<?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-33938226</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:09:37.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>earth,wind &amp; fire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-717307989691965270</id><published>2008-10-30T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:13:40.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mishtahya arid!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/SQoGpGaTYcI/AAAAAAAAACw/p8SeHiNImqE/s1600-h/bjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/SQoGpGaTYcI/AAAAAAAAACw/p8SeHiNImqE/s320/bjh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263026417701183938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/SQoFrgONrpI/AAAAAAAAACo/UynQxnZbnDk/s1600-h/oi1iuwhgdix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/SQoFrgONrpI/AAAAAAAAACo/UynQxnZbnDk/s320/oi1iuwhgdix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263025359477911186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;Its been along time since i wrote something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;My ideas just got lost between this and that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him and her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;miss it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Mishtahya arja3....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but can iii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Madriii,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-717307989691965270?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/SQoGpGaTYcI/AAAAAAAAACw/p8SeHiNImqE/s72-c/bjh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-5828512663189166120</id><published>2007-02-25T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:00:03.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>could all b a joke???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/ReJ2lTZ55FI/AAAAAAAAACA/n5ijNrt8MdM/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035717716589798482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/ReJ2lTZ55FI/AAAAAAAAACA/n5ijNrt8MdM/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She came up to me shocked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he changed she said...somthing is wrong but i cant explain it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a dought that there might b som1 else..she always knew he was a playboy...that he get boared easily...but she also beleived that he would never lie to her... he loves her...she realy beleived that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thought highly of him...she thought that with her he was diffrent...that he treated her unlike the others...that he respect her more than any other girl he knew...coz she was diffrent and hes the 1 who realy knew that better than any1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got busy lately...dosnt ask her to call him as much...she felt hes distant...wensday and thursday were special...he and she knew why...but he wasnt there...im bz with my freinds he said!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it...he dosnt miss her anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday she called him suddenly at 12am...he had another line!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who he would b talkin 2 at that time?? she got mad and sent him a message...he replied that it was his wife !!! she didnt beleive him and told him that she didnt...he didnt like it and said that some freinds were there and he must see them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knew she was realy upset but he just ignored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am...2am...3am...she couldnt sleep...and he didnt even try to call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called him at 3am...and he has another line....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it b his wife mathalan!!!!!!!!!!! musta7eel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what hurts is that it was her time....they used to talk until the morning...but som1 else took her time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got realyyyyyyyyyy mad then and sent a tough message...he ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes the best in ignoring and not facing things...it was his way always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is whats the story with him...why did he lie to her....there were no strings attached between them...he could have easily told her that he wanted to end the relationship!!!the very same day he sms her with bautiful messages...i luv u..his last message for that day before their fight was AMOOT 3LAICH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could he b such a good lier...why would he lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tried to understand but he wouldnt answer...could he b imparessed coz she cought him...and that he was exposed infront of her and he cant face it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he augh her an explenation...that the least he can do with all the things she have done for him...he promissed her that they will talk about it after the holiday...shes waiting...and im waiting too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could he b un worthy...god i wish not...could that smart girl b so stupid... could she b wrong...could he b innoccent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves him...she still do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She wanna know and I WANNA KNOW.....&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/33938226-5828512663189166120?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/ReJ2lTZ55FI/AAAAAAAAACA/n5ijNrt8MdM/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-9034528599995813857</id><published>2007-01-23T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:16:20.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He &amp; She R n THEY IN LUV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/Rbb5TLsSNkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QOUssEoPSNY/s1600-h/0505-0612-1802-0648_TN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023476542329730626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/Rbb5TLsSNkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QOUssEoPSNY/s320/0505-0612-1802-0648_TN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE SAYS I LUV U...he wont say it unless he means it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can hear her heart beats OUT LOUD when hes around...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE SHIVER WHEN HE READS THE WORD 7ABIBI FROM HER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She melt down when he says 3omri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He ENJOYS EVERY SONG AND BELEIVES ITS ABOUT THEM...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She feels lost when hes a little late...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He dreams about her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE cant look straight in his eyes...hes far by distance yet hes soo close...closer than anyone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She feels jelous when hes late...He feels jelous from him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He luves what she did for him...She feels his appreciation in evry word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are They In LOVE.....??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-9034528599995813857?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/9034528599995813857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=9034528599995813857' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/9034528599995813857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/9034528599995813857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-she-r-n-they-in-luv.html' title='He &amp; She R n THEY IN LUV'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/Rbb5TLsSNkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QOUssEoPSNY/s72-c/0505-0612-1802-0648_TN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-6986854316089840967</id><published>2007-01-12T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:32:37.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh myy God..IAM TAGGED :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RafGIY6o-bI/AAAAAAAAABo/sKjN3QIdNcY/s1600-h/colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019198157157366194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RafGIY6o-bI/AAAAAAAAABo/sKjN3QIdNcY/s320/colours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im Tagged by my freind Angel :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things that makes me happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;- my dad smile when he see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;- my mom utmost love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-nano,tota,bobo,sosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-everything about the LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;- passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-travelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-get togeather with my dear freinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-visiting an island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-sitting on a chair in the middle of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-driving my car and listing to my favourate song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hope angel is happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&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/33938226-6986854316089840967?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/6986854316089840967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=6986854316089840967' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/6986854316089840967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/6986854316089840967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-myy-godiam-tagged.html' title='Oh myy God..IAM TAGGED :)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RafGIY6o-bI/AAAAAAAAABo/sKjN3QIdNcY/s72-c/colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-8432859918967864739</id><published>2006-12-29T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:06:39.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AyamKuM Sa3EEEEEEEdA :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RZWsfUA7HPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z1akL6Yb754/s1600-h/8678-002-01-1064.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014103414095420658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RZWsfUA7HPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z1akL6Yb754/s320/8678-002-01-1064.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RZWsfUA7HPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z1akL6Yb754/s1600-h/8678-002-01-1064.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014103414095420658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RZWsfUA7HPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z1akL6Yb754/s1600-h/8678-002-01-1064.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014103414095420658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RZWsfUA7HPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z1akL6Yb754/s320/8678-002-01-1064.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RZWsXUA7HOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZGrDrKDQz-0/s1600-h/8678-002-38-1052.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014103276656467170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RZWsXUA7HOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZGrDrKDQz-0/s320/8678-002-38-1052.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Al "9ura2e Al A3iza2e..Kil 3am wentow b7'air..3eedkum Mbarak..o Sana Sa3eeda 3ala El Jamee3e Ya Rabbbbbb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33938226-8432859918967864739?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/8432859918967864739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=8432859918967864739' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/8432859918967864739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/8432859918967864739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/12/ayamkum-sa3eeeeeeeda.html' title='AyamKuM Sa3EEEEEEEdA :)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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://bp3.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RZWsfUA7HPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z1akL6Yb754/s72-c/8678-002-01-1064.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-1116964036143986221</id><published>2006-12-15T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:24:32.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>egra wid3eeeeeeeeeeeeli...simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RYLLwiu415I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KECFmq-jhYM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008789770407040914" 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/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RYLLZiu411I/AAAAAAAAAAY/p-vaW6pIq80/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008789375270049618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RYLLZiu411I/AAAAAAAAAAY/p-vaW6pIq80/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple things that i didnt know about...maybe u didnt know 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33938226-1116964036143986221?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/1116964036143986221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-8201108946859209558</id><published>2006-12-08T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T06:26:15.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RXl18OAaqbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gw8NN_1xaCA/s1600-h/041025_relax.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006162138211461554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RXl18OAaqbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gw8NN_1xaCA/s320/041025_relax.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RXl18OAaqbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gw8NN_1xaCA/s1600-h/041025_relax.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006162138211461554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RXl18OAaqbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gw8NN_1xaCA/s320/041025_relax.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RXl18OAaqbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gw8NN_1xaCA/s1600-h/041025_relax.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006162138211461554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RXl18OAaqbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gw8NN_1xaCA/s320/041025_relax.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;كلمات &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:: &lt;strong&gt;الصمت إجابة بارعة لا يتقنها الكثيرون&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الألفاظ هي الثياب التي ترتديها أفكارنا . . فيجب ألا تظهر أفكارنا في ثياب رثة بالية&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;الانتصارات الوحيدة التي تدوم أبداً و لا تترك ورائها أسى هي انتصاراتنا على أنفسنا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;افعل ما تشعر في أعماق قلبك بأنه صحيح . . لأنك لن تسلم من الانتقاد بأي حال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;الضربات القوية تهشم الزجاج لكنها تصقل الحديد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ليس الفخر بألا نسقط . . و إنما بأن ننهض كلما سقطنا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ليس شقاؤك في أن تكون أعمى . . بل شقاؤك في أن تعجز عن احتمال العمى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;الحب جحيمٌ يُطاق . . و الحياة بدون حب نعيمٌ لا يُطاق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ليس شرطاً أن تكون دموعنا أمام من نحب . . لكن من الضروري أن تكون من أجل من نحب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و ردة واحدة لإنسان على قيد الحياة أفضل من باقة كاملة على قبره&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;المتفائل إنسان يرى ضوءاً غير موجود . . و المتشائم أحمق يرى ضوءاً و لا يصدقه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/33938226-8201108946859209558?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/8201108946859209558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=8201108946859209558' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/8201108946859209558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/8201108946859209558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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://bp1.blogger.com/_tHqo8pPG0w8/RXl18OAaqbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gw8NN_1xaCA/s72-c/041025_relax.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-8563593085068123845</id><published>2006-12-01T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:46:29.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres No Excuse!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/1600/17016/9alat8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/320/899021/9alat8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/1600/381581/9alat6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/320/668494/9alat6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/1600/430780/9alat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/320/430938/9alat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/1600/84538/9alat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/320/451670/9alat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/1600/649341/9alat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/320/419720/9alat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/1600/308003/9alat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/320/267274/9alat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/1600/673335/9alat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/320/389582/9alat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya Sub7an Allah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9ij eli yabi el 9alat matfoota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33938226-8563593085068123845?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/8563593085068123845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=8563593085068123845' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/8563593085068123845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/8563593085068123845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/12/theres-no-excuse.html' title='Theres No Excuse!!!!'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-6343662755066211877</id><published>2006-11-23T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:02:24.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/1600/54353/131_asmilies-com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6962/4142/320/788286/131_asmilies-com.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Girls&lt;br /&gt;                           are like apples on trees&lt;br /&gt;                  the best ones are at the top of the tree&lt;br /&gt;            boys dont want to reach for the good ones because they&lt;br /&gt;       r afraid of falling and getting hurt.. Instead they get the rotten &lt;br /&gt;                  apples from the ground that arent as good but easy&lt;br /&gt;            So the apples up top think something is wrong with them&lt;br /&gt;                                     when &lt;br /&gt;                           in reality they're amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 They just have to wait for the right boy to&lt;br /&gt;                                 come along    &lt;br /&gt;    the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-6343662755066211877?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/6343662755066211877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=6343662755066211877' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/6343662755066211877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/6343662755066211877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/11/girls-are-like-apples-on-trees-best.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116311778743629584</id><published>2006-11-09T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:03:57.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Idea To Admire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/img3kidsAll208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/img3kidsAll208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I usually get a lot of invitaions for local exibitions and most of the time i dont go...u know why i guess (dararee3..3o6oor..exsiswarat..went ray7)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a few days back i received this well made jet black card under the name of &lt;strong&gt;(A6FAL Cambodia)&lt;/strong&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what!!!! whats with name!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;when i opened it and went on reading...i was so proud and amazed @@..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was the idea of 4 young kuwaiti girls who flew to combodia and took pictures of the misery and the hunger of those sweet innocent children...they decided then to have an excibition and raise money for those kids by selling those pictures for only 30kd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My god what a cause...what a sweet jesture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the excibition was a blast and they raised a good amount of money :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so happy to find such amazing people in are young generation with this kind of thinking and direction...god bless them..it is somthing to be proud of and they deserve a recognetion..i wish to see more of those examples every now and then..at the end of day this is what life is all about &lt;strong&gt;A GOOD CAUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so be creative and confident and go out there ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-116311778743629584?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116311778743629584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116311778743629584' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116311778743629584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116311778743629584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/11/idea-to-admire.html' title='An Idea To Admire...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116285871945472597</id><published>2006-11-06T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:39:24.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A7'bar Mutafari"9a...news that can b of a use :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                            Al 7'abar al awal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hotel Key CARDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel room key cards contained so much information,when you check out of a hotel that uses the credit-card-typeroom key, It's good for the hotel because they save money by re-using those cards. But it is not good for you. it was found to contain the following information:&lt;br /&gt;a. Customers (your) name&lt;br /&gt;b. Customers partial home address&lt;br /&gt;c. Hotel room numberd. Check in date and check out date&lt;br /&gt;e. Customer's ( your) credit card number and expiry date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you return them to the front desk,your personal information remains there for any employee to access by simply scanning the card in any scanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bottom line is&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Keep the cards, take them home with you, or destroy them and NEVER turn them in at the front desk when you check out of a room.Take it home and destroy it by cutting it up, especially through the electronic information strip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That information wasissued by california bureau of investigation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                        Al 7'abar al thani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/add.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/add.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LOOOOL....anyone intrested?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al'7abar al thalith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ستاربكس والمواد المعدلة وراثيا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;مع أن ستاربكس تصر على أن لا شيء من منتجاتها معدل وراثي،اً وأن كل ما لديها من منتجات القهوة&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;والشاي إنما هو منتج طبيعي، إلا أن رابطة المستهلكين العضويين OCA في مقالها عن التجارة  أشارت إلى أن عدداً كبيراً من النشطاء في مجال التجارة العادلة سوف يقومون بحملة ضد ستاربكس في 300مدينة أمريكية وفي 8 دول أخرى من أجل إجبار الشركة على التوقف عن بيع المنتجات المعدلة وراثياً.في ذلك الوقت ردت "لارا ويس" المتحدثة باسم ستاربكس تقول إن الشركة توقفت عن استخدام الحليب المأخوذ من الأبقار المحقونة بهرمونrBGH الذي يسبب السرطان والأمراض للأبقار التي تحقن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The above article is very serious and it was issued in this week issue of (al mujtama3e), if its true then hardluck to all starbux loyal customers like ME..i realy need to know the real story here..if anyone has any information please share it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;*********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-116285871945472597?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116285871945472597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116285871945472597' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116285871945472597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116285871945472597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/11/a7bar-mutafari9anews-that-can-b-of-use.html' title='A7&apos;bar Mutafari&quot;9a...news that can b of a use :)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116278866566781127</id><published>2006-11-05T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:23:23.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banat El KuWait....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/kuwaitiwomen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/kuwaitiwomen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;في استفتاء سوتة &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;مجلة زهرة الخليج الاماراتية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; عن بنات الخليج وضمنها الكويت وكاااااانت النتائج &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;جمال الوجه&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الاولى : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;الكــويتيه&lt;/span&gt; الثانية : السعــوديه الثالثة : القطرية الرابعة : الاماراتية&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الخامسة: البحرينية السادسة : العماني&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;التعليم&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الاولى : السعودية الثانية : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;الكويتية&lt;/span&gt; الثالثة : البحرينية الرابعة : الاماراتية&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الخامسة : العمانية السادسة : القطرية&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;الشياكه&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;الا&lt;strong&gt;ولى : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;الكويتية &lt;/span&gt;الثانية : السعودية الثالثة : الاماراتية الرابعة : البحرينية &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الخامسة : القطرية السادسة : العمانية&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;التحرر من العادات والتقاليد&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;الكويتية &lt;/span&gt;الثانية : الاماراتية الثالثة : البحرينية الرابعة : العمانية &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الخامسة : القطرية&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;السادسة : السعودية&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;الالتزام الديني&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الأولى : السعودية الثانية : العمانية الثالثة : القطرية الرابعة : البحرينية الخامسة الاماراتية السادسة : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;الكويتية&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;الدلع&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الأولى: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;كويتيه &lt;/span&gt;الثانيه:بحرينيه الثالثه:السعوديه &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الرابعه:الاماراتيه الخامسه:القطريه&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;السادسه:العمانيه&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the begining i would like to extend my deepest gratitude to zahrat al 7'aleege for this valuable historical documentry article that i with my humble knowladge beleive that it would be a refrence for the next and next generations in the gulf!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(misakeen walah el majala m9adga 3omirha) loooooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ana mani '9id el na"9d wala adi3i el kamal bs lama agra ena el kuwaitiya el a7'eera fe el eltizam el deeni wil ola fe el ta7arur min el 3adat wil ta"9aleed ma agdar askit...ASFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el kalam eli mumkin aktiba fee hatha el 9adad wayed min na7yat mi9da"9iyat el estifta2e, maw"9i3a, el sharee7a eli sharikat fee, no3e el as2ila o 3'aira wayed, bs mani gayla ela jumla wa7da lil amanah o yish had 3laiha el taree7'e:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;((Bint el kuwait ehi eli athbitat enha e7'it el rijal fi 2/8/90,el shaheeda, om el shaheed, o binta o e7'ta fe wa6an el nahar))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o 3asahat lina el kuwait o 3ashoo ahalha ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&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/33938226-116278866566781127?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116278866566781127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116278866566781127' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116278866566781127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116278866566781127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/11/banat-el-kuwait.html' title='Banat El KuWait....'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116268520877831208</id><published>2006-11-04T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:42:34.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it fake??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/10102006-201927-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/10102006-201927-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;قدمت للمحاكمة الفتاة التي قامت بتسجيل ليلة دخلتها &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***********************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;قدمت وحدة مكافحة الجرائم الاخلاقية في الكويت &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;شابة , قامت بتصوير ليلة دخلتها على شريط فيديو هي وزوجها . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;وتحكي القضية , شريط انتشر بسرعة البرق , بعد ان تركته الفتاة , في الفندق , وسرقه احد خدام النظافة في الفندق عندما فتحه ليشاهد زوج وزوجته في شريط يفضح ويخدش حيائهما.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;القليل من سمع عن هذا الشريط الذي انتشر بسرعة البرق والتي كانت بطلة هذا الفيلم فتاة في يوم زفافها ، حيث قامت بتسجيل يوم زفافها ، أو بالأحرى قامت بتسجيل ليلة الدخلة في أحد الفنادق والذي مدته الاجماليه 50 دقيقة&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;البعض قال بأن إدارة الفندق قامت نشر الشريط ، ولكن بعد انتشار الفيلم بالكامل تأكد للجميع بأن لا احد يعلم بوجود الكاميرا إلى الفتاة حيث كانت تقوم بتعديلها وتثبيتها بين الحين والآخر.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وفي النهاية قامت وحدة مكافحة الجرائم الاخلاقية في الكويت , بتذنيب الزوج والزوجة معا بانتشار هذا الشريط , علما بان الزوج انكر معرفته لما قامت به زوجته . فقال القاضي , في المحكمة .. اذا كان الزوج لا يعلم بما ارتكبته زوجته من خطا يلوث شرفهما ويفضح عرضهما , فماذا هو لفاعل ؟ واضاف , ما ذنب هذا الرجل الذي اراد بأن يكمل نصف دينه ؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وقال القاضي : "تعودنا على هذه الامور من بعض الشباب الذين لا يبالون باعراض الناس , ولكن ربما هذه هي المرة الاولى التي تتجرا بها فتاة بهذا العمل وفي من ؟ في زوجها وشريك حياتها الباقية&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وقد امر القاضي بحبس الزوجة على ذمة التحقيق , واطلاق سراح الزوج حتى يتم تقديم الزوجة للمحاكمة النهائية , ورمي يمين الطلاق من الزوج على زوجته , لفضح العلاقة الشرعية علنا.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im not into these stuff but the story realy cougt my attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im wondering could it be true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why would they punish her..what she recorderd was a personal thing that she didnt intend to sell or broadcast n national tv!!! the one that should be punished is the hotel employee that stole it!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if it is not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then the person who fabricated this story is sick and must be admitted to a mental hospital....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;strong&gt;So What Do U think????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/33938226-116268520877831208?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116268520877831208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116268520877831208' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116268520877831208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116268520877831208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-it-fake.html' title='is it fake??'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116268142374822764</id><published>2006-11-04T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:11:48.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a special birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my birthday,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year its diffrent...it felt 3'air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year i had the toughest year of my life...most difficult time ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the worst birthday then....everything was so dark...soo gloomy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that year i re discoverd people i knew all my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sina 3'air...9a3ba...9a3ba...9a3ba eb kil ma3na lil kilma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i must say thank u min galbi to the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-nano for being there with me the whole journy&lt;br /&gt;-mama for her prayers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-papa 4 being papa&lt;br /&gt;-el doctora ma kint adri enha t7ibni that much&lt;br /&gt;-el johara for being the sis i always knew&lt;br /&gt;-dee 4 sharing the bad times&lt;br /&gt;-fa6fa6 4 being a true sister&lt;br /&gt;-endishmandish 4 being close every second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-al bandiri,filmgirl,kisha 4 their continous help to the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a7ibkum..a7ibkum...a7ibkum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atmanalkum el sa3ada wil 9i7a wil fara7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;atmana sina sa3eeda 3lay o 3laikum yaaaaaaaaa rab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;al bandiri: thanks 4 the beautiful post and the choclate :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;endismandish: thanks 4 the post, the dounats and MAC :*&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/33938226-116268142374822764?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116268142374822764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116268142374822764' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116268142374822764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116268142374822764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/11/special-birthday.html' title='a special birthday'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116257317486898649</id><published>2006-11-03T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T04:14:48.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Uiniverse...what do u think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/missw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/missw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today i thought of writing a diffrent kind of a post...a documentry if i may say ;))...somthing that can b a refrence for the next generation that might b involved in the world of beauty :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kindly find above the picture of miss universe from the year 1952 until 2005..u can c how fashion changes from only their faces make up and hair dew :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do u think we might have a kuwaiti particibating n such contenst sometime in the future??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if u have time vote for the prettiest and the ugliest :)&lt;/div&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/33938226-116257317486898649?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116257317486898649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116257317486898649' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116257317486898649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116257317486898649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/11/miss-uiniversewhat-do-u-think.html' title='Miss Uiniverse...what do u think?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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-33938226.post-116251077159825245</id><published>2006-11-02T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:48:52.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bamoot abi gahwa :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/cofe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/400/cofe.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long buzy day...went out at 9am and it was hot and a bit dusty...za7maaaaaaaaaa...uff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;got back home at 4pm...ta3baaaaaaaaaaaaana...crashed into bed and slept like a dead cow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8pm...woke up...rasiii e3awirni o mali 7'ilg o bad moood...shino el 7al???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tall non fat Ice latay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from starbux...yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss... hatha el 7al :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bes min lah 7'ilg ebadil...uffff....three drivers in the house and when i look for one to send to buy me coffee...MAKOO A7AD...wala wa7id mawgoood :((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shasawi...abi gahwa!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thikart ayam el states when the drive through starbux shops were here and there...a6la3e fi baijamti wala ehimni...amer 3ala el far3e eli yam baiti o a7'eth gahwiti...la tabdeel wala ashoof flana wala 3ilana...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;akoo far3e drive through tara....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9ije....el 7imdilla....waine? :))))))))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bil shwai7'e el 9ina3iya :/// wisaker el sa3a 7pm :(( o mo kil yoom yifta7!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shino hatha??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;makooo fayda...its 8.30 pm already...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eshda3wa open more than 1 drive through shop with regular hours...pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shraykum?????????&lt;/p&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/33938226-116251077159825245?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116251077159825245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116251077159825245' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116251077159825245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116251077159825245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/11/bamoot-abi-gahwa.html' title='bamoot abi gahwa :('/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116241252457949372</id><published>2006-11-01T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:58:46.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mufradat 3'areeba n kuwait!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/kuwait2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/kuwait2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ana mista3'riba min shay mla7i'9ta 9arli fatra..kalimat 3'areeba etidawaloonha el shabab wil banat hal ayam...kalimat 3arabiya a'9in :)...madri shino a9ilhaa wala min waine yaya 9ara7a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amthila 3ala thalik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1-GAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  tha write way to say it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ya jama3a 7'al engiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;binroo7 engiz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kint agiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2-6'abi6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the right way to say it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6'abi6ni/'6ab6eeni pleas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7'aleeni/7'alni a6'ab6ich/a'9ab6ik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3-yaksir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the right way to say it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kisartay/kisart fee flana/flan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ana mani '9id el ta6awur or da2a 2adeema...bs mitfaj2a fee hal mufradat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;shilsalfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..o shino 9ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer...waine lu3'atna el 3arabiya el 9a7ee7a!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mufradat mo min lu3'atna el kuwaitiya el sha3biya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Whats The Story Guys??? is  it me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/33938226-116241252457949372?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116241252457949372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116241252457949372' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116241252457949372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116241252457949372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/11/mufradat-3areeba-n-kuwait.html' title='mufradat 3&apos;areeba n kuwait!!'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116231392283253518</id><published>2006-10-31T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:11:19.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happend in egypt???????</title><content type='html'>I was amazed when i read the news today...shilli 9ayer fe ma9er...9ij willa chithb????&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to know more bs waine? i was visiting a blog by the name of karakota and one of the things he mentioned was that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of guys fe wi96 el balad sexually abusing girls in the streets...many incidents here and there all at the same time...they gather around the girl....rip her cloths off and touch her wherever they can...&lt;br /&gt;MA A9ADIG..but it seems true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the video and you will know what i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAFtE9ozk_0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAFtE9ozk_0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-116231392283253518?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116231392283253518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116231392283253518' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116231392283253518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116231392283253518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-happend-in-egypt.html' title='what happend in egypt???????'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116225435454954466</id><published>2006-10-30T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T03:14:22.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The colours of the rainbow is what we miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/being.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/being.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;* dad holding my hands every sunday and taking me to play in regent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* playing in the mudd with lateefa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* fishing for (gibagib) in shalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;* having cookie crunch with dee in leiscter square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*the feeling when i first laid my eyes on my jag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* when we won for the first time in colleage elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* when he told me that i was the one for the very first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's ur rainbow colours ??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-116225435454954466?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116225435454954466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116225435454954466' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116225435454954466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116225435454954466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/10/colours-of-rainbow-is-what-we-miss.html' title='The colours of the rainbow is what we miss...'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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-33938226.post-116223833902314042</id><published>2006-10-30T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:58:59.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday ndish ma ndish :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/balloons_assort_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/balloons_assort_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el 7abeeba el 3'alya endish ma ndish...happy birthday winshalla next birthday u have your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                  3iyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                dream man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;                                                    mezeratti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c u friday ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-116223833902314042?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116223833902314042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116223833902314042' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116223833902314042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116223833902314042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-ndish-ma-ndish.html' title='Happy Birthday ndish ma ndish :)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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-33938226.post-116222362034034225</id><published>2006-10-30T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:53:40.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma6ar el Kuwait Al 3amer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/MainPic[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/MainPic%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have been away from the country for about a year in the states...apearantly alot of things changed in this semi short period...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one of the things that cought my attention was kuwait airport (departures)...in eid i travelled as usuall but i decided to go for 3omra unlike my usual destinations in every eid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was soo suprised with the progress in the premises:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Fast  Track...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- a nice big LOUNGE with alot of privacy ...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finally :?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Female employees at checking points...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ta6awor shadeed o mufri7e :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wala estanastttttttttttt wayed and felt proud...wish this developments expands to the rest of the country...widna deeratna trid wit9eer durat el 7'aleeje...MA WIDKUM???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-116222362034034225?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116222362034034225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116222362034034225' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116222362034034225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116222362034034225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/10/ma6ar-el-kuwait-al-3amer.html' title='Ma6ar el Kuwait Al 3amer'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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-33938226.post-116208159414985850</id><published>2006-10-28T17:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T17:26:34.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i apologize...o ata3ajab!!!</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;started this blog to write a very special love story of somone i know...but as you have noticed i stopped for some time...i decided now to let you know why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some (MALAGEEF) found out who iam ye3ni who owns this blog :((...therefore i decided to stop writing the story coz the will know who iam talking about further down :///...coz i care for my freind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the good news is i will start writing again but diffrent things :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bess widi a3arif laish el lab7a wil ta7ari wil fu'9ool to know whos the owner of the blog..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ya rait a7ad efahimni!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/33938226-116208159414985850?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116208159414985850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116208159414985850' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116208159414985850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116208159414985850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-apologizeo-ata3ajab.html' title='i apologize...o ata3ajab!!!'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-116016425619323381</id><published>2006-10-06T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:50:56.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord &amp; I (part 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/CCFC158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/CCFC158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there we were talking on a daily basis...we start on sunday until thursday...we had the same working days...it was funny that our working days clicked too :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursdays were always a bit sad coz i wont see him for the next two days friday and saturday...but deep inside me although i wanted to be able to talk to him 24/7 but on the other hand there was this fear of getting used to him which i didnt want or was my intention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the days goes by i knew that he was married with three childrens...to be honest i wasnt surprised in his age he must have been married...that made me put more constrains to this relationship....if i may call it a relationship at this point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sundays at 1pm he had his weekly meeting at work meaning that we can only talk for 30 minutes :(...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he suprised me and he appeard at 11.30!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt in my office but my ICQ was on...radait maktibi wila ashoof the lord icon blinking...what a feeling it was...i cant describe it...i was happy and excited...especially eni walhana 3laih min yoom el 7'amees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LORD: Hi my lady &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAXIEM: hala my lord :)))))))))))))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LORD: How r u sweeti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAXIEM: im fine..how come ur here at this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LORD: I missd u and wanted to spend more time with u before my meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That was the first thing he said that made me feel diffrent.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we started a diffrent phase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/33938226-116016425619323381?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/116016425619323381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=116016425619323381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116016425619323381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/116016425619323381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/10/lord-i-part-8.html' title='The Lord &amp; I (part 8)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-115881219529809041</id><published>2006-09-20T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:16:39.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord &amp; I (part 7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/CCFC099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/CCFC099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day...there we were knowing more and more about each other...we start at 12.30 and end our talk at 1.30-2...sa3a o ni9 mafeeha tharat malal...siwalfa 7ilwa...and most of all he makes me smile...no he makes me laugh...o mo ay '9i7ka...'9i7ka min galbi...i knew that he was a manager in an investment company...graduated from kuwait university with a degree in marketing and he was in his early forties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day...9irt an6er el sa3a t9eer 12.30...i come to work looking forward to that hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day...12.30 to 2 is becoming the lord time...i do my best to be available...and work hard to make sure i have nothing then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god the chemistry between us is unique...we clicked so well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to feel attached...scary feeling...thats not my goal...i just wanna have a fun talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ignored that feeling...6annnnnnnnnnnnnnashta...and i just simply looked forward to are next chatt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-115881219529809041?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/115881219529809041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=115881219529809041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115881219529809041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115881219529809041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/09/lord-i-part-7.html' title='The Lord &amp; I (part 7)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-115873060916368283</id><published>2006-09-19T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:36:49.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord &amp; I (part 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/CCFC154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/CCFC154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day...a very busy day at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking ya tara will i see him again like he said...at the same time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know...lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passed by a bit slower than than any other day...its getting close to 12.30pm...i tried to complete some work ...just before 12.3o...my icq is on...lots of invitaions are coming here and there....bt i ignored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...there he was..12.30 sharp he was there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi Maxiem :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXIEM: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi Lord :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there it was another intresting day with him...we kept talking and talking...it suprised me that he never asked me if i was single or married..most guys ask this just after few minutes...didnt try to ask me for my real name...just called me by my nick.. maxiem...why?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kicked those thoughts out of my head...figured lets wait and see what this guy is all about...its too early to judje...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-115873060916368283?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/115873060916368283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=115873060916368283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115873060916368283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115873060916368283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/09/lord-i-part-6.html' title='The Lord &amp; I (part 6)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-115829703896718262</id><published>2006-09-14T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:59:29.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord &amp; I (part 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/CCFC003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/CCFC003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked...i was laughing like hell..time passed by so quickly...it didnt feel like an hour and a half..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i chatted before but that word was new to me...i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXIEM: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what does that mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it means be right back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXIEM: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woow i didnt know that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ohh then i will teach you alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I didnt realy pay attention to his last statment...but eventually i knew what he ment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1.30pm he said &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its time to leave...will i see you tomarrow at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...inshalla i will see you tomarrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I felt a tiny weeni strange feeling inside me..what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done this before...i chatted...what was diffrent...didnt find an answer..but i knew i was happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-115829703896718262?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/115829703896718262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=115829703896718262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115829703896718262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115829703896718262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/09/lord-i-part-5.html' title='The Lord &amp; I (part 5)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-115828255424146271</id><published>2006-09-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T18:09:44.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord &amp; I (part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/CCFC152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/CCFC152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually get alot of invitations from hundreds of guys/girls (but im not into girls if you know what i mean)hungry for fun and looking for an easy bird...but i was never that type...im not a play girl...i dont wana have relations ...im only here to explore this world...this world that allows you to be with somone..to contact a strager..talk..laugh..o 3'airaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had any relationships n my life...an official relationship with a guy...i have been aproached by many but never gave them the chance...i was always afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around noon...12pm in a monday afternoon...my ICQ was open...many invitations but i keep deleating and ignoring...but there was this invitation from someone called LORD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmm thats a nice nickname...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAXIEM: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hi lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there it was my first word to the man who changed my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-115828255424146271?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/115828255424146271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=115828255424146271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115828255424146271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115828255424146271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/09/lord-i-part-4.html' title='The Lord &amp; I (part 4)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-115802309887769614</id><published>2006-09-11T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:12:57.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord &amp; I...(part 3)</title><content type='html'>The next morning we were all excited...el yoom binjarib el ICQ...i went to my office...switched my pc...o da7'lt el ICQ...it was only few minutes when i started getting invitations...i screamed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angel im geting invitations&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shasawi&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a7'af arid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! bo heard me and she went..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACCEPT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACCEPT&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/bw07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/bw07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i did...and i started chatting...there was adel,hashem,and ahmed...&lt;/strong&gt;adel was a kuwaiti..married...43 years old...he was sweet...hashem a kuwaiti..pharmacist...married...37...and a sex maniac...ahmed...egyption...single...ma adri shino yishti3'el...he was damn funnnyyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun...diffrent bt nothing special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..Suddenly he appeard...an invitation from somone called LORD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-115802309887769614?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/115802309887769614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=115802309887769614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115802309887769614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115802309887769614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/09/lord-ipart-3.html' title='The Lord &amp; I...(part 3)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-115800050844945236</id><published>2006-09-11T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:09:28.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord &amp; I (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/sccfc117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/sccfc117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt;...shino hatha we screamed...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ma t9adgoon&lt;/span&gt; bo said...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u can speak to people (guys) bedoon ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e3arfoonkm&lt;/span&gt;...me and angel went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9ijeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..wanasa..yalla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it was always my fear to be known...i dont want anyone to know me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo went to are pc's and created an account for each one..me..angel &amp;amp; cookie....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shtaboon tsamoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nafskum&lt;/span&gt;...fakarna...i choose the name MAXIEM...it was one of my faviourat cafes in paris...my precious town...and there it was...ana...me is maxiem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started my journy in the ICQ world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-115800050844945236?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/115800050844945236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=115800050844945236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115800050844945236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115800050844945236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/09/lord-i-part-2.html' title='The Lord &amp; I (part 2)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-115769636953996468</id><published>2006-09-07T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:06:38.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord &amp; I...(part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/1600/CCFC016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1434/3732/320/CCFC016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring of 2001..it was an ordinary day at work...another semi boring day...i did some work then i went to sit with the girls...angel,cookie &amp;amp; bo...the girls were talking about how boared they are...they were nagging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nabi n7ib...nabi shay fun...makoo a7ad bil dawam...yyyy '3ligaaaaa......malal....uff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Suddenly bo screamed...&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tadroon shino yi9la7 likum&lt;/span&gt;...the girls went &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;...then she said it...the word that changed my life...she said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ICQ&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-115769636953996468?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/115769636953996468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=115769636953996468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115769636953996468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115769636953996468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/09/lord-ipart-1.html' title='The Lord &amp; I...(part 1)'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-115760141923384376</id><published>2006-09-06T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:56:59.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first crush</title><content type='html'>when your away you get to rember things...old stuff...very old stuff...i was watching tv....reruns were on...and there he was....((MAGNIM P.I))...rember him...with his beatiful legs...hairy chest...amazing smile....ya 7ilwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was my first ever CRUSH....and many many other girls crush im sure...god when i see him i just have this feeling of comfort....dont know why?? i rember his tiny shorts and how sexy he looked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallah i missd those days...when everything was smooth....easy...and nothing to worry about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont we all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-115760141923384376?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/115760141923384376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33938226&amp;postID=115760141923384376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115760141923384376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33938226/posts/default/115760141923384376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-first-crush.html' title='my first crush'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03354652557374697734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33938226.post-115752570713518111</id><published>2006-09-05T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:56:30.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my first day in the blog world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i have been away from the country for soo long...i miss the heat...i miss the dust...most of all i miss my people...mom...dad...family get togeather..are house...my car...i always loved to travel but usually its my choice...but not this time...this time i was forced too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have never been alone in my life,,,always wonderd how does it feel being alone,,,thought it was easy,,,thought it was fun...but nooo,,,,nop,,,it was tough,,,reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaly tough...again it wasnt my choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when your away you see things clear...you know people better...you find out what you mean to others...your suprised!!!! and eventually you discover the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33938226-115752570713518111?l=memoi1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoi1.blogspot.com/feeds/115752570713518111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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