt;I hope Im dreamin&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe this shit&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe you aint here&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its just hard for me to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to just keep goin&lt;br /&gt;Its like I feel empty inside without you bein here&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything,&lt;br /&gt;to bring you back&lt;br /&gt;Id give all this shit,&lt;br /&gt;shit the whole knot&lt;br /&gt;You was the greatest&lt;br /&gt;Youll always be the greatest&lt;br /&gt;I miss you big&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait til that day, when I see your face again&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait til that day, when I see your face again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take, every move I make&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, every time I pray&lt;br /&gt;Ill be missing you&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin of the day,&lt;br /&gt;when you went away&lt;br /&gt;What a life to take,&lt;br /&gt;what a bond to break&lt;br /&gt;Ill be missing you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5742443110273135164?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5742443110273135164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5742443110273135164' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5742443110273135164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5742443110273135164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-missing-you.html' title='I&apos;m Missing You'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-8575483539923209741</id><published>2007-03-31T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T14:33:50.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rg7TiP_j0oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PfGmpKOHFe0/s1600-h/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048204817691038338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rg7TiP_j0oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PfGmpKOHFe0/s320/feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is the rule: The Rule: "Each player of this game starts off with ten wierd things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten wierd facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must chose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) I coax myself to wake up in the morning 'come on 7abebtey perfect stranger please wake up'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Every night before I sleep, I decide what kind of breakfast I'm going to have tomorrow morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) I put my feet up when I sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) My left arm hurts me when Im stressed out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) When I excersie I eat all that I want believing that I am balancing out my diet with the extra work out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) I rarely make new friends, malee khelg a7ad yedeed ib 7ayatey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) I cant sleep at night when my mom is mad at me, hatha modaayl yedeed, makan mawjood gabel :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Ma7eb a7e6 lipstick, kela lip gloss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) I hate it when people bite their nails, I think its disgusting and I tell them so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Ok this last habit i didnt know I had bs I just didnt have a clue ba3ad sheno 3indi wierd stuff so I asked a friend :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"lama tindamjain bil 7acheee ur eyes become china chinese and u stare up" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;utmost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coolfreak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um-mid3aab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dandoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zizo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-8575483539923209741?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/8575483539923209741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=8575483539923209741' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/8575483539923209741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/8575483539923209741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-rule-rule-each-player-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rg7TiP_j0oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PfGmpKOHFe0/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-8841304438839723238</id><published>2007-03-13T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T14:35:48.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RfcY9IW9eHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pptEAeqiGnc/s1600-h/dying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041525746359433330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RfcY9IW9eHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pptEAeqiGnc/s320/dying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well the day has finally come, the lifestyle I am leading is boring me out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hate not having a routine, and I hate the emptiness I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped doing sports, except for Yoga, but I will return soon enshalla. Because the emptiness is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;It is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Dying.&lt;br /&gt;Like a fork stabbed in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Dying.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend has travelled and I miss her very much,&lt;br /&gt;it is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Dying.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for my interview,&lt;br /&gt;and it is scaring me to death.&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Dying&lt;br /&gt;Dying&lt;br /&gt;Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-8841304438839723238?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/8841304438839723238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=8841304438839723238' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/8841304438839723238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/8841304438839723238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/03/dying.html' title='Dying'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RfcY9IW9eHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pptEAeqiGnc/s72-c/dying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-4230624255248360368</id><published>2007-02-26T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:35:28.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberation Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuwait'/><title type='text'>Happy For Kuwait? Do Something FOR Kuwait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I loved the Maseera, shows some enthusiasm and contentment for Kuwait’s Liberation and National day.&lt;br /&gt;Hated the foams though, we even bumped a guy in the street who was stalling in front of our car, and ignoring our horns, so we put pressure on the gas and hurt his pride in front of the other guys, and maybe his knees a bit.&lt;br /&gt;What annoyed me most was OK YA KUWAITEYEEN daraina enkum mestanseen 3al foamat o maseera o wanasa, and its your way of expressing your happiness and glory, but who the hell eb yakelha 3ogob matkhales wanasatkum ??&lt;br /&gt;It’s the poor foreign working men (Zabaleen) out in the streets cleaning after you, loooooong after you have gone to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;If you had the decency to trash the streets, then you might as well have the decency to clean your mess up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Liberation and National Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-4230624255248360368?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4230624255248360368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=4230624255248360368' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4230624255248360368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4230624255248360368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-for-kuwait-do-something-for.html' title='Happy For Kuwait? Do Something FOR Kuwait!'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-4205764852062312360</id><published>2007-02-18T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T13:15:21.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Women, Men &amp; Driving in Q8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rdi0I0fUpUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DkSAi7f_e8o/s1600-h/drivin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032970647208502594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rdi0I0fUpUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DkSAi7f_e8o/s320/drivin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rdiy3UfUpTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Nqz4dXYNwfA/s1600-h/drivin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032969247049164082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rdiy3UfUpTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Nqz4dXYNwfA/s320/drivin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one of the biggest feminist any Kuwaiti would ever meet. I'd argue with my brothers all night long just to prove that there is no difference between the genders. I automatically get insulted when I hear someone say 'Ee rayyal may3eebah', and I'd get into a fist fight when I hear 'Kaifey ana rayyal agdar asawee chethey' (&lt;em&gt;Exaggeration intended here&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is ONLY ONE thing I'd agree with men on, and that is; most Kuwaiti women are TERRIBLE DRIVERS. I hate them! I wish I were the only women allowed to drive in Kuwait (&amp;amp; ofcourse my friends, and the girls I like, and anyone who wants this right). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ofcourse I am not saying that men are amazingly good drivers, ofcourse not, some are even crazy drivers, but atleast they know that the D means drive, and R means reverse. In addition they know what a Blind Spot is, and they dont call it "Dead zone" unlike some of the girls I know. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-4205764852062312360?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4205764852062312360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=4205764852062312360' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4205764852062312360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4205764852062312360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/women-men-driving-in-q8.html' title='Women, Men &amp; Driving in Q8'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rdi0I0fUpUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DkSAi7f_e8o/s72-c/drivin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-7137110994970548213</id><published>2007-02-11T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:38:55.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packard Bell the Best so Far!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rc-B9UfUpSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6Nj0fJhJFmQ/s1600-h/pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030382199268222242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rc-B9UfUpSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6Nj0fJhJFmQ/s320/pack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am much into laptops, and I tend to switch from one brand to another every couple of months. I had tried everything nearly. BUT nothing matches my most recent and amazing (drumrolls please) PACKARD BELL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love its size, its shape, the tiny remote control, the fast processing, the especially the light weight, ALL this for a wonderful price! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound like an advertisment don't I ? Yeah PACKARD BELL people should pay me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats ur favorite brand and why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-7137110994970548213?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/7137110994970548213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=7137110994970548213' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7137110994970548213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/7137110994970548213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/packard-bell-best-so-far.html' title='Packard Bell the Best so Far!'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rc-B9UfUpSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6Nj0fJhJFmQ/s72-c/pack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-2330785689298677632</id><published>2007-02-11T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:52:24.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>STUPID UNIVERSITY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I graduated earlier, and I want to apply to work, BUT my stupid university still hasn't verified and documented our reports 'ta9deeq el shahada'. There is nothing to do but sit and wait, and IF I WANTED TO APPLY to a place where they have a limited date and will close eventually, there IS NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT ! I'm so FRUSTRATED !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-2330785689298677632?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/2330785689298677632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=2330785689298677632' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2330785689298677632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2330785689298677632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-university.html' title='STUPID UNIVERSITY !'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-6076500617300105382</id><published>2007-02-08T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:05:02.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear hated,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RcuKm0fUpRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L-pnPFBWObc/s1600-h/hated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029265808418972946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RcuKm0fUpRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L-pnPFBWObc/s320/hated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I usually try to be all about love &amp; peace, but then I see the 'hated' people in my life, and I transform into this nasty piece of art, filled with curses, detestation, and horrid words that may cause bleeding from their pain.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I become a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself, if I do not like a person, I find no reason why I should act nice. I don't like you. So screw you. I'm sure I have a reason for not liking you, I do accept people and their imperfections, but yours is simply 'in my face', bothering me. So respect my disliking to you, and go complain elsewhere, and elsewhere does not mean to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most, I'm a loving caring nurturing friend, my other side only shines to the 'hated'. I love those who respect themselves, who don't ask too many questions, because quite frankly I am the blunt one. You ask me a question about your friend and I'd simply reply 'yeah not my style. I don't like' and don’t bother me with looks and speeches, because simply it’s a waste of both our times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one last note; Don’t try to talk to my friends about me. They come telling me about how pathetic you sounded, and how on and on you went on about the same thing again and again. Then I deal with you in my own silent sweet evil way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Stranger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-6076500617300105382?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/6076500617300105382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=6076500617300105382' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/6076500617300105382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/6076500617300105382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-hated.html' title='Dear hated,'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RcuKm0fUpRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L-pnPFBWObc/s72-c/hated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-6656844294759125794</id><published>2007-02-05T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T03:48:00.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Beladukum 7elwa 7elwa&lt;br /&gt;bs el wa6an MAALA METHEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loo 7ena safarna el SHOWG eraja3na&lt;br /&gt;7ob el wa6an ghaley&lt;br /&gt;wel 3eesha fee jana!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sej sej sej 3amaar Ya KUWAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt the value of my beloved Kuwait until last week.&lt;br /&gt;Your bed is done for you, your meal is cooked for you, you have someone picking up after you, taking care of you, feeding you, paying for you, loving you, ok ok I'm getting carried away but you get the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have travelled on my own before, and lived with a friend in her apartment, it has never been this much a burden as has the past 10 days. You pick up after your careless cousins, you sweep the floors, wipe the dobag 'sticky stuff', sparkle the dishes, make the bed, and the list goes on. I NEED A MASSAGE! I NEED TO BE SPOILT! I NEED ANOTHER HOLIDAY after this holiday :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the truth speaks for itself; I HAD A BLAST! Sej tebahthalna bel 3eesha broo7na oo 7asaina eb qeemat el floos, but nothing could measure up to the amount of fun, laughter, and amazing time that we spent together !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINSEESA RA7TA 3ANEY SERT BROO7EY BEL LOUNGE!!&lt;br /&gt;ILL UPDATE LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-6656844294759125794?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/6656844294759125794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=6656844294759125794' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/6656844294759125794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/6656844294759125794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/beladukum-7elwa-7elwa-bs-el-wa6an-maala.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5162220577142968096</id><published>2007-01-30T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:33:30.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Update</title><content type='html'>Londons amazing but EXTREMELY cold! I hate the cold weather, makes you put on more layers then necessary, then you have to wear an extra large coat, and ofcourse lets not forget something else to warm ur head and neck! EKH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yazeeeeeeeeeenech yaliKuwait eb 7arech o defaach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of Kuwaities in London is simply a rumour, mako a7ad ela shwaya, and mostly their people I like so i dont mind them being here :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw UTMOST on my second day here ;** love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut today, ya3ni barage3 mawthoo3 el braces chan a6ayenha (If u know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madri shasawee yajema3a! I HATE THE STUFF I PUT ON! I CANT WAIT TO TAKE THEM OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been walking ALOT lately, and eating plenty! As they usually say "Cold weather makes you hungry" Sedagt wala ya mathal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard theres going to be a bloggers meet up, Wanasa :P We dont meet up bel kuwait la'ana "fashla" bs ib London KILSHAY 3adi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i guess thats all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GTG I need to eat something sweet !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5162220577142968096?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5162220577142968096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5162220577142968096' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5162220577142968096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5162220577142968096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/londons-amazing-but-extremely-cold-i.html' title='London Update'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-3885566047424467616</id><published>2007-01-24T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T02:11:38.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>I'm Leavin on a Jet Plane..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rbcwo7VvUKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EvZ6nYjqTc0/s1600-h/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023537389036851362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rbcwo7VvUKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EvZ6nYjqTc0/s320/london.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM off to London tonight, with my favorite cousin in the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its so exciting to travel alone, although my mom is going to be there too but in a different hotel so malna sheghel feeha kelish :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were gona meet up with my other cousin there, oo ALOT of our friends are going to be there too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although I hate the way I look now :( (7a6ait braces y'all) I hope the trip will make me forget how awful I look, and anyway its for the best right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im going to miss Kuwait, my love, my car, my home, Kuwaiti Dinars (since 7adha metbarka flosna mo el pounds malhum qeema), but all in all IM REALLY LOOKING FORWARD To THIS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benroo7 movies, shows, and actually have some fun and illiminate shopping from our thoughts for this trip (YEAH RIGHT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until then,,, i'll try to post up some pictures of our trip!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-3885566047424467616?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/3885566047424467616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=3885566047424467616' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/3885566047424467616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/3885566047424467616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m Leavin on a Jet Plane..!'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Rbcwo7VvUKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EvZ6nYjqTc0/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-6116397796021239135</id><published>2007-01-17T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:26:31.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fastelco'/><title type='text'>IM BAAACK !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Ra6FpaFQnoI/AAAAAAAAADw/SOKdjP5VXEY/s1600-h/faste.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021097580987195010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Ra6FpaFQnoI/AAAAAAAAADw/SOKdjP5VXEY/s320/faste.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATLAST THIS MESSED UP SITE WORKS !&lt;br /&gt;For the past three/four days IT WAS BLOCKED BY FASTELCO!&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea I posted invisible porn comments for the invisible people who thought it was inappropriate material to have in Kuwait therefore they blocked my comment page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so infuriated as I was dialing Fastelco's number, I had no idea how to explain my situation. Ok fine, I was exaggerating, my blog worked perfectly but my comments were blocked, and so was everyone else using the BETA account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I called up the guy who deals with peoples night Internet problems using Fastelco's hotline. I calmly explained what a blog was, and that I totally had no idea why they had blocked the comments page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Block? Ee a3aref sheno ya3ni Block.&lt;br /&gt;Me: BLOG ma3a G, methel 'Gaarey'&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Blog? Ee ham hatha a3arfa, shfee?&lt;br /&gt;Me: el comment page is blocked!&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Blogged?&lt;br /&gt;Me: la hal mara Blocked, ma3a K methel "Kaff"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: ee ee fahamtech&lt;br /&gt;Me: inzain esh7aga? mafeeh shay qala6!&lt;br /&gt;Operator: 3a6eeni el URL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be an anonymous blogger, the operator knew my friggin name! So of course *looks sheepish* I had to give him one of your accounts so he could check the type of comments this blogger had and then take it off the block list after it is approved to be Safe material (Malat). I am not going to mention which account I gave just incase a7ad ya7qed 3alay :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the operator joined in the given URL and saw the post, and kept reading it out to me, as if I was illiterate and couldn’t read the post myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Garya hal post, abek tefta7 3al comments please wetshoof laish emsaweena block&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Wain alga el comments?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ta7at el post!&lt;br /&gt;Operator: ee ka ka legaita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator starts reading the comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Ee ka ka Zizo says, yararararara, Perfect Stranger says yararrararara,&lt;br /&gt;Me: SHLON FETA7 3INDEK O ANA BLOCKED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Madri khalas ana aqadem taqreer, a36ehum hal URL oo enshala yet3adal bacher. Omtantoo7 says ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Khalas mashkooor !! Ma3asalama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Operator: Ma3asalama yuba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days later it did work!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you my dearest Blogger (although you don’t know who you are, but thanks to you I am Unblocked!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S I GRADUATED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-6116397796021239135?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/6116397796021239135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=6116397796021239135' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/6116397796021239135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/6116397796021239135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-baaack.html' title='IM BAAACK !'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Ra6FpaFQnoI/AAAAAAAAADw/SOKdjP5VXEY/s72-c/faste.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5891617733996157335</id><published>2007-01-11T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:20:20.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>3 Down People!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Raa3qaFQnnI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ram-khp0VN4/s1600-h/cheat.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018900773934767730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Raa3qaFQnnI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ram-khp0VN4/s320/cheat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is it only me? But I have this urge to grab a sleeping bag and camp somewhere next to the university campus so that I would be the first to see my final grades on my friggin exams! I keep checking online every minute, but it seems to me that our Professors are seriously stalling time, and would rather wait for the beginning of the week to post the grades!!&lt;br /&gt;RE7MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had another Final, which I was TOTALLY clueless about. The subject itself made no sense to me, poor finance students!&lt;br /&gt;During the exam I tried my best and I did all that I could to cheat off of the person in front of me. I squinted, I bugged my eyes, I did all the techniques, and ended up feeling dizzy and cross-eyed. I then rested my face in my hands, and stared at the head in front of me. I envied her. She was writing and calculating, and I was absolutely clueless. An idea crossed my mind to grab her attention, I did an "O" shape with my lips and blew air into her short hair, I could see the effect make a gap into her bare neck, her hand scratched the nakedness i had mischievously caused, and she kept on answering, not even an attempt to see what has caused the sudden coolness on her neck! MASHEY !!!&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to do nothing about the cheating business, but I came up with all sorts of revenge ideas to get back at her for not helping out her poor clueless friend.&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes into the exam I realized that the bare white walls had neither answers nor sympathy towards me, so I put my head on the table and closed my eyes. Maybe I'll start imagining the answers. That didn't help out either.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I answered what I knew and what I didn't know I totally guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH ESA3EDNEY ENSHALLA! My brain capacity is toooo full for new information, I can't seem to install anything new, if we had a formatting thing for the brain I'd be the first to use it. (wala khoosh ekhtera3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my grade will be nothing but "Sowwad wayhh" but for some reason I'm excited and Want to see what I had achieved! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5891617733996157335?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5891617733996157335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5891617733996157335' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5891617733996157335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5891617733996157335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/3-down-people.html' title='3 Down People!'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/Raa3qaFQnnI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ram-khp0VN4/s72-c/cheat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5032267211625593911</id><published>2007-01-09T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T02:57:08.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>2 Down !</title><content type='html'>I'm done with two finals now, bageeli three more..&lt;br /&gt;THREE MORE AND I GRADUATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Enshalla 6ab3an)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sooo many plans for after graduation;&lt;br /&gt;1-Go to horseback riding&lt;br /&gt;2-Go back to Yoga classes&lt;br /&gt;3-Join Tennis (Im a beginner 3ad ma3aref eb hal shay ;P)&lt;br /&gt;4- Take a break&lt;br /&gt;5-Travel&lt;br /&gt;6-Hang up the law7at and pictures up in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an attempt to make others feel envious of my delightful delightful position in life , bs eli me7tar tara kelmen lah allah, es3awwwwwwwww ya jema3a :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Etha 3indikum afkaar 3an wain ashteghel please golooley ! I HAVE NO CLUE!&lt;br /&gt;Adri ini 7anait wayed 3an hal mawthoo3 bs bastefeed shwaya men hal Blog, khal ye6la3 mena fayda :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5032267211625593911?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5032267211625593911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5032267211625593911' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5032267211625593911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5032267211625593911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/2-down.html' title='2 Down !'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-1794322096851621370</id><published>2007-01-02T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T04:38:46.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Things ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I thought I'd share some stuff that I love, because I had some extra time, had nothing better to do (AND I'm avoiding studying for my finals ;P) :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;These are a few of my favorite things"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZq3XhVnYTI/AAAAAAAAACY/O_PXEwpKt1A/s1600-h/ihome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015522749744374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZq3XhVnYTI/AAAAAAAAACY/O_PXEwpKt1A/s320/ihome.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My i-home or jbl ontime, its amazing!&lt;/strong&gt; P.s for those who don't know, you place your ipod in the middle oo you can listen to your songs via the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZq3XhVnYUI/AAAAAAAAACg/bU7BPk74J4w/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015522749744374082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZq3XhVnYUI/AAAAAAAAACg/bU7BPk74J4w/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the book I'm currently reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey. Everytime I read it I get pissed off at James attitude and I shut the book, then I continue a week later ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZq3XxVnYVI/AAAAAAAAACo/cxeqFe-xJkc/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015522754039341394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZq3XxVnYVI/AAAAAAAAACo/cxeqFe-xJkc/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my favorite winter socks, it keeps me warm and it feels sooooooo soft!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015525571537887618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZq57xVnYYI/AAAAAAAAADA/4v7azFVlo2g/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my favorite chocolate in the whole wide world! Ebe3oona eb jam3eyatna eb KD0.495 OLA! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015525571537887634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZq57xVnYZI/AAAAAAAAADI/WsoPk1Ow3cc/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone should start using this toothbrush if you dont use it already. 7ada 3ajeeeeeeeeeeeb! For those who don't know me I LOVE TEETH! I take amazingly good care of mine, and I love people with pearly whites, or simply nice teeth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-1794322096851621370?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/1794322096851621370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=1794322096851621370' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/1794322096851621370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/1794322096851621370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-thought-id-share-some-stuff-that-i.html' title='My Favorite Things ;D'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZq3XhVnYTI/AAAAAAAAACY/O_PXEwpKt1A/s72-c/ihome.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-2315020801472439858</id><published>2007-01-01T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:37:18.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEARS !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZl-3RVnYLI/AAAAAAAAABU/vxSQjmfydCA/s1600-h/happy+new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015179148065726642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZl-3RVnYLI/AAAAAAAAABU/vxSQjmfydCA/s320/happy+new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Could NOT stop eating! I spent New Years at my Aunt's place with all my relatives gathered, and seriously, see how you breath on a constant normal basis? That was how I ate! I NEED to cut out or else I'll gain 10 Kilos in no time, and that is DEFINITELY not something I am looking forward too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, I am looking forward to Graduation, which (enshala) is very very soon, and I CANT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Than I will be 100% financially responsible! I love hard-earned money, and although my parents are wonderfully generous, I would love to get money that I have actually worked for, not freebies given to you by your munificent parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyways my Aunts place, is simply a compromise of eating and sleeping. You either do this or that! So I'm sure I packed on a few, but I will have my horse back classes back as soon as I'm done with finals, to burn off what I don’t need ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-2315020801472439858?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/2315020801472439858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=2315020801472439858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2315020801472439858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2315020801472439858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-years.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEARS !!'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RZl-3RVnYLI/AAAAAAAAABU/vxSQjmfydCA/s72-c/happy+new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-2068364252701599432</id><published>2006-12-28T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:33:01.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High school'/><title type='text'>High school reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have a headache a runny nose, and had one of the happiest days of the month today !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my high school friends (a small reunion), it was great seeing the changes and the latest news that everyone has been up to. Some gained weight some lost weight, but they all looked so great and happy and content. And that made me feel wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that getting in touch with old friends is one of the most vital things. New friends (the one I made whilst studying here) are great too but are far more different than I am. They are more quiet and calm, I sometimes tend to be more on the wild side, yet spending much time with them I have adopted their characteristics and am more reserved than what I used to be. For example before, if I had to wait at a Doctors office I'd jump into a conversation with a complete stranger that’s sitting next to me just for the sake of wasting time. Now I'd just smile and fiddle with my phone till my turn comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today whilst I was with my friends from the past (they all study in the states except for me) I realized how wild and much more fun I was back then. And I kind of missed the old me. I was in a time machine that took me back to high school, where all our forgotten memories were brought back with laughter and joy. As we were huddled on the floor next to the fireplace, I was reminded that I had gotten school suspension for plagiarizing the teachers signature on my project, I really had the nerve back then. I'd never do such a thing now, I’d be totally terrified of committing such acts. I'd think it over 1000 times and then decide NOT to do it. My mouth hurt from all the laughing and shouting we did, I was four years younger today. But of course a quick call from my mother fast forwarded me into the present and I realized that I had to be responsible and consider the time and be home before the clock hits 11:00pm. I reached home 11:10, I got a cold stare, but what the hell! I had fun! After today's meet up I know that I had totally changed, and I guess it's for the better. Change is part of growing up I guess, and not being as wild and mischievous would probably be the more lady version of me, with a few twists every now and then. Ahh high school! How I would give anything to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I guess most of us are going to be Fasting, so taqabal alah 6a3atkum and have fun :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-2068364252701599432?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/2068364252701599432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=2068364252701599432' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2068364252701599432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/2068364252701599432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/high-school-reunion.html' title='High school reunion'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5221544131590840293</id><published>2006-12-25T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T03:24:39.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boycott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sirens'/><title type='text'>Starbucks &amp; Rumors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RY-ktVWs8LI/AAAAAAAAABI/hjBN-4YbeXg/s1600-h/Starbucsk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012406009020084402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RY-ktVWs8LI/AAAAAAAAABI/hjBN-4YbeXg/s320/Starbucsk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Click on the image to enlarge it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this article in an e-mail today and it totally angered me. It seems to be that nowadays marketers are getting into religion to proscribe their competitor's products, as they had done with COCA COLA, and now are aiming at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think some people are seriously trying to put Starbucks out of business, by boycotting them and spreading rumors. So what etha the name is derived from 'Ester'? not that that's true. Otherwise they would have callen it EsterBucks :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To set the facts straight, assuming you had read the article above, I have come up with some facts that have been copied here from the original sitings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"The first Starbucks was opened in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Seattle, Washington" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle,_Washington"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seattle, Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; in 1971 by three partners—English teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Jerry Baldwin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Baldwin"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jerry Baldwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, history teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Zev Siegel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Zev_Siegel&amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Zev Siegel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, and writer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Gordon Bowker" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Bowker"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gordon Bowker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. The three were inspired by Alfred Peet, whom they knew personally, to open their first store in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Pike Place Market" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pike_Place_Market"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pike Place Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; to sell high-quality coffee beans and equipment. Entrepreneur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Howard Schultz" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Schultz"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Howard Schultz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; joined the company in 1982, and, after a trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Milan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milan"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Milan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, suggested that the company sell coffee and espresso drinks as well as beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The company was in part named after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Starbuck (Moby-Dick)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starbuck_(Moby-Dick)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Starbuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, the coffee-loving first mate character in the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Moby-Dick" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moby-Dick"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Moby-Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, as well as a turn-of-the-century mining camp on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Mount Rainier" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Rainier"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mount Rainier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, Starbo or Storbo. According to Howard Schultz's book Pour Your Heart Into It: How Starbucks Built a Company One Cup at a Time, the name of the company was derived from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Moby-Dick" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moby-Dick"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Moby-Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, although not in as direct a fashion as many assume. Gordon Bowker liked the name "Pequod" (the ship in the novel), but his creative partner Terry Heckler objected: "No one's going to drink a cup of Pee-quod!" Heckler suggested "Starbo." Brainstorming with these two ideas resulted in the company being named for the Pequod's first mate, Starbuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The company was in part named after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Starbuck (Moby-Dick)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starbuck_(Moby-Dick)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Starbuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, the coffee-loving first mate character in the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Moby-Dick" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moby-Dick"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Moby-Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, as well as a turn-of-the-century mining camp on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Mount Rainier" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Rainier"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mount Rainier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, Starbo or Storbo. According to Howard Schultz's book Pour Your Heart Into It: How Starbucks Built a Company One Cup at a Time, the name of the company was derived from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Moby-Dick" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moby-Dick"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Moby-Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, although not in as direct a fashion as many assume. Gordon Bowker liked the name "Pequod" (the ship in the novel), but his creative partner Terry Heckler objected: "No one's going to drink a cup of Pee-quod!" Heckler suggested "Starbo." Brainstorming with these two ideas resulted in the company being named for the Pequod's first mate, Starbuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The company &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Logo" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logo"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; is a "twin-tailed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Mermaid" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mermaid"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Siren" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siren"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;siren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; as she's known in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Greek mythology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_mythology"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Greek mythology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starbucks"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Esther has nothing to do with the logo, the picture in the article showed of a Siren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early Greek art the Sirens were represented as birds with large heads and scaly feet, and sometimes manes, of lions. Later, they were represented as female figures with the legs of birds, with or without wings playing a variety of musical instruments, especially harps. The 10th century encyclopedia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Suda" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suda"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="external autonumber" title="http://www.stoa.org/sol-bin//search.pl?search_method=" href="http://www.stoa.org/sol-bin//search.pl?search_method=QUERY&amp;amp;amp;login=&amp;enlogin=&amp;amp;searchstr=sigma,280&amp;field=adlerhw_gr&amp;amp;db=REAL" login="&amp;enlogin=" db="REAL" searchstr="sigma,280&amp;amp;field="&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; says that from their chests up Sirens had the form of sparrows, below they were women, or, alternatively, that they were little birds with women's faces. Birds were chosen because of their characteristic beautiful voice. However, later in history Sirens were sometimes also depicted as beautiful women (whose bodies, not only their voices, are seductive), or even as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Mermaid" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mermaid"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mermaids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; (half woman, half fish).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siren"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rest my case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starbucks is one of the most successful businesses in the world. It would take more than some stupid silly lies to stop them from pioneering into this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s I dont give two shits etha initially il salfa fekrat Yahoodi. SO WHAT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5221544131590840293?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5221544131590840293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5221544131590840293' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5221544131590840293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5221544131590840293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/starbucks-rumors.html' title='Starbucks &amp; Rumors'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RY-ktVWs8LI/AAAAAAAAABI/hjBN-4YbeXg/s72-c/Starbucsk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-9010438640075360963</id><published>2006-12-19T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:31:58.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><title type='text'>Bloggers meet-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've always read blogs about bloggers meeting up, oo usually I get jealous ena I don't have the guts to do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today my guts were finally born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met two bloggers oo it was spontaneous, unplanned, and even uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Mishref oo one of my blogger friends lived there. Slowly we decided to meet. At first I was very shy and nervous, I kind of backed out on the idea, but then I thought screw it. Let's meet. I talk to her all the time, (via sms) might as well meet her today.&lt;br /&gt;I usually tend to plan on what to wear for every occasion, and since this is a first impression I thought I should have been more prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hesitations as to not pursue this meeting were:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't look my best (and first impressions are IMPORTANT).&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;It was unplanned and uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think visiting a new person at their place was the appropriate thing to do:P (since we always heard about the bad things people you meet on the internet do to you) :P&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;But to my blogger friends defense, what led me to go on with this meeting was that she was related to my cousins,&lt;br /&gt;my dad knew her dad,&lt;br /&gt;we;ve been friends for nearly 3 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep breath I looked down at what I was wearing, a long green top and a beige high neck underneath, my jeans were tucked in my cowboy boots, and my hair was its natural being, wavy and not brushed :P&lt;br /&gt;I thought to hell with it, from now on I'd follow what I actually feel like doing and not abide by any rules that I have set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sej sej sej sej WANASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA when I first saw her!! Mashala she was everything I had imagined her to be and more! I didnt regret it for one second. Although at the beginning I didnt want to meet because I thought the mystery would be killed and therefore ruin our friendship, but I realized that it just built to it more, and made it somewhat more solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was different from talking via msn, &amp; sms. Actually today (before our meeting in an hour or so) was the first time I had spoken to her via phone! It was weird! She said I had a 'raqeeeq' voice, which embarrassed me further. I loved her voice, it was cheerful and full of warmth and kindness. (I'm really not gay:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our meet up, Ufff that was 'YARA3AAAA' bs I'm so glad I did it! Finally I get to see my friend. The one whom I have grown so found of within so little time. (Yeah Im not much of a people person sometimes.) At first I was nervous, bs little by little we began talking about everything. We didnt stop talking, and we continued the rest of sowalefna in Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to visit another blogger (one who is already her friend, bs I have never seen before only read her blog). This time I wasn't so nervous and I was actually kind of excited! We parked outside her house and she came oo salamt 3alaiha oo she sat with us in the car (Where it was all nice and warm). We talked as if we were friends all our lives. I felt at total ease with them, they were just as I thought they would be. Funny, smart, kind, and the list goes on. We laughed gossiped and had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enshalla its the blossoming of a new friendship &amp;amp; they totally rocked!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-9010438640075360963?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/9010438640075360963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=9010438640075360963' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/9010438640075360963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/9010438640075360963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/bloggers-meet-up.html' title='Bloggers meet-up'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-278503080404072366</id><published>2006-12-16T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:48:50.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F*ck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><title type='text'>The "F" Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RYWfFFWs8KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mBKIevKnhU4/s1600-h/finals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009585070205104290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RYWfFFWs8KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mBKIevKnhU4/s320/finals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? You had the word "F*ck" in mind? (points an accusing finger), well ok your not very far off, I had the word Finals, but what the heck, F*ck Finals. All happy and contempt now?? Very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so Finals are coming soon. What does one do when Finals come up?&lt;br /&gt;F*ck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats exactly what I plan on doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah study my ASS off (Tanaqoth?) I THINK SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Graduating I have to do well, otherwise yeah I'd really F*ck up bad, then Id be using the real effective "F" word in every single sentence for the rest of whatever semester I might be repeating, or possibly for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please please please, include me in your prayers, remember me as Perfect Stranger Bent Blogger. or you can say "Yarabey etwafeg Perfect Stranger Bent Blogger oo 3alamat'ha bel jam3 men a7san ma yumkin, wetsakherha bel zooj el 9ale7, wetab3ed 3anha 3athab el gaber, o etkoon men ahal Firdous ameeen" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for now oo etha neja7t, lekum 3azeema enshala, waaaaaaaaaaaain mataboon! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-278503080404072366?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/278503080404072366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=278503080404072366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/278503080404072366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/278503080404072366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/f-word.html' title='The &quot;F&quot; Word'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RYWfFFWs8KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mBKIevKnhU4/s72-c/finals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5456742621362947012</id><published>2006-12-16T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:38:56.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Kindness &amp; PMS SURVIVAL TIPS (U-TUBE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RYQ9EVWs8JI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CnFOHqhJp_k/s1600-h/smile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009195830203969682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RYQ9EVWs8JI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CnFOHqhJp_k/s320/smile.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im always touched by peoples kindness, something unexistant in my world anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few weeks back I was sitting in university surrounded by friends and classmates, when I started complaining about a subject that I am not doing very well in. Some listen attentively and agreed that the Dr was a bastard, some just continued with their chitchats, and some (whom I'm not too close with just sat and stared). I didnt ask for help though, and none was offered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today as I was walking the corridor to kiss some professors ass, one girl who was a classmate and whom I didnt familiarize with her face until recently, was walking towards me with a big grin on her face. She handed me some papers and all the while I thought she was mistaken me for someone else. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hal awrag ra7 esa3doonech eb your upcoming exam eb that awful class of yours"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stood their stunned at her kind gesture. All through my university years I have always been shocked and amazed at the levels of deceit that I got from my classmates that I stopped asking anyone for anything, I had lost hope in kindness, thought it didnt exist anymore, that I too became a near Bitch(e7em) and only smiled and helped if I felt like it, otherwise I'd completely ignore any unfamiliar face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took the paper, the shocked expression was replaced with a large smile that showed all the appreciation towards this wonderful thoughtful person. I admired her kindness, and wished that there were more of her to make everyones day a little bit brighter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One kind gesture like that totally made my day, and I gained faith again that there is kindness out there, and being a Bitch was not the answer to everything. (;P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29351.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ideals which have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. The trite subjects of human efforts, possessions, outward success, luxury have always seemed to me contemptible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29351.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=29351"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29351.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Albert_Einstein/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (1879 - 1955) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The link below has nothing related to the above post, but its truly hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMS-Survival Tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCwKbUVyHLY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCwKbUVyHLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5456742621362947012?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5456742621362947012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5456742621362947012' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5456742621362947012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5456742621362947012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/kindness-pms-survival-tips-u-tube.html' title='Kindness &amp; PMS SURVIVAL TIPS (U-TUBE)'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RYQ9EVWs8JI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CnFOHqhJp_k/s72-c/smile.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-6722024084123603316</id><published>2006-12-14T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:43:07.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superficial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artificial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly'/><title type='text'>Artificial Beauty &amp; all that crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RYEqrkgLL0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GivgAcgaRa0/s1600-h/lips1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008331188634070850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RYEqrkgLL0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GivgAcgaRa0/s320/lips1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately I have been to a lot of '3azas' in which everyone mourns over the dead. People go to pay respect for the family of the one passed away, and this respect is shown by women wearing black 3abayas, and no facial cosmetics. I repeat NO cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recently the trend has changed. Women and girls began attending the Funerals with cosmetics applied on their face. Why? It's insulting to the mourning family. If you have come to pay respect then SHOW respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmetics is used in most cases for festive occasions. So why use it in Funerals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I researched and found out the following:&lt;br /&gt;This is not facial cosmetics that they have on, but tattooed eyeliners, and lipstick. IMAGINE you are permanently make-uped, if there is such a word!! You wake up in the morning with make-up in your face. I mean how stupid is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was growing up I began noticing that women have tattooed eyebrows. Is it supposed to show? No it's supposed to look natural. BUT women it shows!! I also know that its '7arram' but what the heck, mara7 adish eb hal mawthoo3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that the eyebrow trend became old, women began taking it a step further, lets get permanent eyeliners, lip liners, and lipstick. I'm telling you this is ALL new to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am PRO natural beauty and against all this ridiculousness.&lt;br /&gt;Actually its getting quiet scary, I don’t know what to expect next. Of course I will not mention lip inflammation which increases the size of the lip to give it a more round look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I feel down I would go for a hair cut, or a new hair color (but I quit dying my hair now, Never AGAIN), something to make me feel good about the way I look, which makes me inner happy therefore it influences my external environment :P. But PERMANENT makeup?? What if it turns out wrong? IT'S permanent damage.&lt;br /&gt;I think this permanent damage is ruining the image of beauty. Beauty nowadays is becoming more superficial then natural. The more artificial ladies become, the more attractive they are. And of course some believe otherwise&lt;br /&gt;The extent that they go to gain this artificial beauty is horrendous. Not only is it applied to their faces but some go all the way to take out two of their ribs, one from each side to give her a more narrow waist. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to classify as good looking, and what to classify as attractive-artificial anymore. What has our world become to? What trends would our children bring back home to us tomorrow when we're all grown up and accustomed to these ridiculous new trends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-6722024084123603316?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/6722024084123603316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=6722024084123603316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/6722024084123603316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/6722024084123603316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/artificial-beauty-all-that-crap.html' title='Artificial Beauty &amp; all that crap'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RYEqrkgLL0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GivgAcgaRa0/s72-c/lips1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-4038511117032570610</id><published>2006-12-12T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:35:00.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Quotes by my wonderful(NOT) University professors, and life in general</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RX7MBJPzKXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Sbd4a_Anvak/s1600-h/prog.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007664155716692338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RX7MBJPzKXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Sbd4a_Anvak/s320/prog.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doc no. 1: What Am I doing wrong? Why arnt we interacting? Lets go have our lecture in he Garden, maybe then I might get feedback from all of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doc no. 2: May the spectators of the class please answer my question. I say spectators since none of you gets their books nor pens to class. So spectators, may you please answer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doc no. 3: You are like my children. But you do not treat me like your father.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doc no. 4: No Dont Clap, Its 'Harraam, against Islam' (WTF?!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a lighter note, things have been going from bad to good in my life. I havent been posting much as I had nothing to write except for stressed out posts and cruel intentions, but my mood seems to be uplifted and yeah I can see the silver lining on the cloud. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007663696155191650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RX7LmZPzKWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/entQPkPBTrM/s320/road+rage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking about clouds the weather in Kuwait is actually winter, so Im sure winter lovers are enjoying it. Me on the other hand I leave each morning grumpy with a not so loving look at the sky. Ekh I hate the cold weather, it makes me get road rage. I drive like crazy when its cold. I cant seem to keep my feet from pumping the gas to the mazimum level. Id reach university in 7 minutes, when in normal sunny days it takes me atleast 15 minutes. SCARY? Yeah for the passengers sitting next to me, and everyone else on the street. But I enjoy the speed. Makes me feel good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im graduating soon(enshalla), and I have NO IDEA where to apply for work. Id rather be in a place where it requires ALOT of travelling, but the main firm would be located in Kuwait. Or maybe a good place in Kuwait with a high salary would be perfect. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have any suggestions feel free, and NO BANKS FOR ME ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-4038511117032570610?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4038511117032570610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=4038511117032570610' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4038511117032570610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4038511117032570610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/quotes-by-my-wonderfulnot-university.html' title='Quotes by my wonderful(NOT) University professors, and life in general'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJ_e4TZhSDc/RX7MBJPzKXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Sbd4a_Anvak/s72-c/prog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-5911816307082760607</id><published>2006-12-04T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:27:59.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANGRY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish. wish. wish.'/><title type='text'>RANDOM THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some days everything works out perfectly, and all day you are smiling and feel good about yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other days you just want to SHUT EVERYONE UP, including the annoying voices in your head. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is of the latter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't been feeling too good about myself lately. Things haven't been working out, and I seem to feel less of myself. As if I am too blame for everything. Maybe the world isnt going the right way because of ME. Something might be wrong with ME. How can I format MYSELF? Is it me? Or Is it ME? Can I blame myself for everything? YES! WHo else is there to blame. I hate myself lately. I hate me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm stressed I don't think straight. My day is filled up with presentations, midterms, and the oh-so-not-great-social life(includes family life). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None of which I can ignore for any period of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what I end up doing is venting here, and every other place. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish life was always peaceful and perfect. I wish I had the brains of the smartest person in class. She always gets 100% in all her exams, and projects. And she doesnt look nerdy. But still I hate her, cuz shes a mean person. When I ask her a question regarding any upcoming exam she acts dumb and says 'I dont have notes' YEAH RIGHT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish that it becomes official. Its so simple. Why make it complicated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I was a champion horse back rider, and jumped fences higher than 2 metres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I would get into 'Hay'at el estethmar' without much complications, from family or life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish that I could get married and hide behind my husbands back and let him deal with all lifes difficulties. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish that I was more 'Dayna', and wore a 7ejab. But its not simple from the family that I come from. Allah ehadeeney enshalla !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish that my brothers would always be good. I love them to pieces but they are TOO MUCH for me to handle. Even the kid (now 13) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im in a bad mood, I wish yet3adal bser3a cuz I have a presentation that I'm not halfway prepared for. And its group work I cant let them down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing seems to be working out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-5911816307082760607?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5911816307082760607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=5911816307082760607' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5911816307082760607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/5911816307082760607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thoughts.html' title='RANDOM THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-8757462576694557406</id><published>2006-12-02T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:40:51.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANGRY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HURT'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bitch</title><content type='html'>Its my cousins birthday and I was excited about celebrating it with her. Thursday afternoon she told me she had no plans and wanted to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;Today I went and got her a birthday present and a card, all day i was on my toes and couldnt wait to give it to her and make her happy as we went out to celebrate her special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my phone line was disconnected, I had to wait to get home and call her via house phone.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out she had made plans with her sisters friends and her sister and they were all going out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;"I Thought u said u had no plans and wanted to do something"&lt;br /&gt;"NO I told u that I HAD PLANS."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok I must have imagined it then, anyway ur present is here come pick up before u go"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure mashkooora wayyyed 7abebtey! Ill come by in an hour"&lt;br /&gt;"El3afo Happy Birthday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired and wanted to sleep. But I went to my car, got out her present and birthday card, wrote a birthday message on the card. And waited waited waited.&lt;br /&gt;Its 12:30 AM and she still didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt even asked to go with them to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been nice to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I was going anyway, cuz my mom was coming back today from travelling. But it would have been considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-8757462576694557406?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/8757462576694557406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=8757462576694557406' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/8757462576694557406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/8757462576694557406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-bitch.html' title='Happy Birthday Bitch'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-9162304506813853805</id><published>2006-12-02T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:55:36.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engagement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kololololololosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khe6ba'/><title type='text'>ENGAGEMENTS</title><content type='html'>What is a normal engagements procedure (In the kind of family that I come from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys mother calls the girls mother and asks if the girl is available for marriage.&lt;br /&gt;The mother answers yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;If no the boys mother tries someone else.&lt;br /&gt;If yes, the mothers 'talk' on the phone, exchange information (if they didnt know each other at all)&lt;br /&gt;then boy comes visits girls home so that girl meets boy. (if they didnt know each other)&lt;br /&gt;If they knew each other then they act infront of parents of girl that they dont. (;P)&lt;br /&gt;Boy sits with the girl and her family. &lt;br /&gt;Boy leaves, and girl either tells her family if she accepts or not.&lt;br /&gt;If she does or doesn't accept, both cases girls mother has to call boys mother and tell her of the news.&lt;br /&gt;If she does accept then a private engagement is settled between the family.&lt;br /&gt;Boy and girl exchange numbers (If they dont already have it).&lt;br /&gt;Boy visits girls home (with family members insight) regualarly as to get to 'know the girl better'.&lt;br /&gt;When Boy and Girl feel ready to announce their engagement, the boys family (MEN ONLY) come visit the girls home to officially ask for the Girls hand.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Women of the Boys family come to Girls home and ask for her hand (On a another day).&lt;br /&gt;Boy is allowed to come visit girl after the Khe6ba, and sit with his Fiancee. &lt;br /&gt;If boy is a romantic he would give his Fiancee an engagement ring, which she places on her right hand.&lt;br /&gt;TEXT messages of the engagement would be sent all over Kuwait. And Everybody would congratulate Boy &amp; Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEL EMBARAK TO ALL NEWLY WEDS ! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-9162304506813853805?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/9162304506813853805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=9162304506813853805' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/9162304506813853805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/9162304506813853805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/engagements.html' title='ENGAGEMENTS'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215505668116744359.post-4182142098677294732</id><published>2006-11-27T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:10:00.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future Predictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Progress'/><title type='text'>Hello Bloggers !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, today and tomorrow, are all days in which our lifes progress. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I believe I have no patience for next year to come. Sometimes I forget that life is progressing, because I dont usually keep a diary on account of every single occurance in my life. (I think I do need to though). But I am a lazy ass so what the hell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I do look back to what my life was like a year ago I dont see THAT much of a difference. Except regarding my studies yes I have progressed, but other than that? NOT MUCH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I do have hope that by next year alot will happen. Maybe even a major change in my life (I might get engaged or even married by then) Or I might be on to my masters and PHD, or I might be a champion at the sports that im still progressing in, or I might be working at a high tower in New York City. Who knows. But Im sure my future by the end of next year will have a turn point in my life. I have a great feeling about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think Im going to save this POST to look back and smile at my naivety. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215505668116744359-4182142098677294732?l=obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4182142098677294732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215505668116744359&amp;postID=4182142098677294732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4182142098677294732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215505668116744359/posts/default/4182142098677294732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessivecompulsiveq8.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-bloggers.html' title='Hello Bloggers !'/><author><name>Mrs.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08288678807322666244</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
