tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16978812512277802322024-03-05T08:32:35.979-08:00ElaganteElagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-12745256409334175502012-04-25T22:17:00.001-07:002012-04-26T01:57:40.324-07:00Childhood<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lets pretend you can be taken back to your old days. The days when you were innocent and had no clue what life is about. The days when playing with mud was cool and joyful and simply fun. The days when the famous music track was the ABC and the best movie ever was The Sound of Music. The days when you can’t wait for the next morning to come and jump out of bed to get ready for a bright beginning. The days when you were a KID nothing more is expected from you but being that KID...</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lets pretend that you can go back to your childhood. Go back to the tree climbing, fingers sucking, torn socks, play grounds and coloring pencils. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Me, in those days I really believed that I could turn into a colored butterfly. that my tinny skinny body will transform into this thing that will just fly and see the world. As long as my wings were colored I didn’t mind the size. then I realized in order for me to get as far as I want to go I needed to be faster then a butterfly so I would most probably turn into a falcon. An Arabic Desert falcon. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was very innocent that I thought that I will always remain a KID. I followed my sisters everywhere. One of my sisters in particular. I think I found her (interesting). She was annoyed rather than happy to my useless companionship. I asked too many unwanted questions out of curiosity, and sometimes just to prove my being. With the answers, I got my wisdom. I don’t think that she knew that she was rising a KID, her being a kid her self. My sister did me a great favor. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Through out the years that annoying tagalong relation turned into attachment. Not only side to side attachment but even mind and thoughts attachment. We spoke the same, laughed the same sounded the same looked the same, walked the same, even had the same likes and dislikes. Together we were unstoppable. We had each others secrets, backs, support, comfort but most of all, we had each other when ever we needed someone to talk to, fight with, express without being judged. We knew no matter what was said or done separation was not an option. It wasn’t even in our category. we were there for each others souls if not bodies. Minds if not connected. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">she enjoyed me singing for her. She always though that I had this amazing voice which moves her emotions and gathers her tears to the edge of her eyes. I enjoyed her stories the most, she could tell me the same story about what happened to her once twice and three time without her realizing how many time she repeated that same story to me again and again. We always had something to do together. After all the years that we were stuck into each other, we found our companionship still interesting and full of life laughter and sometimes tears. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My sister and I always know that we were soul mates. we planned this life together. after we grow old and useless. where will we live, where we will travel. Who will take the master bedroom when our small house with green garden is ready. What will happen then, to our cars, kids and us. Our lives were planned to the maximum that we forgot that we don’t really belong here. We don’t really live here, we are just passing through. There is no planning for the future while on earth. There is alway an ending and she was taken in the time were I never had imagined. No sickness, no accident, no hospitals, no operations, no medicine not even age was involved. My sister passed away. and I was once again, left alone and LOST...</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I lived my childhood unknowing that my path will be the hardest. I lived it not prepared for these days. I live it with my partner in life with my sister with the one who loved me the most and cherished the time we spent together. I lived my life with my teacher, my friend, my family and my mother. She was all of those I swear she was. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So once again, If you can be taken back to your past where would you choose. I would definitely choose a day on the beach with my sister, holding hands, singing, laughing playing with the sand and not thinking about anything (but us).... </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yes, honestly it did me very well. I cook, with love and passion. I give the dish my ALL. time, feeling and dedicate to a perfect tasteful meal for my family or sometimes friends.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">See, healing needs time. Needs mind off the cause of damage. Needs to put out your best side and give others to get peace of mind and some satisfaction. If you loose your self in any way you might find it in the slightest smallest thing you do. like cooking... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">everyday I intend to get damaged, and everyday I look for a new recipe which will start from the tung. Hmmmmm what do I feel like tasting today? Is it hot and spicy chicken? Chinese Manchurian? Stake ribeye? Fish in coconut cream? or tacos? Indian? American? Asian? or even sweets :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So I choose my healing dish and I start getting recipes from friends, cooking books or even the internet. I go grocery shopping for fresh tomatoes, green leafs, going through the ally of the market looking, seeking and finding the missing puzzle of my healing dish.... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">then I head home. Put my best T-shirt on. wash my hands and start cutting up and cooking, turning and tasting with lots of love and joy. more salt, less lime. More color and at the time the dish is being prepared I think to my self: (who ever tried to damage me, look where I am now. I am in joy. I am giving out my best. I am cooking I AM Healing). </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Preparing the dish is like preparing your self to look at another angle of your life. If you, in your mind, determine that life is not about one thing which happened or one person who will switch your mood on and off whenever he/she desire. Then and only then, you have your own healing method. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Living your life shouldn't always be about achieving or meeting your goals. to some people, living your life is simply about passing your day with joy, calmness and among the people that you love. Laughing on a dinner table describing your day and sharing your thoughts with them is more than enough for me. Satisfaction is achievable we just need to believe in our selves and COOK... :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy day every one and enjoy the small things in life with acceptance </span><br />
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</h3>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-52790056683058391972012-02-20T03:08:00.000-08:002012-02-20T03:22:38.301-08:00Me, My self and I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3juhzZpXosR5E5dczeqiCuZiL3nxJh_6nvsMnsSqlMqXkR9hpqm9UWqHbBrKXZmHo5kKcQXlZLy0y5A0-4UC52vXrDF-rvrdTIes-8tRxIGomV8FVzMqXQFZlOxOzEXspcaa_duiwiW_/s1600/me.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711175835246053986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3juhzZpXosR5E5dczeqiCuZiL3nxJh_6nvsMnsSqlMqXkR9hpqm9UWqHbBrKXZmHo5kKcQXlZLy0y5A0-4UC52vXrDF-rvrdTIes-8tRxIGomV8FVzMqXQFZlOxOzEXspcaa_duiwiW_/s320/me.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:+0;">Recently, observing my driving skills, I have noticed that my life could simply be called <strong>A MESS</strong>.<br /><br /></span>I malty task like crazy forgetting the fact that I am only<strong> HUMAN</strong> and this can fire back at me at any time <strong><em>(which it already did that’s why I’m writing about it)…</em></strong></div><strong><em><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /></em></strong></div>On my way to work the radio was on (<em>BU OMAR morning show</em>) concentrating on the topic <em>UAE is giving more than 1700 Emirates pass port to the non locals</em> <strong>"not my issue here",</strong> while doing that I was eating my breakfast in the car, drinking hot tea after every bite of my sandwich. Reading my morning prayers, deciding which road I should take and still listening to the radio turned high on <strong>DON’T FORGET</strong> “I’M DRIVING”…<br /><br /><div align="justify"><br />To me, this is the least of malty tasking I do. “<strong>You should see me at home”</strong> TV has to be on, I can’t take the silence of the rooms, reading or writing something while my mind is on (how in the hell can I pay my March bills) while my hands are moving I’m thinking if I should apply a nail polish or leave them as they are. While this thought is in my mind I already left the book heading to the nail polish box and picking up a color. Off course all this is being done while I’m on the phone with a friend who I’m trying to solve her problems with her hubby who doesn’t want to travel this summer because of the high expenses.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong>This was just a simple sample of a ten minutes of my life</strong>, you can imagine the 24 hours DISCLUDING my sleeping hours (I sleep like a baby) alhamdullelah<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">I’m starting forgetting things EASELY. </div><br /><div align="justify">Where are my keys?</div><br /><div align="justify">I know that person but can’t recall the name</div><br /><div align="justify">What did I come here for?<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">My Goodness missed that road</div><br /><div align="justify">Why am I in the supermarket?</div><br /><div align="justify">Which meeting? With who? When? Why? </div><br /><div align="justify">I’m hungry and I have a snack in my drawer, I’ll go and order </div><br /><div align="justify">I need to print and I have papers on my desk, I’ll go to stationery room</div><br /><div align="justify">I swear one time I was in my car with toilet sandals, forgot to take them off…<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Do you really want me to go one…?</span> Uhhh BuGGer </div><br /><div align="justify"><br />The thing is my brain is so used of not keeping it simple, it has all those unnecessary thoughts that takes too much space. I am not focusing on one thing. I am every where all the time. If I close my eyes in this moment I can literally see my thoughts flying all around<br />I was reading my blog, and I notice that there are many unfinished blogs that I intend to leave them that way cause once that publish button is pressed there is another thought replacing my mind…<br /><br />Leave to here every one, catch up with you soon I REALLY HOPE. And wish me LUCK </div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-80800270763577555002011-12-26T22:01:00.001-08:002011-12-28T07:55:28.870-08:00<p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i>why did I say</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i>“I DO”</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
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</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i>Why do we think that marriage is happiness</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i>Why does the soul-mate has to be the opposite agenda?</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i>Why do we tolerate people at work but we can’t tolerate the ones at home?</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i>Why do we use hurtful words to the ones we mostly love?</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i>Why life is not as simple as a fairy tail?</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i>Questions I know I will never find answers for but I will keep on hoping for the best.</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">WOMEN SIDE...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I always thought that once the man of my dreams appears then that would be my forever after. Unfortunately, I got to realize there is nothing called “forever” at least not in love stories. Marriage is just a tie which holds you in a prison our society calls (Al 3ish al zawjiya) or even (Al qafa9 al thahabi) TRANSLATION: the golden cage...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">So they do admit it is a cage, but they paint it in gold “WAAW what a color”. Now knowing it’s a cage WHY do we drag our selves in it?!!! I wont call it stupid or naive. I think it’s that hope that we all in one point have, the hope of finding peace, love and respect. The hope in finding our partners in life. The hope in finding and living the fairy tails that we all have been dreaming of since we were in PINK.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">In the other side what we all get is:</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br />
</span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">WHERE are you going (dahhhhh)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">WHO gave you PORMMITION to eat at this time</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">WHY did you sleep (My goodness)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">You HAVE to wait for me (me as the KING ya3nee)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">WERE u REALLY at your mom’s</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">WHAT are you thinking about (7ashaaaa 3ad he even want's to get into my brains)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">WHY are you wearing perfume</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">There is no SALT in the food</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">the sheet is TOO soft</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">the water is TOO cold</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">DON’T visit your friends</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">You don’t love me like before, you changed (I wonder why?@##*)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Pick up my clothes</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Wash my londry</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Dry my towel</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Take care of the kids</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I want the house SILENT although we have a 4 months old baby (yaaa put a tape on his mouth)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Look like a dall (even when you wake up)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Go grocery shopping</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">DON’T ask me where I spent the night</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">DON’t ask who my friends are</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">DON’t ARGUE AT ALL (you are a wife, body with no brains nor feelings)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">DON’T compare your self to me I am a MAN</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span>I can get Jealous u can't feel that way, you are a women</span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I AM THE MAN (uhhhhhh please give me a break)</span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br />
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</span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">MEN side of the story...</span></span></p><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Later... After more investigations </span></span></div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-22914601811495968282009-10-28T04:10:00.000-07:002009-10-28T04:12:16.228-07:00STAY AWAY<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">How bad could the people around impact you…<br /><br />You go and say to your self how strong and willing you are and how “what ever what happens” you wont let people around you change who you really are. But guess what (YOU ARE WRONG)…<br /><br />I my self was one of those people, I am in my own world living in my white quite shell until BOOOOM there she was.<br /><br />Short chick she was (is). Big dull eyes, very small lips “not to be seen at all”, un recognized features I have to say. Always covered in black, way TOOOO skinny and so harsh tone of voice. To me she looks like an under covered witch. (surely this is all after so many incidents with her, I have to be fare some how).<br /><br />When I first got to know her she seemed to me like a Mother Teresa (or at least she wanted to look like one). Caring, giving, warm and loving but behind you she could poke you with a hook saying it was he sister who did it.<br /><br />Now skipping all the incidents which accord and from reading so many books about SAICOPATHES I began to wonder. When do they really need to be locked behind white rooms or bars? Do we really have to wait for them to kill some one or become literally insane for us to take an action?<br /><br />Ok I am being a bit sarcastic about things but come on people. Can’s you see? Some times a human mind can do something bad to harm another but can a normal human mind have two different personalities where he/she does the damage and play the innocent part. I am writing thing cause I can see every one around me not feeling the second she but yet they treat her with pureness while she is eating their flesh.<br /><br />Uhhh what ever… I am back </span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-26576650903132730022008-02-10T00:36:00.000-08:002008-02-10T00:45:26.905-08:00Me & my soul mate<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">“<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>and they lived happily ever after</strong></span>”</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />That’s what every single story I can remember reading ends up with, but, in the real life happily ever after <strong>doesn’t</strong> exist (<strong>unless you enjoy watching Shrek in lala land</strong>). Who is your <strong>soul mate</strong>? Is the one you find now will still be your soul mate <strong>after</strong> 10 years? Are we <strong>ready</strong> to <strong>commi</strong>t for <strong>ever</strong> and <strong>ever</strong>? Why do we get <strong>married</strong>? <strong>Is it</strong> for breading<strong>?<br /></strong><br />The subject opened up from a girl’s group cession that I joined in Dubai. It was about Arabic <strong>women</strong> and how they dealt with the <strong>daily</strong> <strong>pressure in life</strong>. While I was on silent observing every one around me for the first hour I noticed that most of the <strong>young</strong> women attended were ether <strong>divorced</strong>, separated or on a <strong>limbo commitment</strong>. My questions started targeting <strong>individuals</strong> to avoid insulting them or getting them to feel unconfident <strong>although I knew that I was invading their privacy</strong> but I still went on. The subject went out loud whit in few minutes turning to <strong>discussions and debates</strong>.<br /><br />(<strong>I got my divorce knowing deep inside that I can find someone better out there</strong>)… That was <strong>her</strong> comment giving me a slight <strong>curiosity</strong> about her <strong>dark mind</strong>. So you <strong>didn’t</strong> have any problems during your marriage? <strong>I</strong> asked. (Not really.. I had a <strong>peaceful</strong> life with him but he wasn’t the one that I could call my soul mate and I <strong>wasn’t</strong> ready to continue with my life just <strong>for the sake of marriage</strong>) as <strong>bold</strong> as she was <strong>I</strong> <strong>liked </strong>her answer. She loved her emotions and was ready to face the unknown even when she wasn’t sure her soul mate existed out there…<br /><br /><strong>Unfortunately</strong> me admiring this lady <strong>didn’t</strong> last that long. Yes it was a smart answer, <strong>maybe</strong>, but what if she found her “<strong>soul mate</strong>" now and 10 years in her relation had passed, would they still have the same attraction, <strong>interest</strong>, likeness or <strong>feelings</strong>? That means every time she doesn’t feel the same <strong>she’ll leave</strong> him <strong>seeking</strong> for another… if that’s it, then she’s lucky (<strong>being sarcastic</strong>).<br /><br />Now, are we have great expectations on our partners and that’s why we are losing them within time? Remembering my grand mother’s and mother’s generation divorce and separation where not a trend. It was rare and not acceptable. <strong>Today a woman just stood in front of every one (still admiring her being outrageous) and said indirectly that she’s going to seek for her man no matter what religion, morals, decency or even respect has to say.<br /><br /></strong>Ya jama3a, how <strong>pity</strong>…<br /></span><br /></span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-73112653103637355662008-02-05T00:45:00.000-08:002008-02-08T20:59:10.083-08:00ENCHANTED aweeeeen...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN20YYIsEz7mLNaNyQEV_e1q2TN7pVPgKtoiQHghnFBTfXZ6o4C5qrdgqcAvHUA_dM4Bj6jh6rUGPS0tqOgpx1gpNAUvY7w_QyT2-JfZkCmnX1QZnblVK2bmFyRtRnYBj9Wrx3G_2Yk0LH/s1600-h/enchanted_238x257.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163417602476401618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN20YYIsEz7mLNaNyQEV_e1q2TN7pVPgKtoiQHghnFBTfXZ6o4C5qrdgqcAvHUA_dM4Bj6jh6rUGPS0tqOgpx1gpNAUvY7w_QyT2-JfZkCmnX1QZnblVK2bmFyRtRnYBj9Wrx3G_2Yk0LH/s400/enchanted_238x257.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Movies… I love kids movies with all the imaginations and the innocent laughter. The Enchanted was the movie that I went to watch with babies cuddling along with me, surprise it wasn’t a movie you could take children to. The first song was about (THE FIRST KISS) and the perfect lips. UHHHHH I was stuck in that chair and was too late for me to leave.<br /><br />Hoping the movie will not continue on the same level unfortunately it did and even worst. As we went on watching all those stupid love parts, love songs and camera been zoomed on the lips while kissing.<br /><br />I heard about brain washing but this time I really felt it, mothers and fathers with their kids were laughing while the movie was targeting corruption. Now the child will just watch a love movie but wait until he/she turns 10 and above. The movie, the moments and the curiosity will still be there. Our kids will live in corruption and our new generation will aim for sex before their age.<br /><br />If I haven’t been living abroad I would say (I’m too Arabic to write about kids movie in this way) but I’ve bee living in UK and been opened kids channel every day. They were so careful of what they show their kids. I have never seen any grown up picture or heard any love conversations in kids channel. I surely don’t recall seeing a kissing part.<br /><br />Did the cinema management watch the movie before showing it to the public? Or is it CoOol and civilized having movies shown openly even to our children? Did any one feel what I felt while the movie was playing? Is there any thing wrong here or is it just me???</span></div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-45560092789656384712008-01-22T03:07:00.000-08:002008-01-22T03:10:50.962-08:00I felt uhhhh, what ever...<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was interviewed by a magazine called ( #^&&^#@%) about woman in careers and as you know something has to happen with my stories…<br /><br />Mrs. SHE called me while I was so busy at work… Madam (,,,,,,,)<br />ME : Aha speaking… ( ohooo mno hai ba3ad )<br /><br />Mrs. SHE …… subject above<br />ME : Aha……. ( leesh radeet ya rabi???)<br /><br />Mrs. SHE : Ok then appointment set for tomorrow at 9.00<br />ME : Aha …….. typing……..<br /><br />Mrs. SHE : Then I’m confirming all details of our conversation<br />ME : Aha …….. YA FLAAN TAKE A COPY OF THIS AND FILE THE ORIGINAL…. Hallo aha<br /><br />Mrs. SHE : Blab blab la blab la blab la blab la<br />ME : Aha<br /><br />Mrs. SHE: Ok?<br />ME : Aha ok (big smile on my face)<br /><br />After all the suffering that I went through with that weird thing and all the aha’s that I gave she ended the phone call by doing me a favor Mrs. SHE asking me pitifully : would you want me to fax or even email you the questions of the interview???)<br /><br />ME: (Uhhhhhh???, you &%#**##) Ya sure my fax is 24…….. and my email is …..@......com<br /><br />Mrs. SHE: ok dear bye then<br />ME : mmmmm bye?<br /><br />Uhhhh what does she think I’m a bimbo? First time being interviewed? Won’t know how to answer questions? Did I sound stupid? DO I LOOK BLOND???<br />“ sorry blondies no offence”</span></strong>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-52785202003302528812008-01-08T10:50:00.000-08:002008-01-08T11:05:37.130-08:00LOVE???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-In6rPku5962FhqLPRFaeIvuDsuKAoVPw13-lNNDv5nB48Stap7580SMw-RCBSoje7EHc2EITvUezPbaitWcuGiK8jA0aGFfRp_6H3AvRCNvnK4Ak_0BGgq2QXwvb5V_1uuqtYpUTx6HG/s1600-h/th_hearts%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153183428526902866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-In6rPku5962FhqLPRFaeIvuDsuKAoVPw13-lNNDv5nB48Stap7580SMw-RCBSoje7EHc2EITvUezPbaitWcuGiK8jA0aGFfRp_6H3AvRCNvnK4Ak_0BGgq2QXwvb5V_1uuqtYpUTx6HG/s400/th_hearts%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ya jama3a I am in LOVE with my self,…<br /><br />How do you fall in love with another person when you know that he’ll be the one who’ll hurt you the most?<br /><br />How can you fall in love when there is always the possibility to fall out of it??<br /><br />How can you even think of being with your opposite sex when you are so much NOT alike and you always criticize each other???<br /><br />Well I’ll never have the answers of any of my questions,…. Do you?</div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-5576083505349936852007-12-12T06:31:00.000-08:002007-12-12T06:34:17.929-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4G0VxOAGmlB3e6lseuPYqgOD5fOtXEM31VCAVdhqh_RRKzKxvKA-_W2awxxsUvsIYNCLxznky36FPK95jZ56a8hi0ibwkG70GTUvgkjzd-xz6b7oMdB-cP7lXHy_WFf_iazWLwmNBSMo/s1600-h/10042007111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143094587471487746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4G0VxOAGmlB3e6lseuPYqgOD5fOtXEM31VCAVdhqh_RRKzKxvKA-_W2awxxsUvsIYNCLxznky36FPK95jZ56a8hi0ibwkG70GTUvgkjzd-xz6b7oMdB-cP7lXHy_WFf_iazWLwmNBSMo/s400/10042007111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have to say (not proudly) I am becoming bored of what’s around me, I don’t think that’s the right word though. May be what I meant to say was NOT SATISFIED. Although I don’t think that’s it either… Hmmmm I began shredding my stuff on the table once I’m in the house and doing the same before I leave.<br /><br />What am I trying to write here (I DON’T KNOW) but yalla… glad to be writing…<br /><br />P.S to whom ever is still reading my lines: SORRY I usually make sense</span> </span></div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-35842836113080697282007-12-11T09:25:00.000-08:002007-12-11T09:26:21.795-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;">I</span> have stopped blogging for many reasons, but I can’t say that I don’t miss blogging and don’t miss each and every one of you reading my pages.<br /><br />Life do not remain the same, things changes, people change and we all move on to a certain point or the other. I love writing silly stuff. I love joking around life but some times the joke turns on you. Always remember that every one will remain special to a person. And whether you like it or not there is always someone who is bigger and stronger than you so fear God and be kind to each other.<br /><br />Hold on to memories. Don’t let them terminate them for you, for as long as you have them you’ll always keep your identity with. I miss old days, I miss who I was, but proud of who I turned out to be.<br /><br />Thanks God for giving me strength, health and <span style="font-size:180%;">LIFE </span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-88090472699210474052007-06-19T03:23:00.000-07:002007-06-19T03:25:32.913-07:007araaaaaaam<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Check this out...</span> </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4Q1vHQxsss">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4Q1vHQxsss</a><br /><br /> </div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-65624829753302902542007-06-17T23:00:00.000-07:002007-06-17T23:09:48.986-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqA8QoqjOc1wixU9rjNEw23DMcEoKL3eAV3kGg-S_Rlp4lNHT00SBenqxVyEAH9NJGk9YZVmrNYE3mGB2YRyackhDGKdiCRgkQViHsY7nHnYEkKFu41jWLZ4f4qN6bUHTojwmKYsL7I4fc/s1600-h/map.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077280655534936962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqA8QoqjOc1wixU9rjNEw23DMcEoKL3eAV3kGg-S_Rlp4lNHT00SBenqxVyEAH9NJGk9YZVmrNYE3mGB2YRyackhDGKdiCRgkQViHsY7nHnYEkKFu41jWLZ4f4qN6bUHTojwmKYsL7I4fc/s400/map.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong> </strong></span><a name="4988602605480931942"></a><a title="http://me-meteo.blogspot.com/2007/06/cold-wave-over-ap-slows-down-gonu.html" href="http://me-meteo.blogspot.com/2007/06/cold-wave-over-ap-slows-down-gonu.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Cold Wave over AP slows down Gonu</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Cyclone Gonu transformed into a Cat 3 Cyclone by the time it hit the Omani coast. The reason is not very obvious. A cold front of low atmospheric pressure stands in the way of Gonu on the mainland of the Arab Peninsula . The Cyclone, slowed down by the cold front, transforms into a tropical storm.We are still not very sure about the cause of this cold front in the Arab peninsula, but we are certain that it is a fact. The Wave has been dropping down temperature in the Arab Desert significantly as we have never witnessed before. If the temperature decrease continues systematically we can expect a freezing wave by next month that can cover the Arab Peninsula with ice. All i can say is that nature is getting back at us.Whatever you do, do not panic! it will be slow but REAL! At least it saved us from Gonu.Check out the temperature of the atmosphere in the Arab Peninsula for the coming week...</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(from A6las)...</p><br /><br /></span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-65872950923643503762007-05-28T22:16:00.000-07:002007-05-28T22:18:42.281-07:00F A M I L Y<span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I ran into a stranger as he passed by,<br />"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.<br /><br />He said, "Please excuse me too;<br />I wasn't watching for you."<br /><br />We were very polite, this stranger and I.<br />We went on our way and we said goodbye.<br /><br />But at home a different story is told,<br />How we treat our loved ones, young and old.<br /><br />Later that day, cooking the evening meal,<br />My son stood beside me very still.<br /><br />When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.<br />"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.<br /><br />He walked away, his little heart broken.<br />I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.<br /><br />While I lay awake in bed,<br />God's still small voice came to me and said,<br /><br />"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,<br />but the family you love, you seem to abuse.<br /><br />Go and look on the kitchen floor, you'll find some flowers there by the door.<br /><br />Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.<br /><br />He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."<br /><br />By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall.<br /><br />I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.<br /><br />"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.<br /><br />I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."<br /><br />I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."<br />He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."<br /><br />I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."<br /> </strong></span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-8408199213620640342007-05-08T02:28:00.000-07:002007-05-12T05:22:23.470-07:00A story which will shock every one,…Dua Khalil Aswad, a 17y girl was stoned, beaten and tortured to death on the 7th April, 07. I heard her story not imagining the cruel way that this small Iraqi MUSLIM girl was treated before she was killed until I watched her clip on YouTube.<br /><div align="center"><strong>If you are sensitive I don’t advice you to look at the clip</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">(clip was removed)</span></div><div align="left"><br />As said, a group of men from her village (North Iraq) and some of her family members participated in the killing. The 17 year old was tortured for 30 minutes before her soul left her body.<br /><br />It was mentioned that the cause of the tragic killing was the innocent decision that the young girl toke. She converted from Shi’a (Yezidis) to Sunna (who are called Muslims in Iraq) as if it’s not the same religion. Even if it wasn’t <strong>NO ONE</strong> has the right to take away a life of another humane, at least not in that way with all the viewers and phone cameras…<br /><br />Stupidly now I have a clear picture of why the Americans stayed in Iraq even after the capture of Sadam and his death, they claimed security, safety and wanted to insure and establish lows roles and forces before they left Iraqi lands to be handled by their own people. The Iraqis who are living there are literally HOLAGANS. Ok so not all of them you’ll all say, but what are the sober ones doing about it? Nothing… They are waiting for the Americans to do every thing for them then blame them in destroying and using the countries resources.<br /><br />Iraqis are taking their own people as victims; they thought that what el mar7ooma Dua did will bring them shame. I feel calling them Arabs is a shame to us, I feel like calling them Muslims is a shame to us, I feel like calling them HUMENS is a shame to us.<br /><br /><strong>I’ll leave you all with the whole story of Du’a Khalil Aswad, the victim of a crime which no one will pay for….</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.amnestyusa.org/document.php?lang=e&id=ENGMDE140272007">http://www.amnestyusa.org/document.php?lang=e&id=ENGMDE140272007</a><br /></div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-37225099529702175022007-05-01T01:45:00.000-07:002007-05-02T04:15:30.965-07:00Guess what?!!!<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>On my way to City Center with friends:</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">No I’m not buying any thing today, I’m saving for my future (ya whatever)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I’ll only have a snack....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">SoI run into this amazing (Crepe Café) you guys have to try the sea food one… </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059521478365887570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFvkuOBqR7ZR3z3ZRWeAL-kxt7VOzK3oI171ttwPfcCypnF3zyt1EdM03Jm10_3BXGwDJPUX-u1QYcNtkCJmkSo7T2kVNWY-MjIdTnf8Q8uQqKP7ETgeyFZUCLXYYpWrHpDJicwhcuEpS/s200/yammy.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was YAMMY and so filling I couldn’t finish it.</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059515233483439138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4SolvNHBZxQ-cnBT3vgBOizejrx_KFFoxb2CQXOw4DpuTo1m8GS4DADr7QPLyREHyoGym_7A7Qm_E9eR38OQBDi72lk4zLdmWgL94o1FEgibwEKFpnCBOzZEl-uEcVQhbbuWmBbPWsqEi/s200/yammy+2.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I was so proud, I paid only this much for a delicious meal<br />Until there I was doing great and following my new plan</span></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059518149766233138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvaqacXKqtptXE0jizKKZxJ55zWsK7Y3lbbzI7cDdyxr5o0NcE8IHDIf7lV9lTOGJ39UrbqPDqea71uQHg-cd1kpl__gkHZTJZxtGcThExHZgesNojj9Ab83AMrGWc187bSGVo-PnuLhRT/s200/paied.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Oh Splash was in front of me:<br />It will cost me nothing, just a few T-shirts wont harm,… </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059907819264097394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oXTll8ouSTUinVFp0tJGZmX8Qw_f6M-hyopW5EY1kd_GwFNiX6kDILH_8lYzc78pe39wyIc8Dhl88lNOYNJn4UDGmMJHOGeCjOJwVj6xS7iyESQxYMZB02H1oY1zXlKt6B9MjZzi7Oxz/s200/shopping+s.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ok, so I bought more then few but but but......., Uhhhh the story goes on<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">While walking in between I felt my hand was heavier then before, I looked twice and there they were!!! More bags (ohhh I must have taken some one else’s shopping bags)...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ya just play along la... </span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059906870076324962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_PyZnQeDe8-8_2jWFPadFobQ1i0A9BLuIYsG0tYYXcGLyvN9o5qZCKMAg1M5DwWHQT1st0ezGz_aq6QClq3sSTbqaRGqQLAC8Hz36qUpOQg1wM0YLj9aB3YB1Fp8Ofh0g1XGW9I9-8BX/s200/shopping+1.jpg" border="0" /> <p></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Tarararaaaaa….</strong></span> Disaster, NO WAY. I can’t walk pass by that with out buying any thing.<br />Ya nass I’m still young and have lots to live for, I can have high blood pressure, wont be able to sleep at night, wont eat I’ll go through depression, I wont be able to mingle, I’ll lose interest in life and I’ll lose my hair (DRAMA). </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My future was in front of me... So I went in…..</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059520185580731458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVmr1tCEwsd34k7DaUUxQHCNgcUPFcwhNjvEgaHqVOyEm9zXwJCbJaGwndSmI-mQccUQyWJHxVMKg7qS_zUXpYDWQvwJUIw7CUFoaRcso4LPHZtnumFHuqZnLFcCtzUBqsgOwmnzdaqg5/s200/The+shop.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">By the end of the day:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ya so I failed, temptations that I couldn’t resist, things that I’d never live without, I’m ashamed, I feel weak and my hands hurt, I need more money and a new car and a new shoe ane ohhhh boy here i go again.</span><br /></span><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059909502891277442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGNirNbX-KkoRbfkLYKG-rJhdYZ7wIIonOEJvJiBpyIj4Wo3pfRy4JZbi_XqDoMOfrnpiVF0yCu4w7CnIHjHRq4rmRp-Ierkz69N3kuOAfe42EIeZRAeDmQ7NJmNO02_e9ompPqTtIF39/s200/shopping+6.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I’m addicted and I need medication,.. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Plus my hands DID hurt<br />FUN, I really had fun</span> </span></p>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-2195585287385785812007-05-01T01:15:00.000-07:002007-05-01T01:44:06.311-07:00My kitty kitty kitty<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96cQqj-k3lSYD4lPCYRFzPa4KsBdtb0kPT3V-wpFFMCmo26AZJr-8OtoOrro322Ie8Ei1i-155_ABYYP_wFNFVGoDIBha6lMtTpNEHcbeVgN26kS2vT5uZ3V3n3yDwI_YlfQjT8tnrgSc/s1600-h/tinny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059505973533948914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96cQqj-k3lSYD4lPCYRFzPa4KsBdtb0kPT3V-wpFFMCmo26AZJr-8OtoOrro322Ie8Ei1i-155_ABYYP_wFNFVGoDIBha6lMtTpNEHcbeVgN26kS2vT5uZ3V3n3yDwI_YlfQjT8tnrgSc/s320/tinny.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNF6xcXtL5QtwAtHq5Ykvtlc5gZnYbQI8A1WCoTQuKYlYU9G3p0jNlg1YCsjHEGp6FURD7dVMNKQ8tylnFDsQeQb9nBIE_RouPhW9cX-pOAv6t3Ik7HcaMb2qoMzdAm-4IKWm9zveEFIM/s1600-h/tinny1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059505982123883522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNF6xcXtL5QtwAtHq5Ykvtlc5gZnYbQI8A1WCoTQuKYlYU9G3p0jNlg1YCsjHEGp6FURD7dVMNKQ8tylnFDsQeQb9nBIE_RouPhW9cX-pOAv6t3Ik7HcaMb2qoMzdAm-4IKWm9zveEFIM/s320/tinny1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>(((</strong></span> <span style="font-size:100%;">She’s tinny like a rat, sleeps in my slipper and my fiends call her Ethiopian, don’t care my rat *ohhh* I mean cat is cute</span><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>…) ))<br /></strong></span></span></div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-9133326795804297482007-04-28T06:43:00.000-07:002007-04-28T06:57:03.792-07:00Hey kitty kitty kitty...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Yesterday night I found a kitten wondering on the streets while I was on my way back home. She seemed to be a week year old if not less. I toke her home, gave her a shower, tried giving her milk, water, bread I even opened a cane of tuna. Nothing seemed to work.<br /><br />I couldn’t sleep from her myaaaawing. She’s so cute I swear, she’s so tinny but shaking from hunger and thirst. I wonder if she’ll survive without her mum. I know nothing about tinny things like that so guess I’ll be taking her to the vet.<br /><br />I tried posting her picture but unfortunately there is some thing wrong with my cam grouse (%!##*?)… You’ll get to see her soon though,…<br /><br />Didn’t name her yet and don’t really know what to call her, so PLEASE HELP…<br /><br />I thought of few names like Fatme with an E not an A, Atheeja not Khadeeja, Unny not Ummy and last was my favorite Moza as bananas.Ya I suck I know. Help the poor thing, get me cute names pleeeease…..</strong></span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-80523778819960169072007-04-25T06:09:00.000-07:002007-04-25T06:30:34.708-07:00Ouch, that hurts<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I was at a conference when I came to meet this weird 80 year old guy; (obviously) the first thing I spotted was his shoe. He was standing on stage giving a speech and the only picture flying in my head was him doing the moonwalk.<br /><br />(Because I’m bad, Michel Jackson in the house)<br /><br />Like, how could, someone be, so damn out of style and confidently gives out a two hour speech? Did you see the way he’s standing? Like this guy really thought he was going to go to the ugliest shoe contest.<br /><br /><strong>THIS WAS HARD FOR ME, I COULDN’T TAKE IT. WHO WOULD DO SUCH THING</strong> 3aaaaad what ever…<br /><br />I’m leaving you with the picture,,,<br />Exclusively in Oman </span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057355912905571298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLoz0P5GiwfJI5M_FAPTocH-FlmI4jwePQVP9mq_VIKKU8cRirYGF0dMmCorrxwJbmE8XD2x4pBimkwZL1Lda3UWAGtaelfIXbtBYw4gC3b6FwBEzTYJMBUxhcKaMDSd12lsLC2nB43dr9/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-10128449432285010112007-04-04T04:01:00.000-07:002007-04-04T04:25:31.855-07:00He was GAY<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Who are Gay people?<br />Are they that bad?<br />Aliens from another planet?<br />Are they (@*#~?!!%) offfff I can’t ask that question….<br /><br />Well a friend of mine called<br />He : Halla wallah, Enti ween men Zaman you disappeared. I have your invitation card for FALN’Z wedding…..<br />Me : Ahhh you know life, work, family, dog, cat, shoes, (*I just can’t stand you man*). Cool on my way to pick my card (*as if I’ll go to a damn wedding*).<br /><br />Driving with my high heals, red cap and cute T-shirt as I thought I was all that. Came out of the car heading towards him Ohhhh ($#?!!@#) he is with some one, that son of a gun didn’t tell me he had company….<br /><br />Reaching to my main post issue, there he was (his friend):<br />Skin as soft as a baby (NO SCAR, DAMN).<br />Eye brows well done (WHICH SALON I WONDERED).<br />Nails clean and well shaped (MAN…)<br />Curved body, white tight shirt.<br /><br />With a leg over the other and an ugly scary artificial voice he went like: Hiiiiiiiii<br />Me : *wel3amaa b3eenak* just a smile back<br />Gay: I heard a lot about you<br />Me : *wel3amaa b3eenak* just a smile back<br />Gay: Oh I think your friend is shy<br />Me: *wel3amaa b3eenak*<br />Put my hand out, toke my card and waved good bye.<br /><br />To be continued….<br /><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br /><br />My Colleague just interrupted my typing and told (ya flana, I washed my hair today)<br />No comment…</span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-69386871730193880872007-04-03T05:54:00.000-07:002007-04-03T05:58:39.223-07:00:(<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I’m feeling empty, </strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Nothing to write about, hands shivering, face grumpy and can’t work. I think days when they go by people lose a part of them, when they realize they have to stop smiling and start thinking about the serious stuff (LIFE IS EMPTY FOR ME RIGHT NOW). It wasn’t empty a month ago, wasn’t empty a week ago, it just got empty now…<br /><br />I know I don’t make sense so I guess I’ll stop here…</span> </span></div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-49046816139672687712007-03-28T06:08:00.000-07:002007-03-28T21:54:27.638-07:00Is it a sin???<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqyyxESfXyzhQlGaemMla6yFRSjZuKGp9JNvPQFUeVAGyeNQM_dEt9Ol3GeFaghZ3tBAD0wXLwJKWlljyFO7CIDfvaiqpHbQuCOz7fwxQpya1O9_rIuOqvP2F_DWh4aXR1oFcz_6WLJrq/s1600-h/card.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963034580028914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqyyxESfXyzhQlGaemMla6yFRSjZuKGp9JNvPQFUeVAGyeNQM_dEt9Ol3GeFaghZ3tBAD0wXLwJKWlljyFO7CIDfvaiqpHbQuCOz7fwxQpya1O9_rIuOqvP2F_DWh4aXR1oFcz_6WLJrq/s320/card.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Now the thing is how cute can a card get?</strong></span></div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><br />Private parties, hmmm Oman is opening up but is it COOL or is it a TRAND or is it the age thingy??? Will we our 3abayas and cover up or even start being boring people once we reach late fifties???</span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Now, every one wants to have fun in life. Some go to SHISHA’s then we go like (Oh how bad). Some go play football and the girls go like (how childish). Others enjoy watching T.V (weirdos) and others are play station and computer freaks. Gathering with friends and making up your own GANG (cool la?). Talking to boys and dating every new face you meet (no comment). Spending all your time at work, as they are called WORKAOLICS (ppl with no lives).</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />We have the car freaks, the book freaks, Al Sarooj petrol pump freaks(mo’3azelchee), fart freaks(men el malal).<br /><br />Then comes the hot stuff, Drug dealers and users (I swear I know NON of them). Womanizers (going back to Al Sarooj). Mananizers (heard about them, seen them and I’m still in shock). House breakers (el 7ash wel 7asad). Fathers sleeping with there own maids, mother in laws then daughters. Mother pimps. Thieves (read Amjad’s Post). And then ofcourse there are the decent people like me and you!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Saying all that, Its a shame that going to a mixed party in the open is such a sin when a hell of a lot of other crazy shit is going on behind curtains!</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Returning to my main issue (PARTY INVITATION) why not going to a party? Have a look at the shake it shake it, have a little laugh spend some time and go home. Ya I wonder if I’ll go!!!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Do you think I should go. If you were me, would you go?</p></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-20338878691787342332007-03-18T04:44:00.000-07:002007-03-18T04:52:57.819-07:00My day at the beach<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRtjhZcgTWvMkz4BfctSrXeR7jmgeSnPFpbFkTXHGUC9HOMpBkoe_h28cGnxWBUt1yYYLhNutfQzrrcP3Iwk2b6z2CTUrlcr_9adJUEsnkF-FAWqtlQjlqbXSi7ek-red8TZjd0mutkfIx/s1600-h/Beach+Na3al.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043230567938045106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRtjhZcgTWvMkz4BfctSrXeR7jmgeSnPFpbFkTXHGUC9HOMpBkoe_h28cGnxWBUt1yYYLhNutfQzrrcP3Iwk2b6z2CTUrlcr_9adJUEsnkF-FAWqtlQjlqbXSi7ek-red8TZjd0mutkfIx/s400/Beach+Na3al.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Cool ;)</strong></span></div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-38005076871862150062007-03-18T03:14:00.000-07:002007-03-18T05:04:24.263-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9e1GrOo55aVis0G7EPVkcIXMCir0aVBI7prIEMhBhx9ynOhNJeoBZ3fl0k3zOTuOOsULT0lJOrhwe5Ah8HSQH5zsqF_tcRcKiBNyiojG0w0cpZn_4fdtR3NFknYq2aS7gVcIrnnmwIz-x/s1600-h/Oman+Sajah.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043207108826674338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9e1GrOo55aVis0G7EPVkcIXMCir0aVBI7prIEMhBhx9ynOhNJeoBZ3fl0k3zOTuOOsULT0lJOrhwe5Ah8HSQH5zsqF_tcRcKiBNyiojG0w0cpZn_4fdtR3NFknYq2aS7gVcIrnnmwIz-x/s320/Oman+Sajah.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">A day at the beach was amazing, YA JAMA3A Oman is beautiful. I had a great time but it was too hot. I experienced this tiny fish boat ride and toke this picture of the natural mountain MAMAR, waw. I even had to climb the rocks which lead to the coolest breezed shaded area. (wallah I’m impressed of my self I was able to do all that, me and my lazy feet)<br /><br />This was at Al Jassah beach,<br /><br />WARRNING, never go there after 4.00pm. For some reason or the other the beach gets invaded by Indians who are DISCO dressed with cool hair styles. Yes, I said cool hair styles. Why do you think they use AMLLA oil hah??? Ohh boy and don’t forget the smell, I swear the fish smell is (AHWAN) and much more better than theirs.(3aaad mob Exaggeration)<br /><br />Any way, by the end of the day I got sun burned, toke beautiful pictures and thanked GOD for giving us such beauty in our lovely peaceful country.<br /><br />LOVE YOU OMAN </span></strong></div>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-32313346783274775312007-03-15T00:27:00.000-07:002007-03-15T00:36:40.394-07:00Yesterday<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I went to my friend’s house, she invited some of her other friends over for a cup of tea and a snack of ((7ash)). I simply squeezed my self between chairs after seeing all the 6absh around and sat between the two familiar faces I knew. The ((TA7QEEQ)) started from across the room in no time, a lady in her late twenties, so sharp feature and a mouth which didn’t stop cooing that lousy gum. With the loudest voice and in a ((SOQEE)) style she went like:<br /><br />Annoying: So where are you from ya flanaa…?<br />Me : ( from earth, ya3nee weeen? )<br />I’m from ……. dear,<br />Annoying: aha, and are you working?<br />Me : ( maskeena she wants to give me her salary )<br />: Kinda!!!<br />Annoying: Ohhh so you’re working, where?<br />Me : In ………..,<br />now I’m trying to play wit my phone and look busy.<br /><br />Annoying: Which department?<br />Me : (Still pretending I’m busy and didn’t hear a thing)<br /><br />Annoying: Ya flanaa,<br />Me : ( Offffff ), Haaaaaaa<br /><br />Annoying: You told me you’re working but you didn’t tell me which department??!?<br />Me : Just a mowa’6afa.<br />I swear it was so obvious enah maleee ‘7elg…<br /><br />Annoying: How come you got a job like that? I’ve been looking for one for ages and still searching. Heeeh akeed wa96aa<br />Me : (shocked pretending to look 3adee, she's so malgoooofa)<br />Keep on searching akeed with your personality you’ll get a good job<br /><br />Annoying: (silent for 2 minutes) where did you get your shoes from.<br />Me : (Allah some one is complementing my shoes)<br />Nine west<br /><br />Annoying: you know I saw the same thing in KARAMA Dubai<br />Me : ( #*@?#~%/! )<br /><br />After the shoe comment I decided to walk out in peace with my head low looking at my shoes…<br />7araaaaaam</span>Elagantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565noreply@blogger.com6