<?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-1697881251227780232</id><updated>2011-12-28T07:55:28.862-08:00</updated><category term='Women VS Man'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Just a day'/><category term='first'/><category term='Oman'/><title type='text'>Elagante</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-8080027076357755500</id><published>2011-12-26T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:55:28.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women VS Man'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;why did I say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I DO”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do we get married?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do we think that marriage is happiness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why does the soul-mate has to be the opposite agenda?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do we tolerate people at work but we can’t tolerate the ones at home?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do we use hurtful words to the ones we mostly love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why life is not as simple as a fairy tail?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Questions I know I will never find answers for but I will keep on hoping for the best.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;WOMEN SIDE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the other side what we all get is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE are you going (dahhhhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO gave you PORMMITION to eat at this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY did you sleep (My goodness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You HAVE to wait for me (me as the KING ya3nee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;WERE u REALLY at your mom’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT are you thinking about (7ashaaaa 3ad he even want's to get into my brains)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY are you wearing perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;There is no SALT in the food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;the sheet is TOO soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;the water is TOO cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;DON’T visit your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You don’t love me like before, you changed (I wonder why?@##*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pick up my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wash my londry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dry my towel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Take care of the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want the house SILENT although we have a 4 months old baby (yaaa put a tape on his mouth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Look like a dall (even when you wake up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Go grocery shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;DON’T ask me where I spent the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;DON’t ask who my friends are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;DON’t ARGUE AT ALL (you are a wife, body with no brains nor feelings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;DON’T compare your self to me I am a MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can get Jealous u can't feel that way, you are a women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM THE MAN (uhhhhhh please give me a break)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;MEN side of the story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Later... After more investigations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-8080027076357755500?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/8080027076357755500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=8080027076357755500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/8080027076357755500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/8080027076357755500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-did-i-say-i-do-why-do-we-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-2291460181149596828</id><published>2009-10-28T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T04:12:16.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>STAY AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;How bad could the people around impact you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh what ever… I am back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-2291460181149596828?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/2291460181149596828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=2291460181149596828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/2291460181149596828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/2291460181149596828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2009/10/stay-away.html' title='STAY AWAY'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-2657665090313273002</id><published>2008-02-10T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:45:26.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>Me &amp; my soul mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and they lived happily ever after&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what every single story I can remember reading ends up with, but, in the real life happily ever after &lt;strong&gt;doesn’t&lt;/strong&gt; exist (&lt;strong&gt;unless you enjoy watching Shrek in lala land&lt;/strong&gt;). Who is your &lt;strong&gt;soul mate&lt;/strong&gt;? Is the one you find now will still be your soul mate &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; 10 years? Are we &lt;strong&gt;ready&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;commi&lt;/strong&gt;t for &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;? Why do we get &lt;strong&gt;married&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Is it&lt;/strong&gt; for breading&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject opened up from a girl’s group cession that I joined in Dubai. It was about Arabic &lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt; and how they dealt with the &lt;strong&gt;daily&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pressure in life&lt;/strong&gt;. While I was on silent observing every one around me for the first hour I noticed that most of the &lt;strong&gt;young&lt;/strong&gt; women attended were ether &lt;strong&gt;divorced&lt;/strong&gt;, separated or on a &lt;strong&gt;limbo commitment&lt;/strong&gt;. My questions started targeting &lt;strong&gt;individuals&lt;/strong&gt; to avoid insulting them or getting them to feel unconfident &lt;strong&gt;although I knew that I was invading their privacy&lt;/strong&gt; but I still went on. The subject went out loud whit in few minutes turning to &lt;strong&gt;discussions and debates&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;I got my divorce knowing deep inside that I can find someone better out there&lt;/strong&gt;)… That was &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; comment giving me a slight &lt;strong&gt;curiosity&lt;/strong&gt; about her &lt;strong&gt;dark mind&lt;/strong&gt;. So you &lt;strong&gt;didn’t&lt;/strong&gt; have any problems during your marriage? &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; asked. (Not really.. I had a &lt;strong&gt;peaceful&lt;/strong&gt; life with him but he wasn’t the one that I could call my soul mate and I &lt;strong&gt;wasn’t&lt;/strong&gt; ready to continue with my life just &lt;strong&gt;for the sake of marriage&lt;/strong&gt;) as &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; as she was &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;liked &lt;/strong&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/strong&gt; me admiring this lady &lt;strong&gt;didn’t&lt;/strong&gt; last that long. Yes it was a smart answer, &lt;strong&gt;maybe&lt;/strong&gt;, but what if she found her “&lt;strong&gt;soul mate&lt;/strong&gt;" now and 10 years in her relation had passed, would they still have the same attraction, &lt;strong&gt;interest&lt;/strong&gt;, likeness or &lt;strong&gt;feelings&lt;/strong&gt;? That means every time she doesn’t feel the same &lt;strong&gt;she’ll leave&lt;/strong&gt; him &lt;strong&gt;seeking&lt;/strong&gt; for another… if that’s it, then she’s lucky (&lt;strong&gt;being sarcastic&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;strong&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ya jama3a, how &lt;strong&gt;pity&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-2657665090313273002?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/2657665090313273002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=2657665090313273002' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/2657665090313273002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/2657665090313273002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-my-soul-mate.html' title='Me &amp; my soul mate'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-7311265310363735566</id><published>2008-02-05T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:59:10.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>ENCHANTED aweeeeen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/R6gk89aa49I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F8J2kkAAXm0/s1600-h/enchanted_238x257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163417602476401618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/R6gk89aa49I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F8J2kkAAXm0/s400/enchanted_238x257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-7311265310363735566?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/7311265310363735566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=7311265310363735566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/7311265310363735566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/7311265310363735566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2008/02/kid-movie-i-love-kid-movies-with-all.html' title='ENCHANTED aweeeeen...'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/R6gk89aa49I/AAAAAAAAAEM/F8J2kkAAXm0/s72-c/enchanted_238x257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-4556009278965638471</id><published>2008-01-22T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T03:10:50.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt uhhhh, what ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was interviewed by a magazine called ( #^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^#@%) about woman in careers and as you know something has to happen with my stories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. SHE called me while I was so busy at work… Madam (,,,,,,,)&lt;br /&gt;ME : Aha speaking… ( ohooo mno hai ba3ad )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. SHE …… subject above&lt;br /&gt;ME : Aha……. ( leesh radeet ya rabi???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. SHE : Ok then appointment set for tomorrow at 9.00&lt;br /&gt;ME : Aha …….. typing……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. SHE : Then I’m confirming all details of our conversation&lt;br /&gt;ME : Aha …….. YA FLAAN TAKE A COPY OF THIS AND FILE THE ORIGINAL…. Hallo aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. SHE : Blab blab la blab la blab la blab la&lt;br /&gt;ME : Aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. SHE: Ok?&lt;br /&gt;ME : Aha ok (big smile on my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (Uhhhhhh???, you &amp;amp;%#**##) Ya sure my fax is 24…….. and my email is …..@......com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. SHE: ok dear bye then&lt;br /&gt;ME : mmmmm bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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???&lt;br /&gt;“ sorry blondies no offence”&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/1697881251227780232-4556009278965638471?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/4556009278965638471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=4556009278965638471' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/4556009278965638471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/4556009278965638471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-felt-uhhhh-what-ever.html' title='I felt uhhhh, what ever...'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-5278520200330252881</id><published>2008-01-08T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:05:37.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>LOVE???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/R4PJBofGjlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MavO50NGXCs/s1600-h/th_hearts%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153183428526902866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/R4PJBofGjlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MavO50NGXCs/s400/th_hearts%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya jama3a I am in LOVE with my self,…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you fall in love with another person when you know that he’ll be the one who’ll hurt you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you fall in love when there is always the possibility to fall out of it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you even think of being with your opposite sex when you are so much NOT alike and you always criticize each other???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ll never have the answers of any of my questions,…. Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-5278520200330252881?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/5278520200330252881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=5278520200330252881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/5278520200330252881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/5278520200330252881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2008/01/love.html' title='LOVE???'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/R4PJBofGjlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MavO50NGXCs/s72-c/th_hearts%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-557608350534993685</id><published>2007-12-12T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T06:34:17.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/R1_xRyx44wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/veo5K2RJnEQ/s1600-h/10042007111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143094587471487746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/R1_xRyx44wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/veo5K2RJnEQ/s400/10042007111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I trying to write here (I DON’T KNOW) but yalla… glad to be writing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S to whom ever is still reading my lines: SORRY I usually make sense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-557608350534993685?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/557608350534993685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=557608350534993685' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/557608350534993685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/557608350534993685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-to-say-not-proudly-i-am-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/R1_xRyx44wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/veo5K2RJnEQ/s72-c/10042007111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-3584283611308069728</id><published>2007-12-11T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:26:21.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for giving me strength, health and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-3584283611308069728?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/3584283611308069728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=3584283611308069728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3584283611308069728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3584283611308069728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-stopped-blogging-for-many_8909.html' title=''/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-8809047269921047405</id><published>2007-06-19T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:25:32.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>7araaaaaaam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Check this out...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4Q1vHQxsss"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4Q1vHQxsss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-8809047269921047405?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/8809047269921047405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=8809047269921047405' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/8809047269921047405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/8809047269921047405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/06/7araaaaaaam.html' title='7araaaaaaam'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-6562482975330290254</id><published>2007-06-17T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:09:48.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RnYf2wofU4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/m-CMFhxj-0k/s1600-h/map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077280655534936962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RnYf2wofU4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/m-CMFhxj-0k/s400/map.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="4988602605480931942"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cold Wave over AP slows down Gonu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(from A6las)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-6562482975330290254?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/6562482975330290254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=6562482975330290254' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6562482975330290254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6562482975330290254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/06/cold-wave-over-ap-slows-down-gonu.html' title=''/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RnYf2wofU4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/m-CMFhxj-0k/s72-c/map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-6587295092364350376</id><published>2007-05-28T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:18:42.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>F A M I L Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed by,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Please excuse me too;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't watching for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very polite, this stranger and I.&lt;br /&gt;We went on our way and we said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at home a different story is told,&lt;br /&gt;How we treat our loved ones, young and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal,&lt;br /&gt;My son stood beside me very still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.&lt;br /&gt;"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked away, his little heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lay awake in bed,&lt;br /&gt;God's still small voice came to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,&lt;br /&gt;but the family you love, you seem to abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and look on the kitchen floor, you'll find some flowers there by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-6587295092364350376?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/6587295092364350376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=6587295092364350376' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6587295092364350376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6587295092364350376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/05/f-m-i-l-y.html' title='F A M I L Y'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-840819921362064034</id><published>2007-05-08T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T05:22:23.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story which will shock every one,…</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are sensitive I don’t advice you to look at the clip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(clip was removed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt; has the right to take away a life of another humane, at least not in that way with all the viewers and phone cameras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;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….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnestyusa.org/document.php?lang=e&amp;id=ENGMDE140272007"&gt;http://www.amnestyusa.org/document.php?lang=e&amp;amp;id=ENGMDE140272007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-840819921362064034?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/840819921362064034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=840819921362064034' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/840819921362064034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/840819921362064034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/05/story-which-will-shock-every-one.html' title='A story which will shock every one,…'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-3722509952970217502</id><published>2007-05-01T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T04:15:30.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Guess what?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my way to City Center with friends:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No I’m not buying any thing today, I’m saving for my future (ya whatever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll only have a snack....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SoI run into this amazing (Crepe Café) you guys have to try the sea food one… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059521478365887570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RjcH-mN1PFI/AAAAAAAAACY/3s2TOeUb3DQ/s200/yammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was YAMMY and so filling I couldn’t finish it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059515233483439138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RjcCTGN1PCI/AAAAAAAAACA/2qENdGxZJQU/s200/yammy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so proud, I paid only this much for a delicious meal&lt;br /&gt;Until there I was doing great and following my new plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059518149766233138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RjcE82N1PDI/AAAAAAAAACI/tihP-qUYbKo/s200/paied.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Splash was in front of me:&lt;br /&gt;It will cost me nothing, just a few T-shirts wont harm,… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059907819264097394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RjhnWmN1PHI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y9E-20llUNY/s200/shopping+s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so I bought more then few but but but......., Uhhhh the story goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;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)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ya just play along la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059906870076324962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RjhmfWN1PGI/AAAAAAAAACg/zsndON6q95k/s200/shopping+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarararaaaaa….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Disaster, NO WAY. I can’t walk pass by that with out buying any thing.&lt;br /&gt;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). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My future was in front of me... So I went in…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059520185580731458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RjcGzWN1PEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FXlcay79feU/s200/The+shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;By the end of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059909502891277442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rjho4mN1PII/AAAAAAAAACw/4ysJWNNkgqU/s200/shopping+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m addicted and I need medication,.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plus my hands DID hurt&lt;br /&gt;FUN, I really had fun&lt;/span&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/1697881251227780232-3722509952970217502?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/3722509952970217502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=3722509952970217502' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3722509952970217502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3722509952970217502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-my-way-to-city-center-with-friends.html' title='Guess what?!!!'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RjcH-mN1PFI/AAAAAAAAACY/3s2TOeUb3DQ/s72-c/yammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-219558528738578581</id><published>2007-05-01T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:44:06.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>My kitty kitty kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rjb54GN1O_I/AAAAAAAAABo/tCPVJUcmmiE/s1600-h/tinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059505973533948914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rjb54GN1O_I/AAAAAAAAABo/tCPVJUcmmiE/s320/tinny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rjb54mN1PAI/AAAAAAAAABw/NBTRB3RUBXs/s1600-h/tinny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059505982123883522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rjb54mN1PAI/AAAAAAAAABw/NBTRB3RUBXs/s320/tinny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(((&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…) ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-219558528738578581?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/219558528738578581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=219558528738578581' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/219558528738578581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/219558528738578581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-kitty-kitty-kitty.html' title='My kitty kitty kitty'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rjb54GN1O_I/AAAAAAAAABo/tCPVJUcmmiE/s72-c/tinny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-913332679580429748</id><published>2007-04-28T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T06:57:03.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>Hey kitty kitty kitty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried posting her picture but unfortunately there is some thing wrong with my cam grouse (%!##*?)… You’ll get to see her soon though,…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t name her yet and don’t really know what to call her, so PLEASE HELP…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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…..&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/1697881251227780232-913332679580429748?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/913332679580429748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=913332679580429748' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/913332679580429748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/913332679580429748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-kitty-kitty-kitty.html' title='Hey kitty kitty kitty...'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-8052377881996016907</id><published>2007-04-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:30:34.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>Ouch, that hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Because I’m bad, Michel Jackson in the house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS WAS HARD FOR ME, I COULDN’T TAKE IT. WHO WOULD DO SUCH THING&lt;/strong&gt; 3aaaaad what ever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving you with the picture,,,&lt;br /&gt;Exclusively in Oman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057355912905571298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Ri9WaGN1O-I/AAAAAAAAABg/BK2jEkdFWfc/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-8052377881996016907?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/8052377881996016907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=8052377881996016907' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/8052377881996016907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/8052377881996016907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-at-conference-when-i-came-to-meet.html' title='Ouch, that hurts'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Ri9WaGN1O-I/AAAAAAAAABg/BK2jEkdFWfc/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-1012844943228501011</id><published>2007-04-04T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:25:31.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>He was GAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who are Gay people?&lt;br /&gt;Are they that bad?&lt;br /&gt;Aliens from another planet?&lt;br /&gt;Are they (@*#~?!!%) offfff I can’t ask that question….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a friend of mine called&lt;br /&gt;He : Halla wallah, Enti ween men Zaman you disappeared. I have your invitation card for FALN’Z wedding…..&lt;br /&gt;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*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to my main post issue, there he was (his friend):&lt;br /&gt;Skin as soft as a baby (NO SCAR, DAMN).&lt;br /&gt;Eye brows well done (WHICH SALON I WONDERED).&lt;br /&gt;Nails clean and well shaped (MAN…)&lt;br /&gt;Curved body, white tight shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a leg over the other and an ugly scary artificial voice he went like: Hiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;Me :    *wel3amaa b3eenak* just a smile back&lt;br /&gt;Gay:    I heard a lot about you&lt;br /&gt;Me :    *wel3amaa b3eenak* just a smile back&lt;br /&gt;Gay:    Oh I think your friend is shy&lt;br /&gt;Me:     *wel3amaa b3eenak*&lt;br /&gt;Put my hand out, toke my card and waved good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Colleague just interrupted my typing and told (ya flana, I washed my hair today)&lt;br /&gt;No comment…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-1012844943228501011?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/1012844943228501011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=1012844943228501011' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/1012844943228501011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/1012844943228501011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-was-gay.html' title='He was GAY'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-6938687173019388087</id><published>2007-04-03T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T05:58:39.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m feeling empty, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don’t make sense so I guess I’ll stop here…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-6938687173019388087?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/6938687173019388087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=6938687173019388087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6938687173019388087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6938687173019388087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-4904681613967268771</id><published>2007-03-28T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:54:27.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Is it a sin???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RgpqI9arjfI/AAAAAAAAABM/1B1cWS1vgLY/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963034580028914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RgpqI9arjfI/AAAAAAAAABM/1B1cWS1vgLY/s320/card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the thing is how cute can a card get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;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).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the car freaks, the book freaks, Al Sarooj petrol pump freaks(mo’3azelchee), fart freaks(men el malal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you think I should go. If you were me, would you go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-4904681613967268771?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/4904681613967268771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=4904681613967268771' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/4904681613967268771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/4904681613967268771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it-sin.html' title='Is it a sin???'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RgpqI9arjfI/AAAAAAAAABM/1B1cWS1vgLY/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-2033887869178734233</id><published>2007-03-18T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T04:52:57.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>My day at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rf0nezpWtLI/AAAAAAAAABE/Dsfrak2GLHw/s1600-h/Beach+Na3al.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043230567938045106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rf0nezpWtLI/AAAAAAAAABE/Dsfrak2GLHw/s400/Beach+Na3al.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-2033887869178734233?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/2033887869178734233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=2033887869178734233' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/2033887869178734233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/2033887869178734233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-day-at-beach.html' title='My day at the beach'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rf0nezpWtLI/AAAAAAAAABE/Dsfrak2GLHw/s72-c/Beach+Na3al.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-3800507687186215006</id><published>2007-03-18T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:04:24.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rf0SJTpWtKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u1M11_rlLNk/s1600-h/Oman+Sajah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043207108826674338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rf0SJTpWtKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u1M11_rlLNk/s320/Oman+Sajah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at Al Jassah beach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU OMAN &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/1697881251227780232-3800507687186215006?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/3800507687186215006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=3800507687186215006' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3800507687186215006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3800507687186215006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-at-beach-was-amazing-ya-jama3a-oman.html' title=''/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/Rf0SJTpWtKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u1M11_rlLNk/s72-c/Oman+Sajah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-3231334678327477531</id><published>2007-03-15T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:36:40.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying: So where are you from ya flanaa…?&lt;br /&gt;Me : ( from earth, ya3nee weeen? )&lt;br /&gt;I’m from ……. dear,&lt;br /&gt;Annoying: aha, and are you working?&lt;br /&gt;Me : ( maskeena she wants to give me her salary )&lt;br /&gt;: Kinda!!!&lt;br /&gt;Annoying: Ohhh so you’re working, where?&lt;br /&gt;Me : In ………..,&lt;br /&gt;now I’m trying to play wit my phone and look busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying: Which department?&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Still pretending I’m busy and didn’t hear a thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying: Ya flanaa,&lt;br /&gt;Me : ( Offffff ), Haaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying: You told me you’re working but you didn’t tell me which department??!?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Just a mowa’6afa.&lt;br /&gt;I swear it was so obvious enah maleee ‘7elg…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying: How come you got a job like that? I’ve been looking for one for ages and still searching. Heeeh akeed wa96aa&lt;br /&gt;Me : (shocked pretending to look 3adee, she's so malgoooofa)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on searching akeed with your personality you’ll get a good job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying: (silent for 2 minutes) where did you get your shoes from.&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Allah some one is complementing my shoes)&lt;br /&gt;Nine west&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying: you know I saw the same thing in KARAMA Dubai&lt;br /&gt;Me : ( #*@?#~%/! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shoe comment I decided to walk out in peace with my head low looking at my shoes…&lt;br /&gt;7araaaaaam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-3231334678327477531?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/3231334678327477531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=3231334678327477531' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3231334678327477531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3231334678327477531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-8754140912692295325</id><published>2007-03-13T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:00:12.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RfapeDpWtJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O7El04-_Tic/s1600-h/my+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041403166727779474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RfapeDpWtJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O7El04-_Tic/s320/my+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My SHOE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Obsessed with SHOES, every day I sit on my PC I open the pictures but keep staring at the SHOE picture, which made me start to wonder and ask my self: “are you OK 7abibtiii”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one day the world decided to get rid of all the shoes in the world for it not to get polluted?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if my feet grow so big that I don’t find sizes for a shoe? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if Usama Bin Ladin targets all the shoes companies???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions we never think about but for once some one had a brave heart came and stood in front of the world to mention this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ya what ever, the moral of the story is:&lt;br /&gt;If you’re interested in me buy me a shoe,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to impress a girl buy her a shoe,&lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to divorce your wife, burn her left shoe…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your wondering why the left shoe la? I'll leave that for you to answer,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-8754140912692295325?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/8754140912692295325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=8754140912692295325' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/8754140912692295325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/8754140912692295325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/03/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RfapeDpWtJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O7El04-_Tic/s72-c/my+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-4294597900715819102</id><published>2007-03-10T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:00:47.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RfJrPUNvCpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CbmqDXK9LP0/s1600-h/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040208843849534098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RfJrPUNvCpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CbmqDXK9LP0/s320/cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey girls check this out, it caught my eye…&lt;br /&gt;Guess where is it from!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why my friend keeps on rooming around with a huge camera with her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-4294597900715819102?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/4294597900715819102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=4294597900715819102' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/4294597900715819102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/4294597900715819102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-girls-check-this-out-it-caught-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RfJrPUNvCpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CbmqDXK9LP0/s72-c/cool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-3890271397125200171</id><published>2007-03-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:01:55.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>Ya what a life…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RfJlVUNvCoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SegFexcXpsM/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040202349858982530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RfJlVUNvCoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SegFexcXpsM/s320/shopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shop&lt;/span&gt; Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so feminine laaa??? Well it’s not specially when you carry heavy things and one shoulder goes lower then the other and your face looks grumpy but still it’s to far for you to go back to this one and only &lt;strong&gt;shopping mall in Muscat&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said “&lt;strong&gt;AW GO CHECK OUT THE NEW PART OF CITY CENTER (MUSCAT)&lt;/strong&gt;”. Now why would some one do some thing like that to me? The day of excitement came, walk up so early putting on my long black skirt going to work so early so I can make an escape around 10.00…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I’m there heading to the new section &lt;strong&gt;3aaaad wellla shops&lt;/strong&gt;, wallah never seen minds like Omani minds before. They literally opened center point with 4-5 different doors and they got those lousy ugly shops around and made this pig EFTETA7 “opening” then people went happy………………. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR WHAT???? CAN’T YOU SEE IT”S A TRAP?##*@!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I’ll still be going to dxb for my shopping so whom ever wants to join just hop in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-3890271397125200171?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/3890271397125200171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=3890271397125200171' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3890271397125200171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/3890271397125200171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/03/ya-what-life.html' title='Ya what a life…'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RfJlVUNvCoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SegFexcXpsM/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-1274179062725057173</id><published>2007-02-05T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:02:24.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><title type='text'>Sultan Qaboos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RccUq1B6NCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Em8LlzJt20M/s1600-h/My+sultan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028010235004597282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RccUq1B6NCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Em8LlzJt20M/s320/My+sultan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is to all &lt;em&gt;Omani&lt;/em&gt; lovers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-1274179062725057173?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/1274179062725057173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=1274179062725057173' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/1274179062725057173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/1274179062725057173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/02/sultan-quaboos.html' title='Sultan Qaboos'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RccUq1B6NCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Em8LlzJt20M/s72-c/My+sultan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-421765004894335922</id><published>2007-02-03T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:02:54.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><title type='text'>Sultanate Of Oman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RcTbelB6NBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xJwCASCmKdw/s1600-h/love+Oman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027384402434995218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RcTbelB6NBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xJwCASCmKdw/s320/love+Oman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Page Of History...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-421765004894335922?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/421765004894335922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=421765004894335922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/421765004894335922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/421765004894335922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/02/sultanate-of-oman.html' title='Sultanate Of Oman'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tc3W2PF6bcc/RcTbelB6NBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xJwCASCmKdw/s72-c/love+Oman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-6046153621987042774</id><published>2007-02-03T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:14:14.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just a day'/><title type='text'>I want to run away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was always told that I had sharp features and I’m a snob with an attitude that’s when I talk serious ( I can’t always keep on laughing, can I?) I really didn’t mind it until today when I came back home and my 58 year old nanny was bursting into tears (POOR WOMEN)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could swear for once I thought that her husband died then I remembered that she was a widow…Any ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sat, I changed, and I cleaned ignoring the fact that there is an old woman weeping. She lost hope and after all the mooning and crying she goes like ‘’’’Madam you no say good bye, you go work zalan?’’’’ (NO COMMENT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll leave the rest for you……..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-6046153621987042774?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/6046153621987042774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=6046153621987042774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6046153621987042774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6046153621987042774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-to-run-away.html' title='I want to run away'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-6816116904697382257</id><published>2007-01-27T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:00:19.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>"Are we friends"????</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a friend from the opposite sex whom you are claiming that he/her is ONLY a friend, but whom you are pretty much obsessed with??? He calls you all the time, you always hang out together, feel so lonely when he’s not around and some times you have  conversations with him that seem to be thinly-veiled discussions about how you are ultimately meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in this relationship, you will probably confess your undying love for him or her and/or try to hook up with them, &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt;. They will probably reject you, in a very dull way and your friendship will probably never be the same. (&lt;strong&gt;PITTY&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thinking about friends and wanting more, this is like asking your brother to be your father because you want more. Some people will think that this would be the best relation but once you lose your &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; friend you’ll notice that (OH it &lt;strong&gt;wasn’t&lt;/strong&gt; worth losing him for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in reality, this relationship &lt;strong&gt;isn’t&lt;/strong&gt; perfect at all, for a lot of reasons. It’s like your inventing a relationship in your head that doesn’t actually exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course, you’re probably not really listening to what I’m saying here because you want to believe that your relationship is different. (Which might be true). Either way, the point of this issue is that you &lt;strong&gt;CAN’T&lt;/strong&gt; keep being friends with someone and wanting to make out with him or her at the same time. It’s going to come to a breaking point, and you’re going to want to tell the other person how you feel. (DISATER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me it’s not that easy hooking your self with your best friend. Just stay with me for a bit and ask your self only three questions before you go on any ferther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;, is it worth it? Is it worth risking the friendship, which could very well be one of the best friendships you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;, would it be weird? Can you imagine expressing feelings with this person? This is probably not that scary. But can you imagine it??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally&lt;/strong&gt;, would it last? Does this have the potential to actually be a functional, lasting relationship, or would it devolve into a couple of hook ups that forever change the nature of your friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve answered these questions and you think it’s worth the risk, &lt;strong&gt;then I say go for it&lt;/strong&gt;. You might be lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my experience with this situation has been less than lucky. I’m a coward who thinks a lot before moving a cup from a place to another… So things went wrong as usual i ran away from the situation and NOW I'm trying to re-befriend my “friends” again. Hoping that one day he will get to realize that we were meant to be with each other (AS BEST FRIENDS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MY BEST FRIEND hope your feeling the same way too…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-6816116904697382257?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/6816116904697382257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=6816116904697382257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6816116904697382257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/6816116904697382257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-we-friends.html' title='&quot;Are we friends&quot;????'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697881251227780232.post-7097330080955423767</id><published>2006-11-27T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:15:39.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><title type='text'>I'm The Diva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now this will be my first page blogging, so wait for more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697881251227780232-7097330080955423767?l=elagante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/feeds/7097330080955423767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697881251227780232&amp;postID=7097330080955423767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/7097330080955423767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697881251227780232/posts/default/7097330080955423767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elagante.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-diva.html' title='I&apos;m The Diva'/><author><name>Elagante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830678033974816565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1160/207260894925266/180/z/460073/gse_multipart52780.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
