<?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-21600156</id><updated>2011-11-15T06:37:54.928+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, as we know it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115486521623366518</id><published>2006-08-06T14:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:53:36.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'>no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiji has &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jijiliciousity.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115486521623366518?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115486521623366518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115486521623366518' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115486521623366518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115486521623366518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-more.html' title='no more'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115478112793317518</id><published>2006-08-05T15:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:32:07.963+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duwa Azraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today in the pharmacy we preparred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Genshin Violet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.. elmash`hor bilkuwait ib esim ilDuwa elAzraq ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so story goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the poweder we start with was well y3ny normally violet.. but the truth was.. that it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/05-08-06_1018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1st step: add a lil bit of alcohol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2nd step: dilute with water.. ow n7oos elkhal6a ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so when does it turn violet? aw 3ala golatna Azraq? awal ma n9ub el alcohol 3ala elpowder ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/05-08-06_1022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115478112793317518?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115478112793317518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115478112793317518' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115478112793317518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115478112793317518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/08/duwa-azraq.html' title='Duwa Azraq'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115452680845458247</id><published>2006-08-02T16:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:53:28.480+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What you are seeing is a REAL name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/02-08-06_0844.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/02-08-06_0844.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ll let the picture speak for itself.. lool.. i cant ;p just imagine him sayin in an indian accent: ana esm mal ana bol kallaaam ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s no offence to all our indian friends ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115452680845458247?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115452680845458247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115452680845458247' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115452680845458247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115452680845458247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-you-are-seeing-is-real-name.html' title='What you are seeing is a REAL name'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115429226348942727</id><published>2006-07-30T23:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:48:14.773+03:00</updated><title type='text'>7asdeenna 3ala motat ilyim3a..by nanu</title><content type='html'>check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.alriyadh.com/2006/07/10/article170288.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.alriyadh.com/2006/07/10/article170288.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and don't forget to chech out ilta3leeqat too "P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115429226348942727?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/' title='7asdeenna 3ala motat ilyim3a..by nanu'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115429226348942727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115429226348942727' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115429226348942727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115429226348942727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/07/7asdeenna-3ala-motat-ilyim3aby-nanu.html' title='7asdeenna 3ala motat ilyim3a..by nanu'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-115413338132995361</id><published>2006-07-29T03:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T03:36:21.353+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight seeing on Friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/28-07-06_2244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/28-07-06_2244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the bad quality of this shot.. bs notice how some ppl like to express their joy when sumone they know is getting married? dancing on cars?? ok... wuts next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115413338132995361?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115413338132995361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115413338132995361' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115413338132995361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115413338132995361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/07/sight-seeing-on-friday-night.html' title='Sight seeing on Friday night'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115394688894227298</id><published>2006-07-26T23:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:48:08.943+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how we do it</title><content type='html'>car sell ad? yeah Kuwait is full with those ads almost every where u go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this particular ad caught my eye when i was in the parking lot of "soog elmanakh" ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/sog%20elmanakh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are cars called &lt;strong&gt;DUB, 7OOT, YARYOOR, WA7SH, SHABA7 and now this 9BOOR&lt;/strong&gt;?! wut car is this &lt;strong&gt;9boor&lt;/strong&gt;!! i need to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115394688894227298?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115394688894227298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115394688894227298' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115394688894227298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115394688894227298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-how-we-do-it.html' title='This is how we do it'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115365758827415943</id><published>2006-07-23T15:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:26:28.303+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can`t beat them, join them.. true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was my first day at work.. who am i kiddin ;p i haaaad more fun than i thought it would be :) 7emdilla good place n good people.. altho its summer and the day was supposed to go slowly.. i didnt feel it was a 7-2 workday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the result of my foolin around with lil bottles on the window ;p i dunno wut i was aiming at! an army of plastic bottles and plastic containers attackin the poor patients? anything is possible ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/23-07-06_1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oooh i just remembered! i gotta go finds me a cool MUG for tea time at dawam.. dont worry u guys im not one of those who leave work behind and chit chat all day long.. bs we DO need a 15 minutes break! ;p&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/21600156-115365758827415943?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115365758827415943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115365758827415943' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115365758827415943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115365758827415943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-cant-beat-them-join-them-true.html' title='If you can`t beat them, join them.. true?'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115286757485887405</id><published>2006-07-14T11:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:01:31.826+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i`ve got too many fancy shmancy pens :(</title><content type='html'>tagged by lilacs ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You receive a gift. You open it and say "Wow, this is exactly what I need. It came in time." What is the gift? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LCD.. emmm... or should i wish for anthrax..? or emm... a new pair of chanel sling backs?... well i dunno can i just say the gift was EVERYTHING? am not greedy right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Close your eyes, now open them. You are someone else. Who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mom :**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You are sitting in a coffee shop in the Champs-Elysées. There are five chairs around the table, you sit on one, who sits on the other four? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Q80 Orlando bloom look alike (yes girls he is real.. no longer an urban legend), Deco.. and the other 2 chairs.. well.. my shopping bags! DUH! my new shoes have to rest before i wear them down ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They give you a chance to appear on TV for five minutes. Everyone on the planet is watching you, and everyone will believe whatever comes out of your mouth. What will your message be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will anyone tell me how to clean white sport shoes? trainers? tennis shoes? we have 5 minutes to take ur calls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... i tag&lt;br /&gt;laialy&lt;br /&gt;no3ik&lt;br /&gt;zizo&lt;br /&gt;dr.lost&lt;br /&gt;7tenths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115286757485887405?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115286757485887405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115286757485887405' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115286757485887405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115286757485887405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-got-too-many-fancy-shmancy-pens.html' title='i`ve got too many fancy shmancy pens :('/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115264302525330214</id><published>2006-07-11T21:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:37:05.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired By No3iK: a Tag</title><content type='html'>this may look like a knock-off of no3ik`s latest post.. but i liked the idea.. and since no entry in my mobile is remotely related to the actual name of the people i know ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aBaJeeJo: my baby bro zizo ;p [dont get me wrong! not the zizo u all know ;p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-iLQaRRaTH: my other bro.. well.. he will munch at everything that falls under his eyes ;p yet he still manages to stay fit ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-9aKHoLTeSH: yep thats sis alrite ;p [remember that lil goat esmeralda used to have in disney`s Hunch Back of Notredam?... thats how we remember sis and also its wut we normally call her at home ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MaMeeCHKa: MOM :**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OTSiNo: BABAAAAA :**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DaM3a (formally known as 7aMaS): my cousin.. well.. since we`r tooooo close... kil ma eser new thing in our life.. her name in my mobile HAS GOT to change with it ;p&lt;br /&gt;dont tell why her name is dam3a liesh mo dumoo3? well.. cuz shes too lame to be wayed dumoo3.. min kither ma ehya t3awr galby i had to call her dam3a ;p... i wuv ya sweeeetiee :**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oM MiSHRiF :): yes the entry is followed by a smilie and yes her son`s name is Mishrif :**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-om 3yaaL: well... 1st of all... we call this girl om 3yal cuz she has a crush on a guy whom we refe to as "om 3yaaL" ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3aNaaDiL: my bestest best friend in the whole wide world :**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GoLDie Da Pies (phillipino for goldie the fish): SWEET Nanu :**... she just forgets everything ;p hence the gold fish part and the phillipino accent is just the way she and i communicate :p... i miss ya girl :**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Se7a: her name is actually sheikha ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-L0oKi: my cousin 3bdelrazzag.. but no one calls him 3bdelrazzag ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M J B+ : my cousin 7ammod.. i was sleepin over thier place once.. and the 2nd day when he went to check his grades.. they all turned out to be B+s ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do7a: my friend ;p yes.. like do7a.. Qatar`s capital city ;p shes Q80 tho ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-khubZz Rgaag: THIS GIRL IS FUNNY!.. PERIOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JeeJee: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL not me.. but thats my cousin.. and her name has nuthin to do with jeejee, just like my name has nuthin to do with jiji either ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.. too much too many ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its ur turn.. without mentioning anyone in particualr.. everyone who read this post should consider themselves LUCKY.. cuz U R ALL TAGGGGGGGEEEEEED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs after her readers..... haunts them down*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115264302525330214?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115264302525330214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115264302525330214' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115264302525330214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115264302525330214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/07/inspired-by-no3ik-tag.html' title='Inspired By No3iK: a Tag'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115236958229646669</id><published>2006-07-08T17:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T17:39:42.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh outta my mind..</title><content type='html'>i wanna b a lip stick model.. enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there a way...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if thats possible.. i wonder if can model footwear =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115236958229646669?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115236958229646669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115236958229646669' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115236958229646669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115236958229646669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/07/fresh-outta-my-mind.html' title='Fresh outta my mind..'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115196124270137069</id><published>2006-07-04T00:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:14:02.723+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirley Temple or Roy Rogers?</title><content type='html'>Today I went out for dinner with a dear friend of mine "u know urself ya: i dont have a wedge ana a7tj! ;p " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the waiter starts askin us abt our drinks.. since i dont drink soda and fizzy drinks.. i asked abt juices and cocktails..so he said "We have shirley temple".. I weeent craazy when i heard it! cuz i never thought that any restaurant had them here in Q8!! so i asked the waiter for non-fizzy shirley temple.. he gave me a shocked look! my friend was sweet enuff to ask for a normal shirley temple ;p bs me NO! gotta have my drinks "super custom made" just like every other thing in my life ;p "Almost".. so for like 5 mins and 1 or 2 tears from the waiter.. he understood wut i wanted and got me a non-fizzy shirley temple.. DONE? NO! am jiji! am never done! so i ask for some lemon wedges to highlight my cocktail ;p ... my glass didnt have any garnishing with sugar or lemon slice! unlike my friends`! so i ask for the extra lemon wedges! when they got me the wedges.. my friend got envious and was like "i have no wedge, ana a7tj!" LOL! i really liked that sentence.. to tell ya the truth.. this is the main reason why am writing this POST ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115196124270137069?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115196124270137069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115196124270137069' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115196124270137069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115196124270137069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/07/shirley-temple-or-roy-rogers.html' title='Shirley Temple or Roy Rogers?'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115184234583694195</id><published>2006-07-02T15:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:12:25.860+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weenik Yaa Darb eLma7aBa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://telefonino.leonardo.it/news/images/13322_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://telefonino.leonardo.it/news/images/13322_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115184234583694195?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115184234583694195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115184234583694195' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115184234583694195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115184234583694195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/07/weenik-yaa-darb-elma7aba.html' title='Weenik Yaa Darb eLma7aBa..'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115169955597005303</id><published>2006-06-30T23:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:32:35.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addiction</title><content type='html'>Ive introduced myself to a new addiction.. which is turning into LOVE! well... its a drink.. for a while i used to like this "i dunno wut its called" smoothie.. then some wierd tea.. but, as of last nite.. ive had 7 servings of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK COFFEE WITH ESPRESSO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not an extra shot of espresso added to my coffee! no! one cup of black coffee with a cup pf espresso :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weird thing is.. that this drink was supposed to keep me awake and alert... bs all i do since ive had it is SLEEP SLEEEEEP SLEEEEEEEEEEEP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115169955597005303?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115169955597005303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115169955597005303' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115169955597005303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115169955597005303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-addiction.html' title='New Addiction'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115135970262280156</id><published>2006-06-27T01:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:08:22.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast Your Eyes On This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image153.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lil piece of art is my own creation.. and it was the graduation "der3" for our graduation.. i was assigned the task of designing it and making it come to life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7emdilla the thing i did was "THE" thing that will last with me and my class mates forever :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115135970262280156?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115135970262280156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115135970262280156' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115135970262280156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115135970262280156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/feast-your-eyes-on-this.html' title='Feast Your Eyes On This'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115127628625662821</id><published>2006-06-26T01:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:58:06.290+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Or Orange?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.conquest-watches.ru/_pic/Versace/pr/VSQ90D009S009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.conquest-watches.ru/_pic/Versace/pr/VSQ90D009S009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conquest-watches.ru/_pic/Versace/pr/VSQ90D165S165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.conquest-watches.ru/_pic/Versace/pr/VSQ90D165S165.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115127628625662821?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115127628625662821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115127628625662821' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115127628625662821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115127628625662821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/black-or-orange.html' title='Black Or Orange?'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115101561033461237</id><published>2006-06-23T00:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:33:30.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WORLID CUB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Ghana.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Ghana.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since world cup 06 begun ive been a loyal GHANA fan.. i know everyone made fun of me.. bs the joke is on u guys! this team is goin places! GO GHANA GOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now u know that my team is GHANA.. wut about the best player? yeeeesss!!! hes Prtugal playmaker! DECO!!!! hes just the cutest! u can just eat his itsy bitsy lil tiny eyes! thats my kinda guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teamtalk.com/Images/50019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.teamtalk.com/Images/50019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115101561033461237?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115101561033461237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115101561033461237' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115101561033461237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115101561033461237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/worlid-cub.html' title='WORLID CUB'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115092399577797304</id><published>2006-06-22T00:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:06:35.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115092399577797304?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115092399577797304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115092399577797304' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115092399577797304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115092399577797304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115071437012220873</id><published>2006-06-19T13:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:52:50.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause &amp; Effect</title><content type='html'>Severe water shortage in Kuwait...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image143.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115071437012220873?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115071437012220873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115071437012220873' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115071437012220873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115071437012220873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/cause-effect.html' title='Cause &amp; Effect'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115054543389628970</id><published>2006-06-17T14:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:57:13.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Q80 Girls.. Am Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jabriya.blogspot.com/2006/06/about-last-night.html#comments"&gt;SHRoQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115054543389628970?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115054543389628970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115054543389628970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115054543389628970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115054543389628970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/q80-girls-am-speechless.html' title='Q80 Girls.. Am Speechless'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115041747673403819</id><published>2006-06-16T03:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T03:24:36.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, as jiji knows it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Too busy thses days to have time to post or comment.. work work work.. for elections and for graduation.. dont ask why! ok elections am workin bs for the graduation am dieing! my classs are clueless when it comes to arranging a desent graduation ceremony! ba6en chabdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elyooooooooooom i met laaaaiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaly!!!!! WOOOOOWWW WAS THAT FUN OR WUT :) &lt;br /&gt;thanx sweetie for the great time in SH6aRPuQSH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. so.. thats pretty much wuts been goin on in my life recently :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah one more thought.. elections 7addddaaa great way to make u more confident.. resoureful.. strong and opinionated.. and never afraid to speak ur mind.. im really enjoying my time with the media comt. and i realllly wannnaa thaaaank them all especiallllllly our boss bil comt! thanx, ur truely my big bro :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115041747673403819?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115041747673403819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115041747673403819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115041747673403819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115041747673403819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-as-jiji-knows-it.html' title='Life, as jiji knows it'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-115011733322853394</id><published>2006-06-12T15:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:31:28.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me, You Have Paint On Your Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yesterday morning i walked into the office.. and on the stairs there was this man who was related to the candidate.. we said hello and everythin.. then he told me.. "why jiji! u have paint on ur jeans".. and i thought "huh?!" then i looked at my jeans and remembered that they were the ones with bleached spots and stuff.. i laughed so hard then told the poor man thats its the way it is.. modelah chethy 3amey.. i bought it like this! he looked at me ow ma9doom 7adda! then he laughed ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why he thought i had paint on my jeans was cuz the house and the office were packed with painters and workers.. so he thought i might have fell or sumthinh spilled on me ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my jeans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image140.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image140.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-115011733322853394?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/115011733322853394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=115011733322853394' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115011733322853394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/115011733322853394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/excuse-me-you-have-paint-on-your-jeans.html' title='Excuse Me, You Have Paint On Your Jeans'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114993650722914567</id><published>2006-06-10T13:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T13:55:16.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin HOT HOT HOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image131.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image131.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;runnin errands in the summer can KILL ya.. but when u have ur loyal frozen treat with u.. all troubles go away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;today i enjoyed one of my faves.. cranberries or cherries sorbet from KDD.. the entire range is perfect for summer.. but i liked this one in particular.. as it gives my lips a subtle cherry red hue ;) no need for gloss ow loya ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s. Can i be a lips model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114993650722914567?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114993650722914567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114993650722914567' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114993650722914567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114993650722914567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/feelin-hot-hot-hot.html' title='Feelin HOT HOT HOT!!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114989084340836925</id><published>2006-06-10T00:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T01:07:23.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Ma7boob</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for a whole week.. my undevided love and attention was directed towards this innocent pink camel.. whom i lovingly call Ma7Bo0o0B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and since summer holiday started.. and am about to start my new job, which i dont know where to begin with ;p i have been lookin around for interesting mugs.. and this is one i found at the coffee bean and tea leaf cafe.. authentic mug.. hand made in mexico.. the guy told me they were collectables.. so i bought (read forced sis to buy) it for myself to b like my good luck charm for work, its real big.. and thats what i love most about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114989084340836925?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114989084340836925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114989084340836925' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114989084340836925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114989084340836925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/meet-ma7boob.html' title='Meet Ma7boob'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114981367955531771</id><published>2006-06-09T03:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T03:41:19.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiji The Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love to get involved.. makes me feel good about myself.. its work.. and i love to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to take part in skool elections as well as university and college elections..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the parliment elections is the MAJOR gig.. and it a cool experience might i add..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been assigned to work as muta3aheda.. like i elect names from the districts families list and see if they would vote for the guy am workin for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked them out.. i loved the competition atmosphere.. met a couple of old friends from skool.. ppl i knew since i was 4 maybe! it was really nice to catch up walla ;).. i was mostly happy cuz they referred to me as the smartest girl in skool back in the days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we`ll see wut happens tomorrow &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/21600156-114981367955531771?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114981367955531771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114981367955531771' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114981367955531771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114981367955531771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/jiji-key_09.html' title='Jiji The Key'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114969068110518803</id><published>2006-06-07T17:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:35:17.323+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Blog Solo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know wut am goin to say here might not sound cuortious.. i know nanu and i adore this blog.. and consider it to be our beloved child "too emotional?".. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but being here all alone left me thinkin.. nanu goes on and off like TOO OFTEN and i kinda blog on daily basis "hooked arent we?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how does a solo blog sound.. only jiji? nanu u should have a say into this :&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i will continue to blog here as well.. but mostly ill b bloggin from my own blog..&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/21600156-114969068110518803?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114969068110518803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114969068110518803' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114969068110518803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114969068110518803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/should-i-blog-solo.html' title='Should I Blog Solo?'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114941654348140262</id><published>2006-06-04T13:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:25:56.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I guess its time for my comeback :p....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I really don't have something interesting or exciting to write about like I should, considering the months I kept away from writing any posts...but I'm going to write anyways ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm almost a graduate (the grades haven't come out yet) I have plenty of time to do the stuff I didn't have time to do earlier. Of course there are too many things I want to do which would make me tired just thinking of them....so I decided to do nothing for a while :P.....................this is boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just list some of my plans for the summer and I hopefully will succeed to do most of the things on this list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. clean up the pile of papers (and many other miscelanious stuff) on my desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. try to clean up my cupboards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go get my "ta7leel' from the mustashfa and hope they didn't throw it away cuz they've had it for almost 2 months now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. paint a painting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. cook or make desserts (i'm not an expert..but I will look for easy/tasty stuff to make)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. check out he candidates views for majlis alomma ..then vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. buy a black handbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. have a facial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. write a better post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114941654348140262?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114941654348140262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114941654348140262' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114941654348140262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114941654348140262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-114933081228303044</id><published>2006-06-03T12:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T13:33:33.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did I End Up On TV!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning thinking how can i make this satuarday morning a useful one.. i remembered having some things that needed me to attend and finish them.. and mom called me and reminded me that i should go check my name in the mayor`s office "3ishtaw ya3ny bakashekh elmukhtar ;p".. this was to make sure I was able to vote in the coming elections ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i finished everything i was supposed to do and went to the mayor`s office.. they told me they dont have the records in their office anymore and i better check with the people in the elections authorities or wutever.. so i asked where and went there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached the elections authority building "idarat shu2on el-intekhabat", took a step on the stairs.. walked on the red carpet "i know YeeeeY! ;p" and i saw the men and women signs but being jiji i had to ask for directions as i tend to get lost in the most obvious places ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 men on the threshold.. i asked them where exactly should i go if wanted to check if my name was listed? so this old kuwiaty man "with a silver front tooth" turned and looked at me as if he saw a ghost " i knwo am white.. but not that white ;p" and the other guy was an algerian journalist holding the KTV microphone, i let out a sigh of relief when i didnt see any cameras around.. so the algerian journalist told me where i can go and check if my name was listed.. and then he asked me if i wanted to run in the elections!! i was SHOCKED!! and insulted!! am only 22 "ofcourse i didnt tell him that.. well i did later.." i told him NO NO!! i just wanna check my name incase i wanted to vote.. he insisted on having an interview with me talkin about my opinion in elections and the political scene in kuwait "I KNOW!!!" i told him NO i dont think am qualified to talk about politics as am too frank and i can say thigns i may be sorry for later on.. he said no its ok you wont say anything wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was like OK ;p lets do it, althuogh i felt awkward but hell with it lets see wut happens ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he called on the KTV camera man and the interview started.. all of a sudden "Am not lieing" 20 journalists, photographers and camera men were surrounding us!!! and i heard this journalist from AL-ARABIYA channel holding up his mic and facing the camera saying ( just now in Kuwait city, the youngest  female candidate in the parliment elections has enetered and we`r about to interview her and blah blah blah...) "LOL" the KTV journalist turned at him and told him i was just a citizen coming to check if i was listed or not.. then the entire crowd that was around us started laughing.. cuz they all huddled around us to catch the latest news of the youngest female candidate ;p "sij eljournalist namil ;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i felt like a BIG SHOT!! cameras flashing at me and ppl making interviews about me and i was liek the news of the hour "my 15 mins of fame yeah baby".. i asked why on god`s green earth did they assume i was goin to run in the elections?! one guy told me cuz when u came in u looked like u were in control and u know wut u were doin and u knew wut u wanted.. u were very confident.. "COOOOL" so we all thought u were goin to run for the elections ;p.. i said naa`aah am just 22 i cant.. not YET.. i might tho ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the fiasco was over i went to check my name.. and the KTV guy came along with me to show me the way.. its was realllly crowded that time.. so i waited.. we had a lil chat he and i.. he asked wut i did and i told him i just finished my bachelor`s in pharmacy.. and he was screaming ( OOH NO! the doctor should not wait!!) and there vwas another guy deshdasha next to us, the journalist seemed to knwo him.. so he introduced us as me being the doctor and him some executive sum place or a newspaper editor "WUTEVER" so this guy was also like ( yeah the doctor should not stand and wait.. give me ur civil ID and follow me) so we went to an office like inside closed doors and stuff.. and there were ppl on computers ow looya.. so this man tells one of the ppl on the computers to leave everything in his hand and attend to finding my name "kashkhaaaa anaa"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listed... hence i can vote "WOOOHOOO ;p".. i left that place smiling and thinking how everything happened so quickly.. and how kuwait has changed.. and how we women will "inshalla" change kuwiat to the best inshalla.. and not only women can make the change.. every loyal Kuwaiti can and will make a difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... WER ALL FROM AND TO KUWAIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allah ykhaleeeeha lina ow ya7feth`ha ya rab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114933081228303044?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114933081228303044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114933081228303044' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114933081228303044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114933081228303044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-did-i-end-up-on-tv.html' title='How Did I End Up On TV!!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114925880477596902</id><published>2006-06-02T17:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:56:32.506+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Help Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apart from looking for a cool mug for my new job and figuring how to renew my closet.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was asked to write a graduation quote.. normally id have 1000 good quotes.. but my brains is JUST BLANK!! just blaaaaaaah ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am askin for ur help guys.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got any good quotes?&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/21600156-114925880477596902?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114925880477596902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114925880477596902' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114925880477596902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114925880477596902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-help-here.html' title='A Little Help Here...'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114907981304349160</id><published>2006-05-31T15:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:50:13.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don`t Say a Word</title><content type='html'>sssshhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one should even know or hear about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u heard nuthin from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realllllllly dont wanna jynx it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa - - - d  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.popapez.com/resourcecenter/pezlist/listimages/Misc/walmart_smiley_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. Remember pez? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114907981304349160?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114907981304349160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114907981304349160' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114907981304349160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114907981304349160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-say-word.html' title='Don`t Say a Word'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114902106245304515</id><published>2006-05-30T23:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:25:45.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;yes.. i was insulted.. annoyed.. mocked.. and judged unfairly by my examiner, supervisor the dean and the entire teachin staff in the faculty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simply...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;some idiot supervisor is yahil ow 7annnaaaaaaa ow kil ma eshof a7ad he tells him wut a bad student i am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;my dear dear DEARRRRRR supervisor.. and also my examiner (3ashan ma7ad yez3al mn jiji).. i have one thing and one thing only for u.. and am gonna say it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NA3AAAM??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ishtaboooon! &lt;/span&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="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;p.s i think zizo has sumthin to do with this&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/21600156-114902106245304515?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114902106245304515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114902106245304515' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114902106245304515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114902106245304515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-toast.html' title='Am Toast'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114885295133910604</id><published>2006-05-29T00:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:49:11.366+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Luff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;2 more days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;thats all its gonna take :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;inshalla NANU n Moi will do good.. and PASS :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;till then..&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/21600156-114885295133910604?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114885295133910604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114885295133910604' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114885295133910604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114885295133910604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-luff.html' title='New Luff'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114855456776429420</id><published>2006-05-25T13:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:56:07.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Through jiji`s eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I havent gone out in a really long time.. i dont mean out OUT as in having fun out.. no.. just plain old OUT ;p &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is wut jiji saw ;p &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image064.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the 6th ring road when i saw this! like i know i havent been out for long.. but this is outrageous! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to the Sheraton Hotel to finish some business.. yeah coooooool.. they gave me an idea badge ;p ow ana mo shayfa kheir so i took a pic ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was waiting for my car at the front door... NO!! am in Kuwait! NOT LONDON! its Sheraton Kuwait!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in my car and i was still excited about this red double decker.. i found out that it belonged to the British School of Kuwait.. and it was for some british exhibit in the Sheraton.. it was filled with purple ballons tho ;p my favorite color ;p well sabeQan.. cuz my new fave color is RED ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114855456776429420?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114855456776429420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114855456776429420' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114855456776429420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114855456776429420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/through-jijis-eyes.html' title='Through jiji`s eyes'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114832490500696863</id><published>2006-05-22T21:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:08:25.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.. again! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i go to the doctors` for regular check ups and this is wut i have.. SINUSITUS!! yes!! very big word.. means nuthin but a damn flu 3ala juyob 3ala ba6ekh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant breath well.. i thought it was some sorta allergy.. well it was.. allergy to ba6ekh actually :) which goes by the name Shammam, ba6eeekh a9far, rock melon, honey dew melon.. but not cantelop ;p i learned that the hard way ;p... so bs enough with the ba6eekhy ba6eekh talk, bottom line here: AM ALLERGIC TO MELONS! thats why i havent been eatin them for 10 years or so.. but in the last week ive consumed HUGE amounts of them melons ;p YuMMY :) and the result was.. mild allergic reaction ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the doctor told me "i sooo dont wanna b u  right now".. the pharmacist said " u got so many freakin drugs!!" and yes! he said freakin!! am so glad that i actually might do my rounds in this pharmacy soon this summer ;p he seemed like a funny guy ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;obviously.. am goin nowhere with this ceaseless post.. so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&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/21600156-114832490500696863?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114832490500696863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114832490500696863' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114832490500696863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114832490500696863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/again.html' title='AGAIN!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114802936896024157</id><published>2006-05-19T11:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:15:14.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/objective1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/no%20more%20project.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/no%20more%20project.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The previously illustrated molecules may be found in ur food, medicines, colors or perhaps even MAKEUP!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.What are they called? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.Benzopyrans!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.How can u avoid their DANGER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A.Simple.. THROW THEM AWAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.What is so dangerous about these molecules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A.THEY WERE MY PROJECT!! My awfully horrible project!! I hate it! DIE PROJECT DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114802936896024157?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114802936896024157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114802936896024157' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114802936896024157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114802936896024157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/warning.html' title='WARNING!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114787095048927688</id><published>2006-05-17T15:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:23:59.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Still got the poster thing.. but thats gonna wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wanna thank everyone who helped make it thru the last couple of weeks.. thank u guys.. ur all great, without mentioning any names.. u all helped.. even if u just wished me good luck.. believe u did HELP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Again... THANX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114787095048927688?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114787095048927688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114787095048927688' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114787095048927688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114787095048927688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/say-it-again.html' title='Say it again'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114756449454099482</id><published>2006-05-14T02:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:54:54.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep.. my brain wont even log on the start mode to function like a normal human brain so i could atleast type something to add up to my reaserch paper.. THE PROJECT... and thats due this WED!! which means...! yeah!! in 3 days time!!.... am so depressed to freak out.. but its not my first time being a slacker ;p ive outgrown the name.. now i better look up for a new word to describe lazy ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a fresh thought.. this post is by far the most meaningless post ive ever seen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I CAN SLEEP AFTER THIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114756449454099482?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114756449454099482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114756449454099482' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114756449454099482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114756449454099482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114685296941712474</id><published>2006-05-05T21:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:16:09.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Till then...</title><content type='html'>since i never begin to work until its too late, this semester is no different from the rest of the previous semesters ive had in skool.. nor better than my entire years as a student ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacker is my name.. but i always pull it through.. i hope this time will .. wel... INSHALLA et3adey 3ala kheir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so until then.. ra7 a3tezil AL-FAN ow atrek elsa7a 7ag jeil elshabab el9a3ed.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill see u again on may 17th :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill leave u with a favorite song of mine.. &lt;strong&gt;CLOUD #9.. by: Bryan Adamas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clue number one was when you knocked on my door&lt;br /&gt;clue number two was the look that you wore&lt;br /&gt;n' that's when i knew, it was a pretty good sign&lt;br /&gt;that something was wrong up on cloud number nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight&lt;br /&gt;well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the moon is out and the stars are bright&lt;br /&gt;and whatever comes s'gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;cause tonight you will be mine..... up on cloud number nine&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't no place that i'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;and we can't go back but you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the weather is really fine..... up on cloud number nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he hurt you and you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;and that wasn't the way it was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;so baby tonight let's leave the world behind&lt;br /&gt;and spend some time up on cloud number nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight&lt;br /&gt;well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we won't come down tonight&lt;br /&gt;ya we won't come down tonight&lt;br /&gt;no we won't come down tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can watch the world go by...... up on cloud number nine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114685296941712474?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114685296941712474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114685296941712474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114685296941712474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114685296941712474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/till-then.html' title='Till then...'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114656640855469569</id><published>2006-05-02T13:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:40:08.570+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/migralevens.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/migraleve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these pills from the pharmacy.. and i could not not notice their amazingly cheerful colors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... THEYR WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyr used to treat migrane... hence the name MIGRALEVE ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is me playin with them in my friend`s car ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/happy%20migraleve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. THEY WORK AS CRAYONS TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114656640855469569?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114656640855469569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114656640855469569' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114656640855469569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114656640855469569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/05/pretty-pills.html' title='Pretty Pills'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114606944285572636</id><published>2006-04-26T19:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:37:22.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ma7aaad 3aleeha bagy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;the last post was at 10.10 am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;at 11.11 am.... i heard the news, rushed to grand`s house.. ambulance and doctors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;roo7ha el6ahra had left our unhloy earth at exactly 11.11 am!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;hospital at 11.40!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;no life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wuts life.. its nuthin but a trip to the after life.. where man`s work and whorship is wut matters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wa ma el-ensan ella 3abd.. musayar min allah tabarak wo ta3ala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;7aramteena ya denya min elghalya 7aramtena..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;innah leelaah ow ena elayh raji3oon, al7emdilla kanat 6ayba.. ow she died fast ow ma t3ebat wala 3anat :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elraja2 3ala kil min yegra this post yahdey thawab sorat elfat7a ela roo7 elmar7oma: Fatema bint Asia.. ela roo7ha ow ela arwa7 jamee3 almu2mineen wa elmu2minat.. al27ya2 minhom wa el2mwaat..&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/21600156-114606944285572636?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114606944285572636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114606944285572636' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of just watch myself break into pieces and and the whole world passing me by non-stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I decided to take a step forward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fight my BLUES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The magic formula??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ReD LiPSTiCK + jiji = jiji oN ToP oF THe WoRLD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- the depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;In the past few weeks.. I could not imagine myself leaving home without my redlipstick!! must be something in the air.. or red lips are in! but I know for sure that am lovin` myself back again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114603628100461409?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114603628100461409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114603628100461409' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114603628100461409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114603628100461409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/04/fight-depression.html' title='Fight Depression'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114588373098978347</id><published>2006-04-24T15:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:50:07.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Status...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;jiji...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always remember: when u have the chance to change wut u got.. GO AHEAD AND DO SO! never settle for wut ure given and then spend ur time COMPLAINING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Otherwise.. ur gonna end up being this guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/eZ%20death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114588373098978347?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114588373098978347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114588373098978347' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114588373098978347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114588373098978347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/04/current-status.html' title='Current Status...'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114564473190187309</id><published>2006-04-21T21:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:38:51.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song That Never Grows Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;br /&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;You'd give anything to make them feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found the one&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed of all your life&lt;br /&gt;You don't do anything to look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally found the one you've givin your heart to&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that one won't give their heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever closed your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is wait for that day when they will care&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do to get you in my arms baby&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do to get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how I need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you in my world&lt;br /&gt;'Coz baby I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brandy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/21600156-114564473190187309?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114564473190187309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114564473190187309' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114564473190187309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114564473190187309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-that-never-grows-old.html' title='A Song That Never Grows Old'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114547262940052422</id><published>2006-04-19T21:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:31:10.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who translates in Q8?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/afh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/afh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/afh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/afh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/afh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to post these pics ever since ive been to the armed forces hospital.. this poster was practically the wallpaper of every single wall in every single ward in that hospital..!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the arabic:english translation maLhom ma3na wala 3alaqa eb ba3ath.. not even 3alaqa bilma3na el7aQeQe lil elma3loma elly yabon ewa9Lonha!! as if there were NO better words that they HAD to go and use those!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te7el6im:&lt;br /&gt;7ataaaa posterna (elly ma faaz) a7san mn hatha.. and i didnt 4get about postin it here.. soon inshalla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apology:&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the bad quality of the shots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114547262940052422?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114547262940052422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114547262940052422' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114547262940052422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114547262940052422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-translates-in-q8.html' title='Who translates in Q8?!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114530271828598376</id><published>2006-04-17T21:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:23:13.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>jiji yal zarga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok.. so wut do u think the title implies?.... and i know some of u have been wondering wut was my last post aiming at.. well i`ll tell ya wut i was aimin.. and wut i didnt get, or maybe got in the end ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my lil bro has this weird annoying habit of turning every normal everday word into something either "bad, mean or even disgusting"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the last couple of weeks.. he`s been calling me "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yal zarga&lt;/span&gt;" whenever i did or said something he didnt like ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOWEVER.. this is not the story ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here we go.. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THE BLUE STORY&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it all started on friday afternoon.. when mom asked me to go to the co-op to get some stuff.. so i went there.. and like the good daughter am always am, i got everything she asked for.. but then i walked into an aisle.. an aisle like no other.. where horror stories have been told and innocent lives have been lost.. and alot of blood ha.... (yeah right ;p).. well i walked into the hair dyes aisle and i was like (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HALAAALOOYAAA&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i thought to myself: "i really need to get myself something nice".. any other girl would buy a candy bar.. juice.. magazine.. ice cream.. skin care products.. sunscreen.. wutever.. but not jiji i`ll grant u that ;p...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as i was strolling down that aisle, my hands reached out to grab a box.. the color was "&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BLUE BLACK&lt;/span&gt;"... it has always been a dream of mine to dye my hair a color thats really out there ;p...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i figured this would b safe.. and results wont b as drastic as if i had my hair done in a beauty salon.. plus my hair is already dark.. y3ny c`mon ana Q80ya min wen ley elshegar ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i didnt show mom the dye i bought to avoid her rage ;p u know.. i was protecting my lil baby box :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so the next day, i told her that i bought black hair dye.. of course she gave me a lecture about the disadvantages of hair dyes... etc..... bs ana a9arait iny i do it!.. she agreed.. till now.. she was clueless of the true color of the dye ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i asked her to do it for me.. so she staretd applying the dye to my scalp and hair.. of course the color was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;!! LOL! &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;BLUE as in pepsi can blue&lt;/span&gt; ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mom: jiji why is this thing turning ur head &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: ee mom.. i forgot to tell u.. the dye i bought... is &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;blue black&lt;/span&gt;.. not black!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mom: *furious*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: its ok.. (and i showed her the box so she could see the final result of the dye on my hair, which according to my current hair color will get me black hair with a hint of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;navy blue&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mom: y3ny azraq..?? jiji.. am getting &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lon azraq pepsi&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue ink&lt;/span&gt;!! its not dark at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: *ambeeeeh!!! quietly!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mom: hehehe khalas.. its up to u.. if u lost ur hair afterwards and u looked like a dead circus clown dont come to me crying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: wanasaa i`ll b a clown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mom: 7mdilla ow elsheker.. hatha wenty my eldest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lil bro: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jiji yaaalll zaaarqaaaa!! &lt;/span&gt;( hatha madre min wen 6ab 3alaina ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mom: shefna ow 3eshna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;me: *chaaaakkk chaaaak chaaaak ow 6ag6ega ow 7aflaaat dakhel ;p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;40 minutes passed by waiting for the color to develop.. i washed my hair.. dried it... and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY HAIR IS NOT &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BLUE BLACK&lt;/span&gt;!! ITS JUST BLACK!! this hair dye is a scham!! *sooooo disappointed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one hour later.. i noticed some &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;navy blue streaks&lt;/span&gt; in my hair.. so i had a relief!!.. then inoticed one or two &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;baby blue&lt;/span&gt; streaks.. and i though it was cool.. the entire body of my hair was still BLACK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;waiting another hour.. the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;baby blue&lt;/span&gt; streaks were still &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;baby blue&lt;/span&gt;.. and may have disappeared... and the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;navy blue&lt;/span&gt; strands developed into a brighter &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ink&lt;/span&gt; shade with a hint of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pepsi can blue&lt;/span&gt;.. and now.. my entire hair is black + &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;navy blue&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i waaaassss sooooo excited!!!!! finally! i did something ive been dieing to try for years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as happy as i am.. i dont think ill go blue again.. next step.. hmm &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.. we`ll see ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but since am blue... i havent been really blue.. "thank god"!... i dunno why i thought i should be blue when i go blue ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/blueblack.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;p.s. that my current hair color ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114530271828598376?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114530271828598376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114530271828598376' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114530271828598376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114530271828598376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/04/jiji-yal-zarga.html' title='jiji yal zarga!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114520605828948322</id><published>2006-04-16T19:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:47:38.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are you so blue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img1.travelblog.org/Photos/1437/11428/t/47965-Are-you-sure-you-have-not-stepped-in-blue-paint-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img1.travelblog.org/Photos/1437/11428/t/47965-Are-you-sure-you-have-not-stepped-in-blue-paint-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When somebody says: "ooh am so blue!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would u jump in and say: yeah.. he/she is so overwhelmed with over due papers.. unpaid bills.. unpaid debts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or maybe he/she lost some one so close and dear.. or he/she is stuck in daily routine.. some ladies would get post partum depression (AKA) baby blues.. or some one is blue cuz he/she listenning to the blues? "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y9eer?&lt;/span&gt;"... eelaaakh elaaakh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or do u think that some ppl y9eron blue cuz they stepped in blue paint?.. or they got blue ink pockets?.. aw a7ad ya y3ny ib yetghashmar ow 9ab 3alehom blue paint ;p.. (cheny ba3adt 3an elmawtho3 ;p)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so u see.. most of the time.. ppl are blue ghasben 3anhom.. but..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.did u know or hear of ppl who became blue on purpose? why? what were they aiming for? did they change after goin blue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. wuts ur favorite blue thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;3. wut does blue remind u of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;4. if u were the color blue.. wut shade would u b?&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/21600156-114520605828948322?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114520605828948322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114520605828948322' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114520605828948322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114520605828948322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-are-you-so-blue.html' title='Why are you so blue?'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114492822395085206</id><published>2006-04-13T14:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:14:52.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brakooley..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/dabadebo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/dabadebo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a3arefkom 3ala elmazyoon elmamlooo7, weld omah ow oboh.. eldallo3.. sa3ed el7aaath: KHATCHIBEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te3araft 3aleeh fe marina mall.. ow bs min awal nathraa enjaraft wara2 masha3ree.. niseet kil elly kint agola about not falling for love.. bs shasaweeee... naaathrataaa jaathaaabaa!! se7arny eb ebtesamtaaa elfattana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elfaaaal leekom inshalla min ba3deeey :)&lt;br /&gt;elly tabey tetzawaj 7ayaha 3ersy "da3wa 3amma".. 3nda wayed rabe3 ow 3yal 3am ow 3yal khala ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114492822395085206?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114492822395085206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114492822395085206' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114492822395085206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114492822395085206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/04/brakooley.html' title='Brakooley..'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114439753157974540</id><published>2006-04-07T10:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:12:11.603+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BaCK oN TRaCK</title><content type='html'>Finally!! i have finalllllly over come my fear.. the only fear am havin lately is goin near my project ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank GOD!! today i started to work again.. i admit that i would not have came near it if my prof didnt threaten me last wednesday ;p.. but its all for the best ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now am at starbux (ee minhommmm) and i figured i might get more work done if i was out of the house.. so i went there.. asked for the internet card thinggy (u can tell am that gullable).. so i bought it from the phillllliiiipppiinaaaa lady.. the lebanese manager came to my table and told me "ento elbanat el3arab lesh hayk ma bet7ako rejala?!?!?"" ... in my head i was goin "shfeeeh hal khibil??".. chan agola wut do u mean?.. he said.. "if u came and asked me id tell u that the whole place is wireless and id make the connection for u and no one will know.. why didnt u come talk to me in the 1st place?".. 6b3an the card was not refundable.. bs he told me i could use it in any other non wirelss starbux..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bs shyaaaby!!! min weeen yalah e7a2 iny i wont talk to men!! i mean SHYABYY!!! 7arrrny!!! bs maskeen he helped me .. so hes forgiven ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt soooooo used!!! i hattee thaaat philllliiiipena sooooo much that i wanna go snap her twiggy lil neck!! (a3saabich jijiiiiiiiii!!).. walla shes right behind me smilin and welcomin clueless customers into the cafe!! SHES EVIL!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the important thing here... for the 1st time in YEARS!! i woke up early on a friday :) i woke up at 6! went for a walk bilmamsha then decided to hit starbux around 8 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could post our poster.. bs better check with nanu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114439753157974540?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114439753157974540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114439753157974540' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114439753157974540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114439753157974540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-on-track.html' title='BaCK oN TRaCK'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114400751140419923</id><published>2006-04-02T22:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:51:51.423+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZIM TITLE WILLA MAMNO3 AKTEB?</title><content type='html'>Am feelin toooooo many things.. so 6awloow balkom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICK!!!!! this is me this yr!! kil ma at7san.. antekis!! y3ny bs!! lemuta!! mo 7ala kil 3-4 weeks akheth new antibiotic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESH POSTARNA MAFAAZ?!?!?! oooooffffff.... the day b4 results were in i was convinced we were #1.. even nanu thought so!! cuz sij... postarna kan 7iloooo :&lt; bs 7aram the group who won did a real good job :).. while we got 4th place ;p bare in mind ina total # of groups was 7 ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep old scrabbled and imshakhbe6en papers?? of which none maktoba 3aleha one single useful piece of info!!! i always write things that seem important at that moment and just forget about the paper.. until it resurfaces 10000000000 yrs later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always have to have missing lecture notes!?!? y3ny lazim lazim lazim b4 midterms and finals i call nanu asking her for almost kil notat elcourse?!?! ma3a eny i attend all lectures?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i love to collect shopping bags in my room.. be them: chyas jam3eya, chyas 9aydaleya, chyas soog?? ow lama a7ad yaby chees 7ag shay.. i never give them min chyasy! i go look for chyas min elmakhzan ow my sisters room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am currently working in ameri hospital smoking lounge!! all the guys in the place i work at SMOKE!! bs adkhal ow a6la3 illa kil wa7ed shab lah zegara ow minsheke7 ow haddena e7na nakref!!! GDMT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent bought any new shoes in ONE month!! how??? its just not done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to buy a new MOBILE.. bs mobiley el7aly yakser kha6rey.. well actually my 2 mobiles yakseron kha6ry :( kil wa7ed fehom aqdam mn elthany!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fe baly eghneya mo rathyaaaa troooo7 ow tenjeli3!!.. "9adeney fe gharamah.. haleney fe kalamah.. blah blah blaaahhhhh.. madre sheno.. then kan le 7obna bdaya malaha min nehaya aw shay chethy!!.... i think nabel sh3el oldie"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aby akil rockets mn 9999999999999 sena.. bs ma7ad eyeeee ma3ay... aw ana maly khulg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think different brands of tea taste different!!! 3ndy kil brand chay gehr 3an elthany.. like best teas now.. "chay a7mad".. "alwazzan".. "dilmah"... I HATE LIPTON!! ITS SMELLS FUNKY.. my new hobby? tea tasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didnt our poster WIN!!! oooooooffffffffffffffffffff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my lasek FAILED! madreee... i just know it.. y3ny i can see.. bs ma a3teqed 20/20 aw 6/6... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both big toes are sore!! panadol?? wala foot rub?? any idea??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesh eljaw chethy!!! mo 3ajebny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trash can in my room is ALWAYS empty!! i never throw anything there..! madre lesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is too pointy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i even begin to CRY about my hair?? tried everything there is... ow mako fayda! still slowly BALDING ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESH POSTERNA MAFAAAAAAAAAAZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesh kila agool... "9ar feeny..."?.. do i mean to translate "i was like..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also found out i talked waaaaaaaaaaaaay too fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to b pushed to b productive.. otherwise.. i will do NUTHIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma7eb tefa7 a7mar wala ragy! a7es fehom 7athareeb.. i like yellow apples.. bs akthar shay sour green apples.. which reminds me... APPLE BEE`s!!! lel7en mawjood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep 2 lamps in my room.. that i never light!! they work alright.. bs madre lesh never used them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk around the house asking my parents.. bros and sis itha yabon chay aw gahwa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am suspecting the living room`s sofa to be the cause of my recurrent respiratory tract infections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CATAFLAM!!! (diclofenc potasium)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am losing my once so called GOOD MEMORY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laugh uncontrollably 3ala kil shay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna work ib kil eljobs bil3alam.. cuz i honsetly think i can perform everyone`s job better!! cuz i just cant stand the ashkara wrong things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do the 1st batch of hamba taste soooo "FANTASTIC"?!?!? y3ny awal ma neshtery mangoes.. awal 9andog edish betna ekon alaath wa7ed ow bs ba3den mako good mangoes!!.. and i never rest until i finish kil elhambat elly bithalaja.. ana ow ekhty netnafas 3ala ena inakhle9 hambat elbeit killihom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the show "the nanny!!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i own too many pink items!! its not like it suits my personality!.. its just that i OWN TOO MUCH PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didnt our poster win? seriously??? kila min Dr. Is_He_Bald_?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate smokers!! and worse.. ppl who smoke in a hospital setting.. and worst health care pros who smoke in the hospital!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;END&lt;/strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114400751140419923?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114400751140419923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114400751140419923' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114400751140419923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114400751140419923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/04/lazim-title-willa-mamno3-akteb.html' title='LAZIM TITLE WILLA MAMNO3 AKTEB?'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114348232889569845</id><published>2006-03-27T20:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:58:48.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>زرقاء اليمامة</title><content type='html'>wannaaa!!! waaaaaaaaaaanaaaaaaaasaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ow ham ba3ad marra: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 7 years of waking up and reaching for my glasses near by on my night-stand.. i no longer need to do that! i dont even have to  feel those oooozy wooozy GBaGiB in my eyes!!! sij sij taghyeeeeeeer!!!&lt;br /&gt; y3ny i was blind and  now i can SEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mashalla LASEK took no longer than 10 minutes!! bs 10 minutes!! both eyes! SO COOL!! and the doctor was so mashalla talented (is that right to say about a doctor?)  ;p&lt;br /&gt;it never hurt one bit.. but it was rather disgusting :p cuz i was awake through out the whole thing and i saw everything.. bs of course i was druged.. bs local anesthetic.. eye drops anesthetics ow bs.. fa i was imfat7a during the 3amalya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6b3an jiji is jiji lazim abadi3 :p  that day i set an example of a BAD PATIENT ;p for some reason ;p y3ny in the operation i was supposed to look straight into a blinking central red light.. swear to GOD i was looking at it!! ow i was still just like the doctor asked.. bs he kept sayin "ur moving.. ur neck is moving.. ur not lookin at the light.. ur head is down.. i cant deal with u.. ur a difficult case.. am not sure this is gonna work.." 7araam 3aleeeh i was following his directions word by word!! madre shfeeh 3alay!! bs ashwa when we finished her checked my eyes and said "OK.. kil shay MUMTAZ".. so 7emdilla i think am safe after all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sij sij sij elba9ar ni3ma ma e7is feha ella ely in7eram minha thi3f aw 3ama... bs 7emdilla alf 7emdilla 3ala ta6awur el3ilm ow el6eb :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id like to take the chance and thank everyone who wished me luck and prayed for me :) and thanks for those who asked about me while i was gone :).. *feels abit like fada2eya masreya aloo ;p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bs cant type akthar min chethy.. gotta rest 3weenaty :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114348232889569845?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114348232889569845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114348232889569845' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114348232889569845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114348232889569845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='زرقاء اليمامة'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114262514561634437</id><published>2006-03-17T22:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:52:25.636+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Time ouT</title><content type='html'>So.. tomorrow is the day! "inshalla".. tomorrow is the day I say GOOD BYE to eye glasses FOR GOOD! am getting madre doing laser eye surgery :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that am really concerned about is the operation :(&lt;br /&gt;check this previous post of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/3amaleya.html"&gt;http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/3amaleya.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the misfortune that followed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/6b3an-cuz-am-biggest-gubbissa-ever.html"&gt;http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/6b3an-cuz-am-biggest-gubbissa-ever.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really hope that tomorrow everything will go smoothly.. min gher ay mashakil wala ta3qedat ow 7ath jiji elgubbisy el6bee3y :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally I wont be able to expose my eyes to intese light.. especially light from monitors and TV screens.. ow aham shy projectors in the class room! which means A BREAK FROM SKOOOOOL!! HEEEYAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!! tomorrow its me in that picture!! so yalla work on it! I need to hear prayers with my name min el7eeeen leeee bacher wagt el3amaleya ;p.... around 8.00 am Kuwait time ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/eye_surgery1.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114262514561634437?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114262514561634437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114262514561634437' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114262514561634437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114262514561634437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-out.html' title='Time ouT'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114245828820972785</id><published>2006-03-16T00:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:14:00.920+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CrossRoads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/14-20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/14-20.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why?! why is it that everytime am about to finish a big chapter in my life i start obsessing about the next!&lt;br /&gt;am graduating this year inshalla.. a moment ive been wating for my entire life.. so wuts the problem? am not satisfied! i want more! more education! i know am in an everlasting feild of knowledge as medicine changes contiuously! bs still I WANT MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i can do it.. after graduating from my skool am not sure ill get accepted again in KU.. especially that my GPA is.. hmm well lets say its OK ow bs ;p so am not sure ill get in again.. although it did happen in the past.. and the faculty which am thinkin about enrolling in has accepted student "nafs 7alty" before.. but that was almost 15 years ago.. am not sure i wanna study abroad.. i mean my parents wont have a problem with me living and studying abroad.. bs ana i cant live alone! am afraid ill b sick one day and no one will b around to take care of me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ok if i get the chance to study abroad.. and it would be better if i had the chance to finish off right here in Q8..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i want from my life? why am i never satisfied? i know i can do better than just my degree :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible that i cant imagine my life being anything rather than a student? dont get me wrong... am not the "bookworm" type of girl.. bs madreee i just feel i wanna b the BEST i could b..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will b a HUGE step for me to take! am ready to take my chances and DO IT.. but the thing is.. well.. how old will i b by time i finish my 2nd degree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bachelor am getting this summer pays much much much better money than the profession am goin to study for :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really want this new degree.. i wanna b "ash`har min elnar 3ala el3alam" and thats one thing my current bachelor degree wont provide for me :(.. and am pretty sure that the degree am hoping ill get "maybe inshalla" will help me b wut i want to b.. am not "full of it" but honestly; i know myslef and i know i can b the best in wut i do.. so why stop at the end of the line, while there a beautiful GREEN FEILD just right behind this line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could go on and on and on and oooooon forever.. wut can i do..? am in desperate need of help so i could decide wut i reallllly want to do for the rest of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114245828820972785?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114245828820972785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114245828820972785' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114245828820972785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114245828820972785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/03/crossroads.html' title='CrossRoads'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114219689660530906</id><published>2006-03-12T22:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:01:37.616+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I LaB DeM BeRRY MuCH!</title><content type='html'>I know ull all go (HUH?!) when u see this post.. bs i could not let another day go by without paying a tribute to my favorite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHOES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have selected some of my favorite pairs ;p and for each pair i have a story or a memory that i wont forget :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again, my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOES!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love u alllllll!!!!!!! so even if ur picture is not posted here (talkin to my shoes).. u know u`ll always have that special spot in my heart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/joty7.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/joty7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;although they are black`n`yellow.. bs i made sure i wear them (shamelessly) with everything i own! plus they`re reallllllly comfy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny story sarat ley once when i was wearing them to the airport.. and there yomha kan nady elqadysa (in yellow) imsafren madre besafron on mu3askar madre sheno.. for some odd reason the entire airport was fixated on me! lool! everyone thought i wore those boots as neeshan to some guy from that team y3ny assuming ina i was dating (3emyany) one of them ;p&lt;br /&gt;DONT GET ANY THOUGHTS!! AM NOT LIKE THAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/joty2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/joty2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty aih? well this pair proves that sensible shoes are nuthin but an urban legend ;p&lt;br /&gt;they look like they just came thru a time vortex! back from the days of Louis the 14th madre 16th... "choose whomever u like best ;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they look ok to u 6b3an? yeah sure.. but not to me! they 2 sizes bigger than my actual size!! why did i buy shoes that dont fit!?!?! 3adi INSOLES ;p hehehe.. bs walla they make me look sophisticated :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/joty4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/joty4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanu`s favorite ;p&lt;br /&gt;once i asked her "if u could steal one thing from me, wut would it be?" she said "THEM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love at 1st sight? madreeee... its just that i knew i had to make`em mine once i laid eyes on them! also goes with everything i own ;p (ghaseb i wear weya kil shy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ad`hom comfy.. well they`re sports shoes madre semi-boots or wutever!.. bs kil elly a3arfa: TOO COMFY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/joty6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/joty6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;every year i go thru this "silver shoes/boots/sandales" phase! i like to refer to this condition as my "silver fad" ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this funky pair came with a clutch bag.. which i wanted to post as well.. bs since this post is a tribute to my shoes.. i didnt want to mix joys by posting a single pic for one lonely clutch bag ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madree shagoool!! less is more ;p&lt;br /&gt;a7eb`hom! ;p they are comfy altho they look terribly back wrecking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/1600/joty3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/joty3.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! my silver fad continues ;p&lt;br /&gt;now these platforms are my new black shoes!! you see once am in love with a pair i tend to make it my official foot uniform, day in and day out ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the satin straps that tie around the ankle and leg :) makes me look like a ballerina :) and the silver is really silvery shiny and glittery ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason (genetic maybe) there isnt one girl in my family who does not own a pair of these!! they`re simply preeeetty to look at and in ;p and they feel like walkin on clouds (cloud #9 ;p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114219689660530906?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114219689660530906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114219689660530906' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114219689660530906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114219689660530906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-lab-dem-berry-much.html' title='I LaB DeM BeRRY MuCH!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114180231561921051</id><published>2006-03-08T09:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:18:35.643+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood: DEPRESSED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/depression.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have no idea how i became depressed! am always an optimistic person looking at the world from pink colored glasses! i know this MAJOR DEPRESSION PHASE has nuthin to do with my infamous bad luck. ive had bad luck for as long as i could remember, but it never put me down like i am right now.. am lost, dunno wuts goin to happen in my life! i feel like life is changing and am still right where i used to be.. am anhedonic! I WAS NEVER LIKE THIS!! shelly 9ar, shelly 7a9aL?! plus am showing JERRRO interest in everything!! all i do is sleep and watch TV! so much is going on in my life at the moment.. but i feel like i want out.. i dont wanna join anyone in anything! i need to take a break and regain my OLD ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**JiJi calling her "old self" back: sorry if i never took good care of u.. come back and we`ll have GREAT times together.. i promise.. just come back.. PUUUHHAALEAEEESE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114180231561921051?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114180231561921051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114180231561921051' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114180231561921051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114180231561921051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/03/mood-depressed.html' title='Mood: DEPRESSED!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114087877144795578</id><published>2006-02-25T17:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:46:11.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>ok..so i have to do this survey for a research i'm doing and give out a questionaire.  Bad news! I can't do it.  I've realized i don't have it in me to aproach people and ask them to fill in a questionaire for me. &lt;br /&gt;I went out today with the purpose of distributing my questionaire to people so they can fill it out.  I stayed about an hour at that place without approaching anyone...there was no one approachable a9lan!...I'm begining to think i might have phobia :s  I don't know how I'm going to carry on with my research.  I guess I'll have to find someone else to distribute those questionaires for me.  Now that would be very helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114087877144795578?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114087877144795578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114087877144795578' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114087877144795578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114087877144795578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114038472161990645</id><published>2006-02-19T23:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:58:38.850+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Story</title><content type='html'>Only when u think u got it bad and ur life is takin a dive to the worse, something comes along and makes u THANK GOD ur living the life u know it with all its ups and downs. Like when they say "lama t3arf humom gherik hanat 3aleek humomik".. So read this story and just thank god that ur lucky to b u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i 1st started my medical rotation in the pediatric wards in the hospital, i kept seeing this young boy who was around 10-12 years old. he had this intratrachial tube wrapped around his neck for he had some sort of respiratory disorder, and he looked like someone with a mental disorder or something. i always saw him hanging with the porters and cleaning people, and i have never seen any family members visiting him.. and whenever we were to start our daily rounds, the day finishes and we never got to check on him.. this happened everyday for a whole week.. i thought it was weird, since this boy was there the entire week and maybe even before that. so i let it pass and forgot about him, thinking that perhaps it wasnt our doctors duty to check on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next week we were with the doctor in-charge of training us in the meeting room, when all of a sudden this boy walks into the room and asks the doctor for chocolates and chips.. she told him to look in the drawer maybe he will find some.. at this point i was really curious to know this boy`s story, so i asked the doctor.. she said that he was born to a slightly psychotic mother, and that there are some social problems in his family since the parents got divorced and the mother got remarried. he was born with congenital problems, which was the reason why he was admitted to the hospital at a very young age (maybe when he was less than 1 year old).. this mother; being psychotic.. refused to take care of her child! and refused to take him back home! this boy suffers from respiratory depression and severe attacks of hypoglycemia.. and apparently she can not take care of him.. so she told the doctors that she didnt want him and never came back to take him! now this boy is living in the hospital! hes been living there all his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the doctor was telling us his story, the boy was upset cuz he didnt find any treat.. and asked the doctor "money money?" the doctor told him that she hasnt got any now.. and that she will someone to the baqala to buy him some treats.. the kid starting begging the doctor and kiised her hand asking for money once again! he kept on kissing her hand and stretching his hands up in wut seemed to b a prayer! maybe he meant "plz give me money,..for god`s sake" i was like (!!!!!!) the doctor ordered him to leave, and so he left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we asked the doctor "why was he begging u for money?!!" and she said that the hospital porters abused him and taught him how to beg for money from people who come to the hospital, since these porters werent supposed to beg in the hospital "DUH!".. the story broke my heart and i almost cried :(.. anyway we wanted to know more but we had to continue with the cases discussion with the doctor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ala mar elasabee3.. i kept seeing him giving the money he begged for to the awful porters! and they treated him badly those stupid porters! i was never able to look at him :( i felt really bad for him.. today were with another doctor in the same ward.. and we saw him.. (this doctor wasnt an old consultant or anything, she looked like someone who just graduated from med skool.. she was sweet).. so we took the chance and asked her about this boy`s story.. she told us about his psychotic mom and the social problems his family had.. i asked why isnt he in a child care centre or an orphanage ? she said those child  homes and orphanages refused to take him cuz they dont want to take responsibility for him since he serious health problem which needed constant monitoring from a doctor.. the main reason they refused him was cuz they dont have a doctor and dont wanna get into trouble if anything bad happened to him while he was there! HOW LAME!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we asked her why no one ever comes to visit him? she told us that his older brothers used to come visit him.. and they even took him home with them over night or for the weekend.. problem was: his brothers and family abused him sexually! (GOD!!!).. they found out about this problem when he came back form these days away from the hospital.. he used to return with bruises all over his body, feeling bad and used.. upon further questioning the doctors found out that he was really abused by them! are they even human?! BEASTS! even beasts don treat their young ones this way! and so the docs issued an order forbidding his brothers from visiting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can people who abandon their own flesh and blood, and people who abused children sleep at night!! this story made me really appreciate my life! am lucky i was born to my parents.. raised in a family that is tightly related!&lt;br /&gt;how many times have we complained about how unfair our parents were?.. or how mean they were.. or how they never seemed to understand u?.. how many times have we told them to their faces in angry moment that we hate them? we are all lucky we have a roof over our head.. a family whom we love and loves us back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this story for a minute.. then look at ur life.. and.. well see how great ur life is.. please pray for this boy.. there is nothing stronger than the power of prayer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel that the minister of health should know about this story..&lt;br /&gt;am not going to point fingers at anyone, but i think the hospital staff handled this kid`s situation in a way they shouldnt have.. they could have done much more to help him.. i know its outta their hands but they could atleast let the people hear about his story.. there is still some goodness left in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114038472161990645?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114038472161990645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114038472161990645' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114038472161990645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114038472161990645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/sad-story.html' title='Sad Story'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-114003832307899714</id><published>2006-02-15T22:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:18:43.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hangin`</title><content type='html'>I wannaa live in Japan! i dunno why.. but since last night this has been my fantasy ;p (more like Final Fantasy ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my flu turned out to be pneumonia, i couldnt think of anything to write.. cuz shakla the pneumonia bacteria colonized my brain as well!! plus i feel that ive lost my memory! i always had good memory bs for the last couple of days i became seriously "imkharfa".. 3ady ba3ad mareetha shasaweeeeee :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. yesterday after coming home from wrok.. i entered my room.. and SURPRISE SURPRISE!! mom decided to change the entire setting of my bedroom!! i mean she always does change decoration ghurafna.. bs since i was sick i though i lost my mind for good this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to accept the fact that it still was my bedroom! bs no use! the bed is not where it was supposed to be, neither was the tasre7a, tables,bookshelves and charis!! the only things mom couldnt change were the closets cuz they were built-in ;p bs i know if she could break them  out off the wall and move them she would have no problem believe me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i was too sick to over think this change.. and accepted the fact that i was hallucinating ;p fa nimt min elta3ab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up.. i found out that my parents makhthen ley maw3ed 3nd doctor amrath jehaz tanafusy "respirologist" who happens to be my cousins uncle and a previous lecturer ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went there with mom who was on my case all the time.. she was telling me that am careless cuz i did not bring my medications to show them to the doctor.. i told her i know wut im taking and i can tell him about them easily.. she was like "enty sh3arefich sheno ga3da takhthen?!!!" ow eb galby agol "o ana madre lesh ga3da adres ow ata3ib galby dam my parents dont believe that i do go to skool to gain knowledge!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go into the doctors office.. and ofcourse mom lazim edish ;p.. he started asking me the normal Qs and stuff about allregy and asthma and what not.. and mom was like ee doctor jiji eats ice cream all the time thats why she has pneumonia! i was like "laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa moooooooooooooooom!!!" the doctor laughed.. knwoing my mom he wasnt surprised from what she said ;p.. ashwa barrad galby ow gal laha a9lan mako 3alaqa ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mom asks him.. "shlonha biljam3a? sha6ra?" ana bs bagheeet ante7er cuz mom 3awerat galby ;p.. and she knows this doctor only gave us a couple of lectures and that was about it! i dunno why she asked him this Q!! she made me feel like a skool kid ;p bs ashwa the doctor explained to her that he only taught us a couple of times and it wont be fair for me if he judged me ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor was happy that i knew what he was talkin about since he was the one who taught us about repiratory disorders ;p ( ya enty ya jiji ;p) so he started asking me about my disease! he asked me about causes, treatment and what to do in relapse!!!! he even made me explain my lung x-rays and made me diagnose myself!! at this point i was literally pulling out my eye lashes!!!! bs maskeen he was saying "c`mon i taught u guys this u shouldnt have forgotten it yet! ow ana eb galby "yeah right!!!".. bs ashwa i answered all his question right ;p final diagnosis was &lt;em&gt;atypical pneumonia&lt;/em&gt;.. 7asby allah ow ni3m elwakeeel :(.. bs ashwa 6amany ina mako shay inshalla and i just had to continue my antibiotic course and do a new x-ray for my chest after 10 days then see him after those 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.. am still scared :( this disease  is quite serious! inshalla i will recover from it and ill be back to my normal life; since all i do these days is cough and lay in bed ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Mom i loveeeeeeeeeeeee you walllaaaa sorry for te7el6imin 3aleech bs am sick bare with me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-114003832307899714?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/114003832307899714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=114003832307899714' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114003832307899714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/114003832307899714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-hangin.html' title='Still hangin`'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113994849988833671</id><published>2006-02-14T23:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:35:40.783+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanu on the Road</title><content type='html'>ok so the road stories never end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going to my dawam this morning I get a big bus trying to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squash&lt;/span&gt; me?..whats the matter with buses and crazy drivers?..I am sure non of those bus drivers have 'insight' that they are actually driving a BIG vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so the story goes the other way around...I'm going out of my dawam at the hospital driving my car happily and suddenly a man standing on the pavement decides to cross the road the moment I come flying past him!!! Fortunately for him (or me) he only took a step onto the road, otherwise he would have been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squash&lt;/span&gt;ed flat on the street. Is he crazy?! I don't know, I mean the Psychiatric Hospital was close by. What would have happened to me if I'd &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squash&lt;/span&gt;ed him?! My god that was scary...... but the funny thing is: I was the one who just came out of the psychiatric Hospital ... lol (...hey, don't get any ideas I work there these days.. but I'm changing my hospital site soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to spice things up on the way close to my home I almost drove on a dead cat! Now here I let out a scream.... imagine dead cat remains on my beautiful car's wheels??...I would never do that to my beloved car especially on Valentine's day. And of course I won't forget being sorry for the poor cat who would not only be dead, but also &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squash&lt;/span&gt;ed with its remains all over the fourth ring road . . .Yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of the day: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SQUASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive safely my fellow bloggers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113994849988833671?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113994849988833671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113994849988833671' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113994849988833671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113994849988833671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/nanu-on-road.html' title='Nanu on the Road'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-113977347579442071</id><published>2006-02-12T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:33:48.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a Mushroom!!! Or am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today me and the bugs in my lungs celebrate our 2nd week anniversary together :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WoOoOoOoOoO0OHHHoOoOoOoOoOoOo!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for more days to come in the company of my favourite germs.. my lung germs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flu made me go waaackoooo!! ive lost it! no brain! jiji not jiji anymore! i dunno how long this flu will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my nose has stopped running.. and its not stuffed anymore ;p .... &lt;strong&gt;BUT....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the major problem is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;COUGHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Over the past few days ive coughed up some bits and pieces of my lungs, heart, stomach, intestine, liver.. and am pretty sure some of my brain meningis (y3ny la a6la3 chathaba ;p) I cant stand it anymore..!! now all i do is cough! cant talk.. i cough.. cant eat.. i cough.. cant sleep.. i cough.. cant write a good post.. i cough... you see, its a vicious cycle!! its either i cough or i`ll die!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are starting to avoid sitting next to me in class so that i dont "infect them"!! to them am just a walking jarthoma!! all they say is (khalech b3ed la ejarthemena!!) walla i feel like eljamra elkhabeetha "&lt;em&gt;Anthrax" :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil brother wont let me be!! whenever i cough (which is all the time) he keeps blowing me off with a small portable fan!!! and keeps saying ( go spread ur germs elsewhere u mushroom!) allllllaaaah yaaaa idenya!! al7en anaaa!! jijiiiii... jeeeejz 9ert bil akhra mushrooma?!!! wala zeman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i thought about wut he said.. i suddenly switched from the coughing mode to the laughing mode ;p i imagined myself being a human sized walking mushroom that keeps germinating wherever it found people so it could infect them ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6597/2186/320/mushroom-creation.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;Remember those Nintendo days?! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113977347579442071?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113977347579442071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113977347579442071' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113977347579442071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113977347579442071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-not-mushroom-or-am-i.html' title='I am not a Mushroom!!! Or am I?'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113975802890000435</id><published>2006-02-12T18:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:27:08.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Q8</title><content type='html'>ok..so I'm too sleepy after a tiresome loooong day and I go to bed at around 7 or 8 or lets say 9.  If this happens I become really worried because I know what is going to happen.  First I'll get ready for bed and a6anish half my b4-going-2-bed rituals.  Then once comfortably in my bed, under my covers, feeling very warm and extremely comfortable it starts.  I get back my energy full time in less than an hour's time.  I try to fight that urge to get up again.  I mean I already am in bed, get on with it and sleeeep!!  (maybe I feel guilty for the ditching of the rituals part...don't even ask what my silly rituals are cuz most of them fade off with time and I develop new ones :P)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so I stay until there is no more sleepiness in my that I can no longer stand staying in bed in a dark room.  It only makes me angrier at myself for not being able to SIMPLY sleep. Bare in mind by the time I get my full energy back it would be past my "usual" bedtime, which only makes things even worse and me even more angry at why I can't become a normal person!! (il7imdilla 3ala kil 7aal, some ppl don't sleep at all...I know)&lt;br /&gt;Soo what to do???...I get this condition quit frequently.  It may get better or worse depending on the time of year..(not really, I havn't figured out the pattern yet :s).  First I try to think of someone who is awake.  I can either call or sms.  Many times its just 'tisili6' that everyone decides to sleep early that day or something.  Second choice: log on the internet.  Third choice:  watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;or Fourth choice: do all 1st 3 choices ;)&lt;br /&gt;...eventually I go to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113975802890000435?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113975802890000435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113975802890000435' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113975802890000435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113975802890000435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/sleepless-in-q8.html' title='Sleepless in Q8'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-113967519822724759</id><published>2006-02-11T19:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:26:38.240+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiji on the road</title><content type='html'>Are drivers in Q8 crazy or is it just me? am not going to whine about the daily havoc of traffic! am talking about accidents!! Especially those happening to ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean why do accidents always happen to me? and the majority of accidents that happen to me are quite funny ;p 3adi Jiji ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like akher 7adeth 9ar ley! kan qimmaat elma9khara! i was stuck in the middle of the morning traffic.. i was in the middle lane.. it wasnt moving at all.. so was the left lane.. while the right lane was (although slowly) moving.. so this " white TOYOTA waneet" (the kind used to move sheep and other living things) which was next to me in the left lane decides to (la7thaaaw!!) get infront of me by kicking me off the road!!! he hit me so he could cross me and take on the right lane! once he was in the right lane.. khala9 he was gone!! i was there!! helloooooo!!! last time i checked i was in a real car! not an imaginary one! did he stop? NO! why should he! to him i was just a small insignificant pebble on the road! 7emdilla nothing happened to me! but my door was dented :( not a small dent.. it was a big one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he hit me and ran i couldnt drive! i put the car on "P" and just stayed there ma9doma min elly 9ar! and everyone in the street passed me by giving me a ( 6al3o elmaskena shlon da3amha ow en7ash) look ;p&lt;br /&gt; y3ny 6al3a mn elbeit ow killy sa3ada ow talyat`ha I get into this STUPD accident! allah yertha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think driving licences should not be given to waneet drivers PERIOD! OR those white waneets must be banned for good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113967519822724759?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113967519822724759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113967519822724759' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113967519822724759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113967519822724759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/jiji-on-road.html' title='Jiji on the road'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113951405569200550</id><published>2006-02-09T22:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:40:55.706+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The use of SMS</title><content type='html'>It is well known that sms is short for short message service.  This means that it was created for short messages.  You can think of it as a kind of evolution in the world of letters.  It can probably be considered more advanced that e-mail because, technically, it is easier to access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it can be very usefull in eliminating useless conversations if you have something else important to do.  At other times, it saves time by sending the same sms to a group of people instead of having to talk to each person individually.  It is a great way to contact friends and family who live abroad, or those who are out of the country in general (supposedly cheaper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when you use it normally.  It can get out of hand sometimes when the message replies never end!  This is funny stuff most of the time that goes on forever.  It can also be difficult if you have a really long message to deliver.  You know you're at this stage when you start sending 3 sms's for 1.  In this condition it might be best to make the call and risk the extra talking :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering what got me thinking of all that?  I got a really short email of one sentence which I thought was weird to be sent as an e-mail.   It should have been an sms :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113951405569200550?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113951405569200550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113951405569200550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113951405569200550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113951405569200550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/use-of-sms.html' title='The use of SMS'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-113948427862826700</id><published>2006-02-09T14:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:24:38.640+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FLU!</title><content type='html'>Its been 3 months now. C`mon awful flu leave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulllleeeeezzeee i beg u to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks ago i was at tip top shape! nuthin wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just b4 skool i got the damn flu again.. which was exacerbated after my 1st day working in the hospital :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant sleep.. i feel like chocking when i put my head on my pillow ( ooh which reminds me i love the movie pillow talk! a CLASSIC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is running like a RIVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat is stuffed with all sorts of swamp creatures this time.. not only a frog: a LOT of frogs, crocodiles, snakes, ducks, birds (wut the..!!! birds?!)  and even leeches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe in taking drugs to cure a cold or a flu! i only drink herbal teas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why am not getting better! its the damn flu shot i got on November!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i get better.. i dont think i`ll b able to write more about my life.. cuz now.. my life is nothing but FLUEEY!!.. *sneeze* :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113948427862826700?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113948427862826700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113948427862826700' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113948427862826700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113948427862826700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/flu.html' title='FLU!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113930856934959008</id><published>2006-02-07T13:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:36:09.366+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet everybody, I am everybody!</title><content type='html'>first the story that sparked the (7arraaaa) in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at the hospital I forgot some papers on the reception desk.. so this morning I went to take them.. as I was leaving a nurse (b3ada ma yabela"fiiiillllliiiiippppppiiinnnnaaa") was shocked to see me!! madree 3abalha shayfa yenny or something!! chan tgoley "wow u LooQ transpormed!" I smiled at her and walked away.. all of a sudden she was infront of me telling me how I white I look now and that my face is alot brighter than before! "really?!" I said.  cuz we only met yesterday!! how would i 'transform' 3ala golat`ha bayn laila wa tho7aha ;p ?? anyway I took that as a compliment, thanked her and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of hours later, I saw one of the doctors who attended yesterdays rounds with us.. she was like "ENTY?!!" I looked around me ib kil ru3b ow thu3r! chan agolaha "lesh shfench Dr?", she said " nurse [PaQTeRia]&lt;- madre shesemha ;p, anyway said that she sawDr.X;  a doctor who used to work with them in that same ward, but left to finish up her degree up in Canada" .. elnurse emkamla 3aleha ow gayla 7ag elDr ina she`s more beautiful now, thinner and even her complexion is lighter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idektora tgol ana estaghrabt! cuz Dr.X is a friend of mine, and i`ll know if she were back in Q8! bs no way she leaves Canada!! cuz she just went there ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maskena elDr galat ley ana madre lesh I felt she was dreaming or maybe hallucinating ;p .. anyway.. elDr gamat e6ali3ny.. e6ali3ny.. e6ali3ny.. and I was thinking to myself "NO, DONT TELL ME I LOOK LIKE HER!!!!!!!!" unfortunately... SHE TOLD ME I LOOKED LIKE the Canada Dr!!!! bs ag9ar, ath3af, ow afta7!!! y3ny ib ikhte9ar she looked nothing like me bs sub7an allah I look like her ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral behind this story is: am afraid that one day I might wake up with an earased face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think I look like someone they know!! everytime I see people ma3arefhom, the first thing they tell me would HAVE to be "ambeeeh 7addich teshbehen flana! I thought u were her" mo bs in Q8 with Q80.. 3ady barra Q8 ow mo q80s ygoloon ley BITHAB6 nafs elshay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even mom!!!!!!! y3ny c`mon!!! MOM!!!!  once she and dad were out.. when they came home mom asked me: "enty muta radaity?" which is weird, cuz when they left I was home, and I didnt leave the house!.. I told her I didnt leave in the first place to get back home! she looked at me ow eb 3ainha sharaaaar.. and said "NO!! SAW U!! u were wearing [wuteva and wuteva]" miney ana in9edamt!! cuz I actually own similar clothes! ga3adna ana weyaha saaa3a yallla istantajna that I resemble the entire female gender in the world! cuz  we both heard comment on me looking like everyone.. so this was the best answer to mom`s (still) freaky situation ;p&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;those arent the only times awkwardness like this had happened.. even I once saw my double ;p in the dentist ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if u miss someone just come and see me.. RESULTS are 100% guaranteed ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113930856934959008?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113930856934959008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113930856934959008' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113930856934959008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113930856934959008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/meet-everybody-i-am-everybody.html' title='Meet everybody, I am everybody!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113926133462819752</id><published>2006-02-07T00:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:28:54.640+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrowing Tunes</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to my dawam this morning listening to 95.7.  They had an english/spanish song on with the same music as amr diab's &lt;em&gt;tamaly ma3aak&lt;/em&gt;!!  I started singing tamaly ma3ak to make sure the words fit the music and they did that so perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;Now, the funny thing is that there is also a hindi song with the same music.  At the end of that hindi song, the artist (who sounds very hindi) sings part of &lt;em&gt;tamaly ma3ak&lt;/em&gt;.  I thought that was a nice gesture where he shows that this song was not truelly his, but that he had "borrowed" the music from this &lt;em&gt;arabic&lt;/em&gt; song.  (I don't know if you guys know that many hindi songs use music from songs that were already hits over here.  Examples include:  &lt;em&gt;a7ibak laih&lt;/em&gt; by abdulmajeed and &lt;em&gt;3a6shana irweeni&lt;/em&gt; by najwa karam)  This is not to mention the international hits they also use for "help".&lt;br /&gt;So, do you see what happened here?  The tune was "borrowed" twice with reference to the second borrowing and none whatsoever to the original english/spanish song (that is if it was the original one???)&lt;br /&gt;...Look out for any more "borrowed" tunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113926133462819752?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113926133462819752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113926133462819752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113926133462819752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113926133462819752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/borrowing-tunes.html' title='Borrowing Tunes'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-113914927373255520</id><published>2006-02-05T16:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T17:21:13.743+03:00</updated><title type='text'>6b3an cuz am the biggest GuBBiSSa ever!</title><content type='html'>:~~~~~~~( &lt;-- bu7ayra ghazeeeera min dumooo3y AL-La MuTaNaHeYa :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6b3an am jiji!!! how can one thing i do 7ata law kan tharooory ow 7ayat aw moot ymur bedon tugubis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up earlier than the garbage collectors this morning!! we9alt elclinic at 7!! 7.03 dekhalt 3ala elmomareth.. i was #001 patient in the clinic this morning!!!!!! i did all the eye check ups and tests and allllll the loooya and zambale6a.. only to find innna.. well... the doctor who was in charge of operating on me was "IMSAFER"!!! 3an bo darkom intaw ya ilsekertarya elfashlaa!! mat3arfon edigon 3al mareth tgolon lah eldoc imsafer!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ba666aaaaaw chabdy!!! bs ashwa.. all my results are with the nurse in charge of the docs clinic.. ow inshalla bs yerja3 nshoof sheno yseer :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bs i hope he comes back ASAP cuz malaaaait wana bs albes those awful glasses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bs even though it was a total waste of time.. well not total waste.. 3al aqal i skipped one working day from the stupid medical placement with the booooooorind dull doctor ;p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hospital had some funny sign telling ppl to consider others patients health and stuff like that.. so there was a sign maktob 3aleha in English.. (preserve your cough!!!) tarjama in arabic was ( e7jeb su3alak!!!!) they were both stupidly hilarious!!!! i mean shaaaakoooo shaaaaaaaaaakooooooo hal jomal bilma3na elmaqsod.. which they could`ve addressed quite easily by just simply saying [cover your face while coughing  or sneezing: gha6y wajhak athna2 al-su3al aw el3a6s] bs!!! as simple as that!!! doesnt need brain surgery to figure that out!!! wala bs fal7en ewathfon translators who ARE lost in translation themselves??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plusssss... i saw m7amad elmansooor and mansooor elmansooor!!! i was soooo happppy i saw them :) i love them!!! min elwanasa kint bagom arkith ow asallim bs by the time i got over my 7amaaas ;p they were gone..atmana elshefa2 el3ajil ila elfannan elma7bob mansoor elmansooor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad came back.. they knew about the whole "no operation for jiji thing" kan elwath3 6be3y.. ba3ad yadron 3an bent`hom wayed ma7thootha ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aham shay didnt forget the nareel cookies ;p i loooooove them ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. ow bs i went to class :&lt; and i had to tell my story almost 20 times to 20 madre 50 different ppl about why i didnt do the lasek thingy ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alllaaah kareem... kheera inshalla..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113914927373255520?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113914927373255520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113914927373255520' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113914927373255520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113914927373255520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/6b3an-cuz-am-biggest-gubbissa-ever.html' title='6b3an cuz am the biggest GuBBiSSa ever!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113908544874308894</id><published>2006-02-04T23:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:37:28.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>khu6ab 1/2 kum</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or are the guys who come to ask for your hand in marriage are being more and more and more ridiculous and shallow than they will ever be?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am talking about arranged marriages.. the kind we will all end up in ;p well.. atleast for me.. cuz i dont believe in love b4 marriage.. karbota marbota..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always dreaded my height.. and wished if i could grow 4 or 5 more cms.. 3ashan aseer 6ool models ;p.. bs ekteshaft ina 6oly min asbab el3unosa ;p ur askin why?!?! well i`ll tell u why!!&lt;br /&gt;a couple of weeks ago, some woman called mom ow kanat taby takh6ubny 7ag elma7roos walad`ha.. madre mino gayel laha 3aney.. ow mom madre lesh mistansa 3ala mawtho3 zawajy.. although imwath7at`ha laha 100% ina after the last khu6oba incidence maby atzawaj any time soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elmohim mom khathat ma3lomat min elmara ow chethy.. the woman asked mom so2al kan yemkin ykoon ghareb bil mathy.. bs these days so2al 3ady tes2ela ay wa7da takh6eb 7ag walad`ha.. since this 7ajeya mo shayfatny she asked mom: "ee cham 6ool bnaytich el-amooora jiji?!" chan ejawebha mom "xcm, bs lesh?"(((&lt;strong&gt;3ala fikra mom 3ndaha eny 7ady short&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;;p&lt;/strong&gt;)))  chan tred elmara "weeeeh agsar min weldy bs 2 cms" chan tasket mom.. elmohim galat elmara 7ag mom ana a36ekom wagt tfakron ow ana ared adeg 3alaich..&lt;br /&gt;ba3ad cham youm dagat nafs elmara 3ala omey ow s2alat`ha.. "haa shgalat jiji ow shraykom?" chan mom tgol laha "wala entaw b3ad 3an 3aylatna ow man3arfkom zian.. ow ham taw elnass 3ala jiji ow ehya emfakra tkamil derasa ba3ad eltakharuj ow chethy..." chan elmara elghabeya tgol 7ag mom: "eeeh.. allah ywafeg`ha inshalla.. bs 3ad t9adgen ana kalamt weldy 3ala jiji ow gelt lah elma3lomat elly akhatht`ha minich bs galey la yumma shakilha 6weela 3alay!!!" shtabeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!! khalas sekty!!! gelna lekom manaby shako tsawon ro7kon intaw ham matabon!!!! i know am not supposed to care bs Qharatny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom saddat eltelefone ow ehya mayta min elthi7ek.. ow tgol 6a3 el-awadem shlon 9ayreen.. allah yer7am ayamna ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another story happened to a friend of mine.. where the situation was more into deep ;p.. elmazyon ow his family came to visit my friend`s family 3ashan yet3arefon 3alehom.. ow 6b3an ba3d elzeyara yser fi itefaq 3ala mukalama min 6araf om elwalad tes2al om elbent.. elly 9ar ib hal moqabala.. inna rfeejty shafat elwalad 7adda maghror ow no3a MaGHKaT ow safrat ow ma6a3im.. ow ana ma albis wala atsawag mn q8.. etc fa bilmukhtasar elmufeed.. she hated this guys` guts ;p.. fa lama om elwalad dagat 3ala omha.. om elwalad galat 7ag om rfeejty: "ee weldy ygool 3an bentich 7ilwa ow 3aleha khoosh akhlaq ow wayed thouq.. bs ma 3jebta cuz wayed th3eefa!!" ok!!! wait.. my friend is not a walking skeleton!! mashalla her body is PeRFeCT!!! ya3ny ya ima ina ehwa 7awal ya 7awal!! y3ny illa be6alli3 3aib bil-ademeya ma liga gher hal 3aib!?! elmishkila ina ehwa elma3yob! allahoma la shamata ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 3rd story regarding nafs elmawtho3 happened to my cousin.. this cousin is a med student.. y3ny mashalla her degree ma7ad enafes`ha 3aleha illa PhDs ow ashya2 chethy kibeera ;p (3ashat my cousin aywaa ya aywaa aywaa ya aywaa) .. by the way.. thats the same cousin who thinks ma3endaha white blood cells, ow ham nafs`ha the previously proud owner of sharshabel ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. this cousin 7a6a eb bala`ha ( o min 7ag`ha akeed) inha ma tetzawaj wa7ed beneath her educational status!! bs maskena most of the guys elly yakh6ebonha are guys mitkharjen mn dawra! aw ma3had ta6beqy aw firemen!! ok i really do not.. and i stress DO NOT have anything against those guys.. bs c`mon! get real!! u think a doctor will accept you?! i know you studied ow worked hard.. bs never never look up to girls who have a bigger degree than yours.. not only its the shahada.. bs normally girls are smarter than guys.. fa please.. next time.. save yourselves the trouble ;p&lt;br /&gt;again.. no offence ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. shisalfa?? did it only happen to us? or did it happen to you as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113908544874308894?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113908544874308894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113908544874308894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113908544874308894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113908544874308894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/khu6ab-12-kum.html' title='khu6ab 1/2 kum'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113907173783604315</id><published>2006-02-04T19:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:48:57.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitals :&lt;</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... although my operation is being done in an outpatient clinic bs its within a hospital setting.. and my last hospital addmission was NOT so pleasent :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember what had happened that day like it was yesterday.. Friday: september 16th.2005!! time: 8am.. I woke up feeling a strange pain in my stomach!! my abdomen was too hard!! upom knocking i heard what sounded like a brick inside my tummy :&lt; and when i looked in the mirror i looked like a pregnant lady in her 2nd trimester!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wentback to bed.. but i couldnt sleep.. i couldnt stay still in one position without screaming from pain! faj2a.. ra7 kil shay.. so i went down stairs to have my breakfast, which was a chocolate fudge cheese cake nafs malat lorenzo yet better cuz home made ;p saaay7a imsaye7a bil microowave ;p (yuuMmmY abey!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ad bs akalt a small piece mo wayed.. then i took the papers to read them bil9ala.. my mom and dad were already up by that time.. bs ham i couldnt sit without feeling thet horrible pain!! so i told my dad ina am goin to mustawsef cuz ba6ny y3awerny.. he was like no lesh enty bs erta7y ow tseren zaina.. mom on the other hand was like"ee min elbal3 elly bala3teh ams ow ba3ad metrayga cake kakaw"!!! bs i told them i felt the pain while sleepin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marra wa7da yany 3awar shagagy elly 9arakht chan oboy egoley gomy libsay khal awadech el-amiri.. so i put on a pair of loose waisted jeans and a t-shirt ow foog`hom jacket jeans.. anyway.. we9alna el6abeb to 7awadeth ba6eneya.. ashwa the doctor on call was a female.. ba3ad ma faQi9at karshety ow asked me ween y3awrech, she suspected that i might have elzayda!! ow lazim t7awelny 7awadeth eljira7a!! ana ow dad were shocked bs ok 3adii since we were in the hospital it was all goin to get better soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a # and waited for the 7awadeth eljira7a dr 3ashan adesh.. 6b3an we waited 20 mins which seemed like an eternity cuz of the pain.. my dad saw me starting to have the (am almost goin to cry face) and told me imshy khal nro7 dar elshefa aw hadi a7san mn elna6ra.. i told no way amshy le elsayara ow adesh 3ala more docs.. dam i7na hney khalas bs i`ll wait.. we finally got in.. the doctor the was a  male bs shasawey.. Free Q8.. bs ashwa kan ma9ry ow shayeb.. after more tifiQi9 he said we need x-rays and ta7alel and that i had to stay ta7t elmula7atha! the whole thing was shocking since i`ve never been in such situation b4.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went for x-rays i wore the biggest scrub (madre lesh i think i liked it cuz kan orange ;p) and the person in charge of the x-ray machine was a filipena ;p she asked normal Qs about health and what not.. then she asked me if i were married i said "NO" then she asked me if i were pregnant?!!!! i said "NOOO AM NOT MARRIED" she laughed and said but its OQAY HABEBTY MAYBE U HUP BABY NO HUSBAAAAND!!!" bagheet agoom min elplatform elly nayma 3aleh ow aQTELha.. bs i couldnt.. too sick to move a muscle ;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the x-ray and went to ghurfat elmula7atha to get blood tests and for the 1st time in my life (urine test)!! the nurse handed me a jar and told me fill this! i looked at dad and gave him a "huh!!" look!! he said 3ady elly tgdreen 3aleeh.. i went to the bathroom laughing not knowing how to fill the thing.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;anyway i gave the nurse the sample and told her see bs thats what i could get dont ask for more.. she was a kind lady and laughed and said no problem.. just come with me, sleep on this bed so i can take some blood then u can rest till all tests are out.. my dad imsadeq 3omra ina 3adi yeg3ad ma3ay on the bed since kila imgha6a ib satayer.. bs zafeta elnurse ow galat lah no its the ladys observation area, u sir would have to wait outside u cant come in!! maskeen kisar kha6ry.. chan enadeeny min wara elsatayer ow galey dont worry ana adeq 3ala mom ow ehya tyee teg3ad ma3ach.. i said ok.. then ra7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i lied down on the bed.. the sister took blood samples ( this one was a nice nurse nanu, unlike nurse OBASETY) then she went and told me she will b back to take my vital signs and put me on an i.v pain killer with drip.. 3ala ma ra7at ow yat wella i was bursting into tears!! inzain laish!?!?! madree!! perhaps it the hospital bed.. lol maybe it exaggerated my senstivity ;p (so dramatic) fa bs maskena gamat t`hadeny ow tgoley kalam min 6agat ur a big girl and there is nothing to worry about.. finally i calmed down as the pain killer was streaing down my circulation ;p i felt a bit rested.. the pain was less than it used to be.. the woman in the bed next to mine was screaming, coughing ow e6ali3 a9wat chena roo7ha ib te6la3 mn jesemha!! ow kint asma3 eldekatra egolon epitrachial tube ow madre sheno ow 3afsa.. kan khab9a yammy (bs i was in La La land) ba3d fatra ikteshafna min my cousin elly yeshteghel bil amiri ina this woman was the aids and t.b case they found in Q8.. and i was just sleeping next to her unprotected!! y3ny sheno kan ra7 ekon wath3y law kan 7ayeshny her bloooooood!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elmohim, mom came and started te7el6iming 3ala the screaming woman (aids woman) and asked doctors to move her away from her daughter ;p (ib kefha mama ;p)&lt;br /&gt;then ba3ad sa3a the doctor came with the results and told me inna all i had was a intefakh bilQolon due to something i ate in the previous night ow bs he said ina i was able to leave shar6 inny bs ashrab sawa2el ow i rest in bed for the remaining of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bs since we are q80s livin in q8.. mom makhalat hal hospital admission tmur muror elkeram min gher ma t3allim kil el3ayla! she called all my cousins elly yeshtaghlon bil amiri ow kil my cousins elly their friends yeshtaghlon bil amiri to come check on me.. appearantly, my cousins friend was the head of surgery in amiri who happened to be on-call that day ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while i was resting in my bed getting ready to leave.. i hear my name 3nd elnurses! "yeah dr.khalid is comin to see jiji, hes probably a relative of hers, and maybe also dr.abdulla!!" i was like "whaaaaaaaaaaaa?!?!?!" wala faj2a yefta7 3alay elsetara doctor q80 (min no3 in his early 30`s) ow ma3ah wa7ed tawa mitkharej mn jam3atna ow i used to see him everyday for the past 3 or 4 yrs!!!!! bala3t ghasety ow en6amait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked "enty jiji?" chan mom tgol "ee" chan egool "ee hatha enty bent khalat dr.b? 3aad emwa9eeny 3alaich!!" wana eb galby "inzain shasawey y3ny arge9 lik?!!" chan egol 7ag mom ana "dr.khalid ow hatha dr.sulaiman" elmohim mom ra7ebat ow chethy.. chan yes2alny ween adres ow cham 3omre.. chan etyee elnurse ow terfa3 my t-shirt all the way up ow tnazil my jeans all the way down!!! chan tgolah mom shesalfa ow sheno gal eldoctor.. chan egom ow egol 7ag el ly kan ma3ana biljam3a.. "yalla dr.sulaiman.. give her a physical" i was like "NOOOOOO KARaaammty,,PRISTEEEJY" elmohim they both had their fair share of tafQe9ing my stomach ;p since my pants were down toooooooo low, dr.khalid was examining me in that low area ;p wala faj2a he screamed! hatha sheno?!! chan agom wa3alaya 3ala 7ely ow ashoof sheno kan y2ashir 3aleh ow maskena mom ekhtar3at.. wala elghaby lagey la chicken pox scar ow imneshin 3aleha.. chan agola bushnetir, lesh? chan erid "eeeh ashwa 3abaly khya6 3amaleya"!!!! 3al 3umom, akher shay  gal lena la bs hatha nafs ma gal eldoctor elly imsa3 bs intefakh mo izayda 7emdilla ow bs yemkin ykon el intefakh raje3 7ag virus so i haffta b careful itha yany 3awar araji3`hom again khelal 8 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he prescribed me suppositories!!!! i was like no maby! chan egol la maykhalif ana ba7e6hom lich!! chan agol la la laaaaaaaaaaaa khalas ana a7e6hom broo7y chan egol la ana a7e6 lich!! (shyabyyyy!! allah y3een ow ehwa my cousins friend! lo ma y3arfna sheno kan sawa?!) chan y7es ina sij sar de3la ow galey khalas the nurse will do it.. ow bs madre sheno gal 7ag mom ow 6la3aw all 3 of them (mom, dr.sulaiman and dr.perv) 3ala ma elnurse invaded my privacy :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back home feeling better.. slept till the next morning.. and i woke up feeling better 7emdilla.. bs sij sij sij kan yoom la yunsa ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113907173783604315?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113907173783604315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113907173783604315' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113907173783604315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113907173783604315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/hospitals.html' title='Hospitals :&lt;'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113905323931289272</id><published>2006-02-04T14:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:40:39.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharshabel ow Sanfoora</title><content type='html'>Back.. feeling better ;).. much BETTER ;p&lt;br /&gt;The old cartoons bit reminded me of elshanakil ow elsanafer (smurfs in english and shlumfe in dutch ;p) and sanafer reminded me of a funny story ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle has a habit of buying used cars from family members whenever they think of getting rid of their old cars to buy new ones.. since he is a mechanical engineer.. and worked for sharkat elmowasalt and in garagat mercedes (spelling 3ala thamanat my bro ;p) fa he knows his way around cars and he can make an old one brand new, engine wise and stuff like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time my cousin turned 18, she had already graduated from high school and her dad kan tawa shary a 91  navy blue volvo from my other cousin.. he fixed it ow kanat an OK car, or so we were led to believe ;p..  anyway.. since it was summer and i used to sleep over my cousin`s all summer long ;p and she just had her driver`s permit.. we were allowed to go out in that car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time we went out in that car.. as my cousin (as a new driver ;p) was fixing the seat and the side mirrors and the rear view mirror.. i opened the head mirror.. only to be surprised by a pile of wires attacking my face ;p and the best part was that there was no mirroooooorr!!!&lt;br /&gt;elmohim.. 6ala3na mn garage bet`hom.. ow 6ala3na 3ala elshare3 elra2esy.. lil asaf elsayara kanat 7ad`ha imkarbena elly law endoos feha 200 makanat tamshy asra3 mn 60 :p&lt;br /&gt;fa we7na on the way 9adafna weld yeran bet khaly who had a cool yellow sports car (tara e7na khosh banat bs the car was cool sij) he drove ib salasa wa rashaQa while we were struggling with that piece of junk ;p.. marra wa7da our car started making weird noises.. wala nshoof nafsna 6ayreeen ow el3addad we9al 120 ;p ow the sports car thought ena we were trying to show off aw ina net7arash feh ;p chan ya36ena bo VOo0o VVOOoOo VOVOOOOOOOOOOM!!! 6b3an aked subagna baa3ad ma yabela ;p.. min yoomha we7na nsamy hal sayara sharshabel ;p kanat tetfachach 3alena while driving.. ow te6la3 minha a9wat shane3a ;p loool la ow mara kina madre ween ray7en.. my cousin yaya tasfe6 wala ted3am ib da3ameyat elsharshabel elring mal tire range ;p.. 6b3an nothing happened to sharshabel.. bs the range`s ring had a dark black smudge madree shalkha madre kasra ;p we totally freaked out.. and didnt know wut to do.. so instead of going to the place we wanted to go to.. we ended up waiting for the car owner to show up so we can discuss damages ;p we waited.. and waited... and waited.. bs no one showed up.. so we left a a sorry note with my uncles`s #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had so many adventures in sharshabel ;p yama ow yama kanat tengeful 3alena ow nen7ebis dakhelha.. and i cant even remember the number of times where it refused to start ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months after cruising around Q8 in sharshabel.. my cousin got a new car.. by chance.. it was blue!!! as blue as a sanfoor ;p hence came the name sanfoora ;p.. cuz it represented everything sharshabel was lacking ;p&lt;br /&gt;kil ma ne6la3 eb sanfoora we have memories of sharshabel :p i dunno wut my uncle did with it ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113905323931289272?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113905323931289272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113905323931289272' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113905323931289272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113905323931289272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/sharshabel-ow-sanfoora.html' title='Sharshabel ow Sanfoora'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113904624932393831</id><published>2006-02-04T12:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:44:09.330+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3amaleya</title><content type='html'>I can not stop thinking about the operation am having tomorrow.. I know its just lasek.. bs madree khayfaa.. i hate anything related to eyes.. it kinda grosses me out.. inshalla the whole thing goes smoothly ow min gher complications..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing on my mind now is "when will I be able to wear eye make up again? ;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if ill be able to post after surgery!! what if am not supposed to look at tv and computer monitors!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. thats it for me now.. am just too worried to think of more stuff to freak out about ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113904624932393831?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113904624932393831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113904624932393831' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113904624932393831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113904624932393831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/3amaleya.html' title='3amaleya'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113903958339340517</id><published>2006-02-04T10:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T10:53:03.403+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past</title><content type='html'>Jiji's post got me thinking about my childhood.  This is just a list of words that remind me of it . . see if you can relate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hungry Bunny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The jungle book &amp; Bambi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huda 7sain's plays: LAYLA WA ALTHEEEB!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casio's My magic diary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diaries in general (where we had to get other people to write our entries for us :p)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ice skating rink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoom ilba7aar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those sneakers that had lights going on and off as you walked in them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Captain Majed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Majed (the magazine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting for KTV 2 to start in the afternoon.. (now that makes mee seem really old, but a time like that was not that far away)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendship bracelets (those are back!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing video games on a keyboard where you stick your tape in: 9akhar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Later on: Sega!!.. especially Sonic the hedgehog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then came: Nintendo 64..... I loved Mario 64&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remember Game gear??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pogs: used to be a big craze at school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;archies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G-shock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113903958339340517?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113903958339340517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113903958339340517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113903958339340517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113903958339340517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From the Past'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113901096095766494</id><published>2006-02-04T02:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T02:56:00.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Child prodigy</title><content type='html'>Since my last post made dwell on my long lost gift :&lt; which was playing piano and key board.. My parents told me I started playing too young.. probably around 3..&lt;br /&gt;There was a piano in my grand parents house.. it was right infront of you when you enetered the 9ala.. there were no babyat there except for me, so it was safe having that piano bil9ala:P , since all the other kids were 7 and over ;p my mom told me that I used to love sitting on the piano stool and hit the keys.. but she said she heard what I used to play and it was similar to songs or something close to real music.. and since I was their first born and still had no bros and sisters (no3 my parents mistansen iny 6efl elmu3jeza) my mom kanat wayed mehtama eb mawtho3 enny I play on that piano every time we were in my grand parents house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama sert eb 3omr ilrawtha.. there was this thing where they ask you if you liked to play music and they do try outs.. I made it.. and I was chosen to play the piano.. not the key board.. THE BIG PIANO in the music classroom ;p I think wagt`ha my parents 7ad`hom iftakhraw feny.. so they went all out and bought me a piano!! its was amazing! it was black and shiny :) I played it all the time :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. I continued being in the skool music club.. and I was the best if I may say cuz the teacher was always like "kids!! listen to jiji and look at jiji" (hey nanu, maybe thats why they made me eat dirt:p) and other kids would get jelous ;p until it was that day.. we were practicing our music peice, when the music teacher suddenly started screaming at the girl playing the tambourine and the boy playing the triangle cuz they were talking while the music was playing.. I used to like that music teacher, but the moment I heard her scream, I ran outta the classroom!!! I dunno what came over me?! I even started crying!!! kil shay 9ar faj2a! 7ata the poor lady tried getting me back in class and telling me how good I was and that she wasnt screming at me.. bs mako fayda!!! When I got home and saw my piano I remembered what happened in school.. and started attacking the piano with all the power I had in my little body ;p I even broke a white key and some black keys.. When mom and dad saw what happened and they already knew what had happened in school (noo3hom kanaw ma yajberony 3ala shay), they told me if I hated the piano for good they could give it to my cousin who was also into music, I said yes.. Since that time.. the piano was no longer in our house.. my parents gave it to my cousin.. and she still has it.. and its in top condition (after fixing the broken keys akeed ;p) as it was a top of the line piano ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, I stopped playing piano or any other instrument.. and everytime I see a piano I remember the horrible scream.. a3teqed eny te3aqadt bs ma7ad dara 3any ;p I dont even like touching music instruments.. my sis got a guitar a couple of years ago and I cant stand it.. I hate being n its presence ;p Dont get me wrong.. I STILL LOVE LISTENNING TO MUSIC :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113901096095766494?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113901096095766494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113901096095766494' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113901096095766494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113901096095766494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/child-prodigy.html' title='Child prodigy'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113900621377724959</id><published>2006-02-04T01:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T01:36:53.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanu, its just you and me here ;p</title><content type='html'>Although its just us logging to our blogspot, I think its worth it ;p We`ve been checking every hour every day ;p talk about seeking perfection ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo.. Yesterday I came across some of the old cartoons from my childhood.. and I started watching them (MaDeNaT ALNaKHeeL, SaLLY, ToM &amp; JeRRY), as I was watching these cartoons I remembered how obsessed with cartoon I was back then.. Remember Bell Wa Sebastian? the kid who lost his mom and with the help of his dog he started looking for her all over spain? anyway, I used to believe if I let my mom go out with my aunts or if I had spent the night at a cousin`s place she would be kidnapped or something and I would have to go out and find her!! for that reason, I never had a successful sleep over from ages 4-6 ;p and even if I really did spend the night out, my parents would be expecting me to be back before it was even 12 am ;p (talk about being de3la ;p) and my uncles were always teasing me that if I wont behave they`d keep away my mom and I will be like Bell ow Sebastian.. and reaction used to be "but how will I find her?! atleast Sebastian had a dog, I dont even own a bird!" ;p&lt;br /&gt;"mekey" ;p as in MiCKeY Mouse ;p and the pleural would be "mekeyat".  Although all the other kids called it cartoons (not very common back then) or the MOST common term "bababy" min the cartoon pop`eye I believe ;p but no one I knew called cartoons "mekey" like my bro and sis used to call them ;p I used to be the laughing stock in school for calling cartoons "mekey" kids would gather around me and go like" hey Jiji wut is ka3bol?" and I`d go like "he`s a dog in mekey".. I still get some raised eye brows whenever people know that I call cartoons "mekey" ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did you use to call cartoons?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113900621377724959?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113900621377724959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113900621377724959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113900621377724959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113900621377724959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/nanu-its-just-you-and-me-here-p.html' title='Nanu, its just you and me here ;p'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113891933099656715</id><published>2006-02-03T01:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:11:44.680+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How is Your Inner Child ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this . . there are a few other interesting quizes you can do too through this link. Don't forget to tell me your results . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Inner Child Is Surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/surprised.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You see many things through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish all of the details in life.&lt;br /&gt;Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113891933099656715?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113891933099656715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113891933099656715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113891933099656715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113891933099656715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/personality-quiz.html' title='Personality Quiz'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-113887188207253882</id><published>2006-02-02T12:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:19:32.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuts wrong with people? Including me?!</title><content type='html'>Why do we always feel that whenever we`re sick or tired or goin thru surgery that we are the only people to have ever been in such situations?!&lt;br /&gt;Last week my cousin caught the flue for the 3rd time in 2 months! ow 3ala golat`ha she is not supposed to get the flue cuz she simply never gets the flue!! bare in mind she is a doctor to be!! she called me telling me ina she is doin a blood test cuz she is convinced now ina she has no White blood Cells to fights away infections!! anyway she goes to the doctor.. she had her temperature taken and it was a normal 37.2!! was she convinced!? noooo!! her temp was only 37.2 cuz its cold outside and the atmospheric temperature is masking her body temperature! can u believe that girl!! 3ady its so typical of her ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cousin who went to do lasek eye surgery, but the doctor told him ina he wont be able to perform it until he fixes the 7awal he has in his right eye! cuz he has loose occular muscles and thats wuts causing the mild 7awal (bilkuwaity 7awar ;p) anyway he did the operation to correct the in7eraf in his right eye.. he is ok now, all he needs is rest and to wait a couple of months before he could do lasek.. we all paid him a (sick person) visit cuz 7aram tawah 6ali3 min 3amaleya.. now listen to this!! he said something stupidly weird! he was sitting bil9ala ow dar madarah alla the family albums min 3omra kan sa3a lema the last pic he had taken! he says ina his neck used to be tilted (emayelha chena meste7y) before he fixed his 7awar and now his neck is straight!!! sheno hal man6eq elGHABY!! he 22 mafroth ekon fahim mo yahel!! I tried convincing him thats its all in his head and he has not gone out yet or even walked to check his demented theory! bs he was like NO I used to tilt my nick cuz I had 7awar.. now I can look straight cuz my eyes are fixed!! 7emddilla ow elshekir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama bilnesba ley ana; am doin lasek this sunday ow a9lan mikhtar3a.. ow ma3a salfa my cousin am startin to believe ina I too have 7awar or somthing wrong with my eyes! inshalla its all in my head, after all, we`re just one crazy bunch of folks ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113887188207253882?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113887188207253882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113887188207253882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113887188207253882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113887188207253882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/wuts-wrong-with-people-including-me.html' title='Wuts wrong with people? Including me?!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113883147118201802</id><published>2006-02-02T00:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:04:31.186+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist Visit</title><content type='html'>I took my little sister, Tota, to the dentist clinic yesterday to get her teeth checked.  It was no normal clinic.  It is where the dentistry students try to learn how to perform dentistry in the mouths of those who volunteer.  So there I go to meet my friend, who is a dentistry student, to check on Tota's teeth.  Of course she was too shocked to learn from me that Toata had no carries :p ......hehe..those students are so eager to start attacking those carries.  Anyways, Tota had one of her laughing fits over there.  Those are dangerousely contageous!  So, me, Tota, and Dr Friend were all laughing in her own cubicle.  I mean Tota would look at me and laugh because she was confused how a friend, my own age, was actually going to check her teeth!  I had to assure her that Dr Friend knows what she's doing for she is actually studying dentistry.&lt;br /&gt;For a short while, I wondered why I didn't enroll in the school of dentistry.  I would become a doctor with a speciality from the beginning of my career.  I mean how hard can it be?  I saw my friend, mashalla, in her blue top looking very professional.  Suddenly, I heard the screaming and crying of the boy next door (or cubicle, whatever its called) . . . galby 3awarny, and I remember why I decidec not to become a dentist!  I can never be a dentist.  First of all, I can not stand causing pain to someone and continuing to do that while he's screaming!!  I don't want to sound very compassionate or too nice, but how can I continue drilling in someones mouth while he looks at me ibkil 7iqd o karahiya?..who knows what he's thinking of doing as a revenge?  Plus I'm not the kind of person who can spend her life looking into people's mouths the whole day . . and I generally don't like going to the dentist... bas chinny wayid 6abait feehum?  That's just me, some people are able to be dentists and I salute them for that, really I don't hate dentists . . well, not all . .&lt;br /&gt;Back to my actual story ...  Tota was actaully making more noise laughing than the boy screaming with pain.  The doctor in charge had to call my friend to "tell your friend not to sit with her daughter, she is making the child itidala3" . . . !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . First of all DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!!! for god's sake how can Tota be my daughter!!! She's almost eleven and she doesn't look younger than that ... I'm 22 but look younger (supposedly)!!!! but still, of course I hate this doctor already for saying that, this means I'm at least 28!! thats to say the least, and I definately don't look 28.. PLUS Tota wasn't ga3da itidala3, she was laughing... I bet he was mi7tar cuz all his patients cry when they see him!!&lt;br /&gt;bas I'm too mi7tarra to even continue the saalfa&lt;br /&gt;....  there's nothing much important left except that it turns out Tota has two small sooosa's which Dr Friend has to deal with later in another appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113883147118201802?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113883147118201802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113883147118201802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113883147118201802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113883147118201802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/dentist-visit.html' title='The Dentist Visit'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-113880057949426807</id><published>2006-02-01T16:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:29:39.503+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint I the gubbisa or wut?!</title><content type='html'>Eeeeeeh.... ba3ad denya.. I know my luck and its short comings bs this time it really went wild!! anaaa?!?! elmagrooda?! elmsechenaa!! elly wa3alaya 3alay yser feny kil hatha?!?! whyyyy oooooh why did I end up with Dr.EVIL as my second examiner for my project?!!!!!!! dont laugh!! he is evil!!! He once shoved a girl outta the classroom only cuz she wanted to hand in someone some papers!! ham mara 7ithaf lazer pen on a student cuz she was smiling madre laughin!! I dunno why he does wut he does.. bs probably its his genes!!! he is 3eraQY!!!! (sorry nanu u said no 7ash bs i hafttttta a7esh ow at7al6am 3anaa)!!! this doctor curses in class as if it were normal, hearing words like [go to hell, hell with it, damn... etc] from 8 am only means you are in the right class!! God!!! I still remember the first time I went to him so I could check my mistakes in a quiz, I had a pen in my hand which broke (min elklhar3a) while I was talkin to him!! walllllllaaa ekhare3!!! my supervisor told me that he has no problems with Dr.EVIL and he thinks he`s ok.. but asked me if i wanna change him,cuz he know taht all student hate Dr.EVIL.. LOL! Dr.EVIL has quite the reputation tara ;p  Prsonally, I dont like changing around and loya.. plus all the other options were worse! like the dean and some other mu3aqad doctor!! khalek 3ala maynonik la eyek elly ayan minah! qesma ba3ad shasawey :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I was goin to write something nice and fun today, but since I heard the news I dont feel like anything :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;bs siiij siiij siiij... ow wa3ad meny, the next entry will be something new.. mo koleya wala dmoo3 (no more bu7ayrat ;p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113880057949426807?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113880057949426807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113880057949426807' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113880057949426807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113880057949426807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/02/aint-i-gubbisa-or-wut.html' title='Aint I the gubbisa or wut?!'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113865606474947821</id><published>2006-01-30T23:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:21:04.756+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived!</title><content type='html'>I survived 2 more days of dawam!..I should probably thank those of you who da3ooly (only 2 ppl excluding me read the blog so far, I bet you've both prayed for me my dears, thank u, u know who you are).  Anyways, and I was going to write all about it yesterday but it turns out the company providing my internet service was burnt up (or down?).  Now its too late to say my salfa about dawam cuz its burnt too (i7targat ilsaalfa :P), too late for it. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, let me tell you why the company burnt down?...You see jiji as you will find out thinks of herself as a 'gubbisa', and until now I have tried to convince her otherwise.  Now I am the one convinced that it is true (sorry "hon").  Just the day after we start our blogspot the company burns!! what does that tell ya?  Last year she planned on doing a lazec operation and just one week before her operation the machine broke.  They had to schedule a new appointment after buying a new machine.  Back then (being a total optimist as I usually am) I told her that this was actually her good luck since they're getting a new machine to use on her eyes....... you can figure out that I'm now doubting 'the goodness' in her luck :P...sorry again Jeejz.&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself an internet card so I can use it since the company has not yet recovered from the burning. I'm also thinking of buying a new mobile phone (no relevence)? I'll have to think more about that one, or not?&lt;br /&gt;.... to think? or not to think?&lt;br /&gt;That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113865606474947821?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113865606474947821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113865606474947821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113865606474947821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113865606474947821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-survived.html' title='I survived!'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-113865421899423775</id><published>2006-01-30T22:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:50:09.926+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy ya Mazzika</title><content type='html'>Let me be simple and sweet today and try to not create a long entry. I'll just tell you some of my all time favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Just too Good to be True&lt;/strong&gt; by Andy Williams &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Way You Look Tonight&lt;/strong&gt; by Tony Bennett or Frank Sinatra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Still the One&lt;/strong&gt; by Shania Twain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truly, Madly, Deeply&lt;/strong&gt; by Savage Garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe I can Fly &lt;/strong&gt;by R Kelly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Fine Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;by The Chiffons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock Around the Clock&lt;/strong&gt; by Bill Haley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satisfaction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;by The Rolling Stones &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its My Life&lt;/strong&gt; by Jon Bon Jovi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arabic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah yal asmar ya zain&lt;/strong&gt; by Abdulkarim Abdulqadir&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.6arab.com/3abdalkrem..aah-yal-asmar-ya-zain.ram"&gt;http://1.6arab.com/3abdalkrem..aah-yal-asmar-ya-zain.ram&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(I successfully managed to convince some kids that this song was actually written about me :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'7talafna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(a.k.a. ibtalashna ;) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Mohammed Abdu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://arab.6arab.com/3abdo..e5talafna.ram"&gt;http://arab.6arab.com/3abdo..e5talafna.ram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Illy nisaak&lt;/strong&gt; by Abdulla Rwaished &lt;a href="http://songs.6arab.com/rwaished..elli-nesak.ram"&gt;http://songs.6arab.com/rwaished..elli-nesak.ram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa'aloony&lt;/strong&gt; by Wael kfoory &lt;a href="http://songs2.6arab.com/wael-keffory_sa2aloony.ram"&gt;http://songs2.6arab.com/wael-keffory_sa2aloony.ram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'7air Inshalla&lt;/strong&gt; by Abdulmajeed Abdulla &lt;a href="http://songs.6arab.com/3abdelmajed..5air-enshallah.ram"&gt;http://songs.6arab.com/3abdelmajed..5air-enshallah.ram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keefak inta&lt;/strong&gt; by Fairuz &lt;a href="http://music.6arab.com/fairooz..keefak-inta.ram"&gt;http://music.6arab.com/fairooz..keefak-inta.ram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma 3alaina &lt;/strong&gt;by Abu Bakir Salem &lt;a href="http://songs.6arab.com/abobaker..ma-3alaina.ram"&gt;http://songs.6arab.com/abobaker..ma-3alaina.ram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laila &lt;/strong&gt;by Abdulrab Idrees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://5aleej.6arab.com/songs/5aleeji/edrees/edress..leelah.ram"&gt;http://5aleej.6arab.com/songs/5aleeji/edrees/edress..leelah.ram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Those are definately not all of them but that is all I can come up with right now. Keep checking for updates :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113865421899423775?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113865421899423775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113865421899423775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113865421899423775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113865421899423775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/01/doggy-ya-mazzika.html' title='Doggy ya Mazzika'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-113861707808940711</id><published>2006-01-30T13:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:31:18.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal Jiji day</title><content type='html'>Since I had no choice but to get off my lazy behind and go to the hospital to perform my humanitarian duty, I realized its not gonna be THAT bad after all since the group I`m having rounds with are quite the fun batch if I may say.. especially elkuwaity ( if u know who I mean Nanu ;p). Well we started our first day in the hospital by running back and forth looking for our professionally LATE doctors (hathy elkuwait ow 9al 3ala ineby) bs 3ady after a whole hour of tamshe6 elmustashfa ba7than 3an doctoratna.. we eventually found her. She was an OK doctor so understanding of our situation being freshly back from our break ;p makawedat 3alena HWs.. and lil asaf she found out about my lying tendency; where I answer things wrong and I convince my colleges (and sa3at even doctors) that my answer IS the right answer ;p I dont even make any eefort trying to convince them, they just believe me (tahst why imfakra a9er wazera in the future).. Then after elhospital we had the useless lecture by the THE ONE AND ONLY Dr.Is_He_Bald_?&lt;br /&gt;At night I took my lil` bro out for dinner since it was his 12th B-day (amooooot 3aleh hal ikho.. he`s the 2nd generation of me ;p)&lt;br /&gt;Today our placement was to start a bit later than the day before (8.30 WOOOOOHOOOO!!!!), it was all normal until I saw some baby fluid madre secretion, anyway it was totally eeeew for me.. and those who know me; knwo how much I hate petients and how sick they make me feel (sorry bs hathy el7aqeqa) I asked the doctor to go sit and rest before I rejoined them in the rounds.. bs do people leave you alone if you were sitting in peace wearing your angelic white coat?! NO!!! they hafta come up to u and ask u all sorts of Questions like you were the big kohona of medicine!! One thing will surely put them off and will start the da3awat machine they have in their mouths (I`m not a doctor; am a trainee).. You will hear weeeh! khalas allah ywafgech ow ya7fethech ow yaster 3alaich ow entaw eelly nabeh min 3yal elkuwait let elkil nafskom... elaakh elaakh elaakh ;p Anyway.. I tried to rest for 15 mins bs 6ala3 ina feeling sick during rounds was waaaaaaaay better than having to at7amal 7annat elnass! anyway my cousin who is down with the flue for the third time in 2 months called me telling me ina she was coming to the same hospital to be checked by a doctor (chaykaw ina normal flue, bs she tends to be kinda 7anna).. the rounds were taking forever so I ditched the group for 5 minutes, went to see my cousin and rejoined them wala chena 9ar shay ;p&lt;br /&gt;LONG BLOG? I know bs its comin to an end soon, dont worry ;p&lt;br /&gt;After the hospital I crossed the street to see the course coordinator to ask him about having sick days.. after talkin to him and reaching an agreement I left his office very happy cuz he told me ina I didnt have to make up for any day that was lost as long as I have a sick note.. 7addy kint fakhora feh.. bs lama 6ala3t I saw a friend near his office and we started talkin.. wala faj2a asma3 nafs eldoctor enadeny! estaghrabt!! re7t lah chan egoly: "It would be better if u sent an email explaining your situation so I can keep record of the updates"!!! I need your comment on this Nanu, cuz honestly.. am speechless and the only word I can use is (...) ow no need to use it YET! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113861707808940711?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113861707808940711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113861707808940711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113861707808940711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113861707808940711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/01/normal-jiji-day.html' title='Normal Jiji day'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113846669211501812</id><published>2006-01-28T19:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:44:52.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>Today we started our final semester.  I was so depressed at the thought of starting again that I forgot to enjoy the fact that its my final course (hopefully!).  Usually people put on something new and nw3an ma yikshi'7oon on the first day....well u guessed it, not me :).  I grabbed the first thing I saw in my closet, suddenly remembered I should take a pen...and some paper.  I put on a sling bag to carry all the things that I realised I had to take with me.  I reached the campus and forgot where I had to go so I had to call Jiji to check on that.&lt;br /&gt;     The only good thing about dawam is that you get to see ur friends.  I saw everybody, well almost, which gave me a reason to be a happier student.  Then of course all the comments have to start.."you cut your hair?".."oh, you lost weight!"..."you gained some weight my dear"..."what a lovely tan, how was Egypt?" and all the small talk we women are experts in.  I got a comment which should make me happy "you lost weight"..everyone tries to get that one and I was the winner this time.  Actually I've been getting that a lot lately and I'm not as happy as I should be about it because it is not totally true.  I am actually back to my normal weight. I have gained about 10 kg during the summer and had to shed them off (automatically) since then.  Thankfully, there is no diet.. its just my daily routine...... and probably my new rule for not eating except when I'm hungry, and when I eat I should avoid getting full ;)...(there you go, I've said my secret, even though I'm not sure I'm following it :P)&lt;br /&gt;     Anyways, when I returned home I was tired! I've been out for less than an hour :P . . . the thought of going back to dawam is enough to make one tired a9lan. . . hehhe, I guess today was a warm-up for tomorrow's full dawam 8-4!!!!!!!!!!!  Id3ooly that I survive :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="TOP: 66px" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062857/K=screaming/v=2/SID=e/l=II/R=2/SS=i/OID=8852948945472cfa/SIG=1eqhuccbq/EXP=1138553011/*-http%3A//images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3Dscreaming%26fr%3DFP-tab-img-t%26toggle%3D1%26cop%3D%26ei%3DUTF-8&amp;w=200&amp;amp;h=150&amp;imgurl=www.citysearch.cz%2Fwallpapers%2Fthumbnails%2Ffuturama%2Ffry_screaming_tn2.jpg&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.citysearch.cz%2Fwallpapers%2Fnahled_en.php%3Fobr_id%3D532%26kat%3D61&amp;size=12.0kB&amp;amp;name=fry_screaming_tn2.jpg&amp;p=screaming&amp;amp;type=jpeg&amp;no=2&amp;amp;tt=71,264&amp;ei=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="TOP: 66px" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062857/K=screaming/v=2/SID=e/l=II/R=2/SS=i/OID=8852948945472cfa/SIG=1eqhuccbq/EXP=1138553011/*-http%3A//images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3Dscreaming%26fr%3DFP-tab-img-t%26toggle%3D1%26cop%3D%26ei%3DUTF-8&amp;amp;w=200&amp;h=150&amp;amp;imgurl=www.citysearch.cz%2Fwallpapers%2Fthumbnails%2Ffuturama%2Ffry_screaming_tn2.jpg&amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.citysearch.cz%2Fwallpapers%2Fnahled_en.php%3Fobr_id%3D532%26kat%3D61&amp;amp;size=12.0kB&amp;name=fry_screaming_tn2.jpg&amp;amp;p=screaming&amp;type=jpeg&amp;amp;no=2&amp;tt=71,264&amp;amp;ei=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113846669211501812?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113846669211501812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113846669211501812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113846669211501812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113846669211501812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/01/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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-21600156.post-113846297798901702</id><published>2006-01-28T18:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:42:57.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life,as we know it</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;I think i dont need to write any more welcoming notes as my DeaRest Nanu has already done it bilneyaba 3any ow 3anha ;p bs ham kaify i wanna welcome u`ol to our fancy shmansy blog :p inshalla u will have fun with us along the way (I know we will)&lt;br /&gt;Last night when sweet nanu made this blog spot (thanx hon) she said why dont we outline the stuff that we will  talk about.. I was like ok!! u outline and I`ll write wutever :p (hatha elly shakla ga3ed yser now as we speak).. I think I`ll talk about how disappointed nanu and I were today (being the 1st day in school) . We both left home with our parents amazed ina our school has already started! 3adi so typical from our parents since we represent a minority both at home and society :p We got to scool to attend the orientation lecture  elly mafroth egolon lena ena halkors mako derasa its gona b light and breezy bs SURPRISE SURPRISE!! kawedaw 3alena 9admat ow ekteshafna ena ako loads and loads of projects, presentations, reports and other stuff :&lt; 3adi te7al6amna like we always do (ba3ad shensawey) ow ana 7alaft iny io dont recommend my school to anyone except for a3Da2ey el-LaDoDeeN&lt;br /&gt;JiJi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113846297798901702?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113846297798901702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113846297798901702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113846297798901702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113846297798901702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/01/lifeas-we-know-it.html' title='Life,as we know it'/><author><name>jiji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603462442237109382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://peeron.com/pics/inv/custpics/thumbs/3626bpa6.1103140650.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21600156.post-113839778917179670</id><published>2006-01-28T00:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:36:29.180+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Our Life, Know It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to our new blog spot.  This is where we are going to tell you random things about life.  Enjoy the ride :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nanu &amp;amp; Jiji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21600156-113839778917179670?l=zindagy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/feeds/113839778917179670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21600156&amp;postID=113839778917179670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113839778917179670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21600156/posts/default/113839778917179670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zindagy.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-to-our-life-know-it.html' title='Welcome to Our Life, Know It'/><author><name>nanu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09260863652707269855</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
