<?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-6472989184483379525</id><updated>2011-10-02T16:26:34.524+04:00</updated><category term='Feeling'/><category term='OmanAir'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Pic'/><category term='Moment'/><category term='Random..'/><category term='Engagement..'/><category term='Email...'/><category term='Random Identity..'/><category term='Life Identity..'/><category term='Tagged...'/><category term='&quot;Quoted&quot;'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Death'/><category term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><category term='Bithday'/><title type='text'>No identity..</title><subtitle type='html'>I get new identity everyday... therefore i have no identity...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-2633301274557047176</id><published>2011-09-25T23:16:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:16:20.978+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged...'/><title type='text'>The Alphabet Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8LMU8Il1SHY/Tn99_iR41rI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Wgay3LcX5ag/s1600-h/draft_lens7050812module57851622photo_1254756228alphabet-letters%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="draft_lens7050812module57851622photo_1254756228alphabet-letters" border="0" alt="draft_lens7050812module57851622photo_1254756228alphabet-letters" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9l7k5wh21Zk/Tn9-AtiWx7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/A7_IDCmaiz4/draft_lens7050812module57851622photo_1254756228alphabet-letters_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tagged by Stand – Alone ..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its been awhile since I've done a tag.. this was fun =D    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Available:&lt;/strong&gt; Married     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 30     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Animals:&lt;/strong&gt; Far far away and no touch…     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B      &lt;br /&gt;– Beer:&lt;/strong&gt; Not in my dictionary     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Best friends: &lt;/strong&gt;I have three     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Body Part on opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt; Shoulders and chest     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Best feeling in the world:&lt;/strong&gt; Kicks of my baby inside my belly     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Best weather:&lt;/strong&gt; Spring     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Been in Love: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Been on stage: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;– Believe in Magic:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Believe in Santa: &lt;/strong&gt;No     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Brand:&lt;/strong&gt; All are my friends     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C      &lt;br /&gt;– Candy:&lt;/strong&gt; YES PELASE for sure..&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;– Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Red     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Chocolate/Vanilla:&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolate Indeed and all the time     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Chinese/Indian/Italian: &lt;/strong&gt;Chinese is my favorite     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Cake or pie:&lt;/strong&gt; Cake     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Cheese:&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE LOVE LOVE cheese     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D      &lt;br /&gt;– Day or Night: &lt;/strong&gt;Hmm, I am not sure.. it depends on the activity     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Dancing in the rain:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure, I could try it one day     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E      &lt;br /&gt;– Eyes:&lt;/strong&gt; Black     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Ever failed a class:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes (one subject at university)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Enemies:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't care     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Exercise:&lt;/strong&gt; Naaaa not my thing at all&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F      &lt;br /&gt;– First thoughts waking up:&lt;/strong&gt; I am hungry&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Food: &lt;/strong&gt;Like to try new dishes all the time     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G      &lt;br /&gt;– Greatest Fear:&lt;/strong&gt; Something to happen to my unborn baby     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Get along with your parents: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H      &lt;br /&gt;– Hair Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Black     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Happy: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes alhamdullah, cold not ask for more at this moment     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Holiday:&lt;/strong&gt; I need one after I deliver my baby     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I      &lt;br /&gt;– Ice Cream:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure any time, especially now with my pregnancy     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J      &lt;br /&gt;– Jewelry:&lt;/strong&gt; White gold and diamond     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Job: &lt;/strong&gt;Need to change mine     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K      &lt;br /&gt;– Kids:&lt;/strong&gt; Cant wait     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Kickboxing or karate: &lt;/strong&gt;karate     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Keep a journal:&lt;/strong&gt; I keep a blog     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L      &lt;br /&gt;– Love:&lt;/strong&gt; is all around&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Laughed so hard you cried:&lt;/strong&gt; many times     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M      &lt;br /&gt;- Milk flavor:&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Movies:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, its the ultimate best time     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Motion sickness:&lt;/strong&gt; 50/50&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;N       &lt;br /&gt;– Number: &lt;/strong&gt;24     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O      &lt;br /&gt;– One wish:&lt;/strong&gt; Safe delivery inshallah     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P      &lt;br /&gt;– Perfect Pizza:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't have one     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Pepsi/Coke:&lt;/strong&gt; Coke     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Perfume/Cologne:&lt;/strong&gt; both     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q      &lt;br /&gt;– Quail: &lt;/strong&gt;moo tha?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R      &lt;br /&gt;– Reason to cry: &lt;/strong&gt;Many     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Reality T.V:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing is reality when its on TV&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Radio Station:&lt;/strong&gt; 102.7 (Hala FM)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S      &lt;br /&gt;– Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Depends on the mood&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Shoe size: &lt;/strong&gt;39 -40     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Salad Dressing:&lt;/strong&gt; Italian.. my mother’s home&amp;#160; mad dressing&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;– Skinny dip:&lt;/strong&gt; Haa?!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Strawberries/Blueberries:&lt;/strong&gt; Strawberries     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Sport:&lt;/strong&gt; Not my thing     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sex:&lt;/strong&gt; Forbidden topic     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T      &lt;br /&gt;– Tattoos:&lt;/strong&gt; Its an art, but not for me&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Thunderstorms:&lt;/strong&gt; make me scarred&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U      &lt;br /&gt;– Unpredictable:&lt;/strong&gt; Most of the time     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V      &lt;br /&gt;– Vacation spot(s):&lt;/strong&gt; A cruise     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W      &lt;br /&gt;– Weakness:&lt;/strong&gt; I am not sure     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Who makes you laugh the most: &lt;/strong&gt;a lot of people&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;– Worst Weather:&lt;/strong&gt; Hot     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X      &lt;br /&gt;– X-Rays: &lt;/strong&gt;yes, I had lots of them     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y      &lt;br /&gt;-Year it is now:&lt;/strong&gt; 2011     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Yellow:&lt;/strong&gt; Reminds me of an old friend and its my hubby worst color&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z      &lt;br /&gt;– Zoo animal:&lt;/strong&gt; Not a fan of zoo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-2633301274557047176?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2633301274557047176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/09/alphabet-tag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2633301274557047176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2633301274557047176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/09/alphabet-tag.html' title='The Alphabet Tag'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9l7k5wh21Zk/Tn9-AtiWx7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/A7_IDCmaiz4/s72-c/draft_lens7050812module57851622photo_1254756228alphabet-letters_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-7402177567603916271</id><published>2011-09-20T09:51:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:32:32.632+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Week 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3C09d_MyRKI/TnmEfKZsetI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dUx4a3Yr9-o/s1600/fetal_dev_31_weeks_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654696478043306706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3C09d_MyRKI/TnmEfKZsetI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dUx4a3Yr9-o/s320/fetal_dev_31_weeks_sml.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week my baby is over 16 inches long, weighs about 3.3 pound and is heading into grwth spurt. He can turn his head from side to side, his arms, legs and body are becoming to pump out as needed fat accumulates underneath his skin.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He's moving a lot too so sometimes i have trouble sleeping becouse of his kicks. But indeed all this moving is a sign that my baby is active and healthy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now I feel my tummy more tightening, extremly haveir and my whole body is in pain.. It feels like i did workout after a long break and the next day my body is in pain..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think i am starting to counting down and cant wait for my delivey, but i pray my coming weeks will be better.. Alhamdullah, hubby n mother are just great suppot and make me stronger.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My temper is becoming high, i get upset easly and could start showting in no time.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-7402177567603916271?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7402177567603916271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-31.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7402177567603916271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7402177567603916271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-31.html' title='Week 31'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3C09d_MyRKI/TnmEfKZsetI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dUx4a3Yr9-o/s72-c/fetal_dev_31_weeks_sml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5370308078839139331</id><published>2011-09-15T11:46:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:46:53.199+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>30 Weeks…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am exactly 30wk and 2days…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZVKcI7aaJgc/TnGtVh9vkYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ybAvpeXySI0/s1600-h/Muscat-20110914-00125%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Muscat-20110914-00125" border="0" alt="Muscat-20110914-00125" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ezaO79GkXiY/TnGtWoQ7-5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/aVjxSPMk7sI/Muscat-20110914-00125_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alhamdullah all is well and my baby is kicking like he is hell asking to get out soon… he moves when i eat, set, shower and mostly when i sleep… as if he decide to be awake and play when i decide to sleep… Naughty Baby &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My last visit to the doctor was yesterday, ohh yea i did change my doctor…. was not happy with the first one no more… my new doctor is so lovely and friendly…&amp;#160; She welcomes all my question and answers them very happily. And at the visit we hade a 3D baby scan, it was the most joyful one, we saw his face features, opened his eyes, played with his fingers in front of his face and did want to put them on his mouth…. I felt like he was sooo enjoying and playing by himself telling us i am here and cant wait to see you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ld2D8U7Db3c/TnGtXd4V5BI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6Kx2o-QjlI0/s1600-h/DSC02694%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC02694" border="0" alt="DSC02694" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-u-GrQXc78Eo/TnGtYrYqS4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/6tcevcPbDu8/DSC02694_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the 6th September, i must mentioned the lovely surprised baby shower i had… which was organized by Standy, Nusy, um aryam and other friends… Thanks a bunch to all of you, love you all and you really surprised me… May allah keep us together and forever… It was amazing ….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-N7LGmjVFu74/TnGtZ66u3BI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FkS77_01vrQ/s1600-h/DSC02697%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC02697" border="0" alt="DSC02697" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CgZQTvSw_2Y/TnGtaqUcAfI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GeaNSfxqYD0/DSC02697_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess this is all for now, need to rush to get my baby hospital bag ready…. be happy and stay tuned..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;With Love… No ID &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5370308078839139331?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5370308078839139331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/09/30-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5370308078839139331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5370308078839139331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/09/30-weeks.html' title='30 Weeks…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ezaO79GkXiY/TnGtWoQ7-5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/aVjxSPMk7sI/s72-c/Muscat-20110914-00125_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-170208006685896004</id><published>2011-09-15T11:06:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:06:19.447+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid alfitr 1432</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8wSGQndNopg/TnGj3vXWpCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/EsPYvdvvlV8/s1600-h/eid%252520sickness%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="eid sickness" border="0" alt="eid sickness" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Q-9AcUD1X3E/TnGj4SBhtZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VRJOgIFf93Q/eid%252520sickness_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Marahib, this was my first eid after marriage n was so looking forward to it... First day morning was amazing every thing went well though we got late... But I am sure will schedule it better next time...    &lt;br /&gt;Just by lunch time started ti feel sick and by the evening I got serious, my tummy was sooo upset and starting vomiting&amp;#160; n ishal mal bel zain.. It continue till next day where by six was totally weak n could not stand ... Went to hospital, gave me one injection n two type of drips... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;By end of it, was sooo sleepy as if was under drugs...&amp;#160;&amp;#160; spend the day sleeping n resting till evening, we went to the BBQ had a blast n just by night started to feel pain on my lower part of belly, got scarred of my baby n by the next morning I was at the ER.. Got immediate attention n they found I had infection in my urine n alhamdullah the baby is perfectly fine.. Third day by lunch... I felt better n we had our lunch at my grand's ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wAIp_gzkNhA/TnGj5geatmI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XwAFrTNpEIk/s1600-h/Al%252520Bustan%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Al Bustan" border="0" alt="Al Bustan" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fEGwm5eE98w/TnGj6fXa6VI/AAAAAAAAAWU/57v7qlz44-A/Al%252520Bustan_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next day, really felt wanting to go out n my hubby took me to amazing romantic dinner at Al Bustan Palace Hotel.. Where we had great memories of our weeding day.. Lovely dinner it was.. It mad me forget all the illness I had... Ammmmouah love you my hubby.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is just about it n how I spend my eid.. Hope u all did enjoy yours more then I did ..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-170208006685896004?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/170208006685896004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/09/eid-alfitr-1432.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/170208006685896004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/170208006685896004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/09/eid-alfitr-1432.html' title='Eid alfitr 1432'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Q-9AcUD1X3E/TnGj4SBhtZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VRJOgIFf93Q/s72-c/eid%252520sickness_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-1374395420109470007</id><published>2011-08-26T13:57:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T09:27:37.703+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramathan and Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my god, this post is very very late…. But I should blame my extreme laziness, I am not sure if its because of fasting while pregnant or the weather as well, as I see this laziness with everyone this ramathan..&lt;br /&gt;First I was scared I would not be able to fast, but Alhamdulillah so far I did not miss a day and it became easier than I thought… it was actually hard at first till my system got used to it… But I became useless once I finish my iftar, I feel extremely heavy and just can't move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost done with my 27th week pregnancy, and my belly is just getting bigger and moving on bed harder .. Some nights I sleep for two hours and some are just sleepless nights.. Everyone keep telling me to have maximum rest/sleep before delivery but what if I just can't sleep though I am on bed early.. Hey ppl, it's not my option that I can't sleep ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work became yelawa3 more day by day, it could be pregnancy hormone but its just make me seriously thinking of having long unpaid leave after delivery, menha I'll take care of my baby inshallah and menha I'll be focusing on my business campaign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's 25th of ramathan today... Which is my hijri birthday... Yea I was Bourn in July / ramathan ... Where they say this cycle happens every 30 years.. Which means 30 years back was the last time ramathan in summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid is approaching next week, and we are having long holiday inshallah ... I need to think of some plans to do.. Hmmmmm (will think of some thing to do with my hubby) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am alhamdullah ready for eid... Outfit, accessories and shoes are done... I just need to pick my mom's eid gift n pick my hubby 's gift from the rapping girl and I am set....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday will be starting my saloon appointments from head to tows... Spool looking forward for this full body service n relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid for all my readers in advance, hope you all have a great one ...&lt;br /&gt;With love from No ID... xxx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-1374395420109470007?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1374395420109470007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramathan-and-pregnancy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1374395420109470007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1374395420109470007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramathan-and-pregnancy.html' title='Ramathan and Pregnancy'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-7432557556445600390</id><published>2011-08-03T08:22:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T08:22:46.463+04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Years…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I completed 30 years, it was a hell of a wakeup call.. I can't believe I am 30 already... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Looking back many I went throw, breaks which mad me stronger.. Pains which mad me happier.. People were close n disappeared other were strange n became close.. And there are those special people who were n remind in my life in health n illness, in good n bad times and will never change... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I finished my school and joined university in UK, where I had the best experience... 6ab3an more educated n earned my bachelor but more than that learned the best life lesson of being matured, self responsible n mingle with deferent ppl in culture, experience and background... Loved those days... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joined my company in April 2005, and now have completed six years and already successfully promoted twice and changed my role once.. Now I am starting my plan to exit n focus on my business .... Inshallah the sooonest... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh yea... I did find my extreme passionate in weddings and organizing therefore I decided to take it as a business... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got married this year to an amazing man... He shows me everyday that I did the right choice... Loving, caring, respecting n more more qualities which showers me in every single moment together... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now I am pregnant with my first baby, when I first received the news ... I was in a shock,&amp;#160; could not know how to react but I am sure its the most great thing could ever happen to a women... It's a dream we all have since we were kids n playing with dolls..&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Can't wait to see you my baby... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't feel old, I just feel Great, Happy n more matured ...&amp;#160; Proud for who I am n what I have .... Family, husband, friends n knowledge ....&amp;#160; And it's just the beginning YaHoooooo……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love you all and Mubarak 3alekom Ramathan…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-7432557556445600390?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7432557556445600390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7432557556445600390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7432557556445600390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-years.html' title='30 Years…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-8632234783504768264</id><published>2011-07-26T11:49:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:54:28.348+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Hit 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUw-TSPp2hc/Ti5xqzRQZ8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/kmYJ8WXD_mE/s1600/30.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633565164018100162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUw-TSPp2hc/Ti5xqzRQZ8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/kmYJ8WXD_mE/s320/30.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Hey .... I am offically 30..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not 30s just 30... and the world is still fun..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-8632234783504768264?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8632234783504768264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/07/hit-30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8632234783504768264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8632234783504768264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/07/hit-30.html' title='Hit 30'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUw-TSPp2hc/Ti5xqzRQZ8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/kmYJ8WXD_mE/s72-c/30.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-7200739386404351957</id><published>2011-07-23T18:20:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:50:15.859+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Week 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmke4gUscrU/TivAaryaQfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vYm6_xNQnLQ/s1600/fetal_dev_21_weeks_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632807323620229618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmke4gUscrU/TivAaryaQfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vYm6_xNQnLQ/s320/fetal_dev_21_weeks_sml.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltyjhMfwK4A/TivABqeNHNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UqhG9iQ-tOE/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0b6029;"&gt;Nothing much on this week, except my baby become more n more active ... And he sound so ticklish especially when I lay down.. Ohhh I am sooo enjoying this moments... But the funny part is my husband scared from him... He is so sensitive when it comes to the baby n when I try keep him fell the baby moves he jumbs away.... LoooooL he extremely made me laugh n it was his last time so far .... He avoids carrying babys scared that it will hurt him in some ways ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband never carried a baby... Yea he is from that type... Although I think he will be excited to level he WILL carry our little one for sure... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-7200739386404351957?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7200739386404351957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-21_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7200739386404351957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7200739386404351957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-21_23.html' title='Week 21'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmke4gUscrU/TivAaryaQfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vYm6_xNQnLQ/s72-c/fetal_dev_21_weeks_sml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5149258996811427854</id><published>2011-07-20T08:17:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:06:22.483+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Week 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sc-nl9ZqeuY/TiaodGfZpXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/bvKoByfLUxE/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631373601985373554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sc-nl9ZqeuY/TiaodGfZpXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/bvKoByfLUxE/s320/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On that week I successfully hit half way on my pregnancy... Yahooo Mbroook to No identity.. I started to feel my baby is moving n it felt like bubbles inside my belly and it was the most amazing feeling ever.. So loving it .. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullah all the morning sickness started to vanish but my night sleeping is becoming more difficult every day, therefore I had to do lots of research on the best way pregnant women can relax.. I did find some helpful videos on you tupe and of course using tips from baby center was great.. Therefore started my special long pillow hunting.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, getting out of bed is harder than ever! I had to roll over onto my side so am facing the edge of the bed, dungle my legs over the side and use my arms to push myself into a sitting position. plant my feet squarely on the floor and then stand up... weeeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cancelling our trip away my hubby suggested to not cancel our leave and he took me to Dubai for three nights.. it was our first trip to dubai together n we really enjoyed it to the maaaax.. alhamdullah.. The great part was when I started to shop for my little one, you cant imagine how crazy I was when seeing all nice small shoes and socks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, I decided to pick a baby yellow for the baby welcome theme (my junckle family) available at mothercare.. and i did find the most relaxing pillow for pregnant women ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we hit abuthabi to see his family who are leaving there and wished them a happy ramathan to come inshallah n 6ab3an they were all happy to see my little belly ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5149258996811427854?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5149258996811427854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5149258996811427854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5149258996811427854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-20.html' title='Week 20'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sc-nl9ZqeuY/TiaodGfZpXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/bvKoByfLUxE/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4509061371480070439</id><published>2011-07-02T12:34:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T12:34:34.027+04:00</updated><title type='text'>28th June 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MOhm446OacE/Tg7YFfPF8SI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qiLI9ds1rWo/s1600-h/week19%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="week19" border="0" alt="week19" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-h8Br4YwyjMs/Tg7YGN9BwyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/trLeWyL4Xs8/week19_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now I am week 19, this visit to my Dr was shocking…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;She confirmed that I have placenta previa which means that my placenta is laying unusually low in my uterus. She did mention that at last visit but with my progress in my pregnancy it may lead to some complication of high risk bleeding or c-section delivery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I could not get the how risky it is (as most of our Drs this days make everything sound easy) until she totally prevent me from travelling, here when me and my husband looked at each other with a slap on the face… it was totally not expected as we had no issues in all previous checkup plus we already had the plan and purchase our ticket for eight days get away after one week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I totally blame her, she could have explained more what placenta previa especially it's my first pregnancy, and maybe it would at least prevent us from losing a good amount of money for non refundable tickets and energy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, other than that.. My baby is healthy, perfectly growing and very active although I still can't sense its movements yet… while he dose move a lot looking into his ultrasound… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the side my Dr's orders:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Reconfirmed my delivery date is 22.11.11&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Not to be strongly active and have a maximum time laying down&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4509061371480070439?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4509061371480070439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/07/28th-june-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4509061371480070439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4509061371480070439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/07/28th-june-2011.html' title='28th June 2011'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-h8Br4YwyjMs/Tg7YGN9BwyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/trLeWyL4Xs8/s72-c/week19_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-2707493445606768125</id><published>2011-06-26T08:45:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T09:29:20.234+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>Small Picture .... (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ft1XItEDlI/TgbCu3YPm3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/yRxyF1MICQY/s1600/preg_winter_424x302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622395295214050162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ft1XItEDlI/TgbCu3YPm3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/yRxyF1MICQY/s320/preg_winter_424x302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that was my unborn baby's scan picture I was talking about last post, yaaaaaay yes i am pregnang and i am soooo happy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though it was not expected and made me in shock for the first few weeks BUT now i lay down and enjoy each moment of it ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The third time i went for my monthly checkup, the scan was 3D and we were able to see his face, full body it was ammmmazing, loving him already... I looked into my hubby's face "I cant wait to see him" I said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was sooo kicking his hands and feet, sooo cute and my Dr. "very active baby" she said... I guess his going to be a very naughty one ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cant express how happy I am, with all the side effects of mood swings and body changes but i just sit some time with my hands on my little belly and get into my own world... thinking how i am a mother to be and how would spend my time with him, change his cloths, do his bath, feed him and for sure have lees sleeping night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I am on week 18, and will try to post each week progress from now on and for sure will post my baby's little scan picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cant wait to see you my baby ohhh cant believe it, No Identity is becoming a mmummy sooon Inshallah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-2707493445606768125?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2707493445606768125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/06/small-picture-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2707493445606768125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2707493445606768125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/06/small-picture-2.html' title='Small Picture .... (2)'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ft1XItEDlI/TgbCu3YPm3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/yRxyF1MICQY/s72-c/preg_winter_424x302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4751624609594854369</id><published>2011-05-30T09:48:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T09:58:34.640+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random..'/><title type='text'>Small Picture... (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7UAUFDNVOg/TeMxtRj1w-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/R9wmAEbKvbI/s1600/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612384214511371234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7UAUFDNVOg/TeMxtRj1w-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/R9wmAEbKvbI/s320/shadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day I saw you picture for the first time, you immediately put a big smile on my face....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your Picture was too small and your facial appearance are not that clear BUT it only made me can't wait to see you in person, can't wait for your next picture which you promised to send....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOVE YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4751624609594854369?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4751624609594854369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/05/small-picture-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4751624609594854369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4751624609594854369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/05/small-picture-1.html' title='Small Picture... (1)'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7UAUFDNVOg/TeMxtRj1w-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/R9wmAEbKvbI/s72-c/shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4424284812821837133</id><published>2011-04-05T10:01:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:03:12.561+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random..'/><title type='text'>Protect Your Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pfWGoLj1JCM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4424284812821837133?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4424284812821837133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/04/protect-your-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4424284812821837133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4424284812821837133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/04/protect-your-dream.html' title='Protect Your Dream...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pfWGoLj1JCM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-1136369017917758410</id><published>2011-03-30T09:48:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:31:28.379+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engagement..'/><title type='text'>Engagement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now after the proposal, whats needed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Guess You Need a RING, my fience calls and tells me: "i am not really good in these things.. so for now and as i still dont know your test, plz have a look and choose your ring"... I was WOW excellent idea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After few days, i heard about a jewelry exhibition for an Omani leady who have home diamond business... She usually have great designs and for sure cheaper than the market... 6ab3an she was guaranteed with her staff to be real diamond.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And instantly after i reached her place, I fall in love with her great designs and i got together with my wedding ring... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591238894570875682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgvX7fMVSkY/TZgSJqU-qyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JJLgYWPELUI/s320/silver%2Bring.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that was not the story, later and just few weeks before my wedding day, my mother in law calls my mother asking for my ring size... and I was HAA? specifying the wedding ring finger size.. ?!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a shock, then asked hubby and his reply was "hey habibti, laa they dont know i got it for you already... their plan was to choose for you... just ignore you will have one more" .... !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591239319986925586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5oUbgyskUY/TZgSibIEcBI/AAAAAAAAAUs/mZGV5bsCx1A/s320/gold%2Bring.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here you go.. No identity have two wedding rings ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.C. I dont like the fact there is no speel check on blogger.com ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.C. I like the face one is Gold and one is Silver ... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-1136369017917758410?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1136369017917758410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/03/engagement.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1136369017917758410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1136369017917758410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/03/engagement.html' title='Engagement...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgvX7fMVSkY/TZgSJqU-qyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JJLgYWPELUI/s72-c/silver%2Bring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-2925652559878016270</id><published>2011-03-14T13:54:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:09:04.282+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWexV_an9hk/TX3pD_3Wa-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Aj7nGU3wgko/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583875367901752290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWexV_an9hk/TX3pD_3Wa-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Aj7nGU3wgko/s320/Picture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heeeeey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to posting... I have not post for ages and I am sooooooo missing it..&lt;br /&gt;And the rezone I was away is becouse got soooo busy with my wedding....&lt;br /&gt;Yea RIGHT, I GOT MARRIED on the 4th of Februray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not post since the minit i got engaged and even more before that... but I have looooooots of topics which I would love to share, some about my engagement, my wedding and more about my new life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope will not loooose this 7amaaaaas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love to ALL.... BE WAITING for my new stories ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-2925652559878016270?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2925652559878016270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/03/back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2925652559878016270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2925652559878016270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2011/03/back.html' title='Back...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWexV_an9hk/TX3pD_3Wa-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Aj7nGU3wgko/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5777185529597052263</id><published>2010-09-11T12:51:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:51:10.895+04:00</updated><title type='text'>في ذكرى موتانا و موتى المسلمين</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;سيأتي العيد وما زالت قلوبنا مفجوعه برحيلهم    &lt;br /&gt;فإجعل اللهم عيدهم في الفردوس الأعلى بقدرتك ورحمتك التي وسعت كل شي     &lt;br /&gt;وإرحم من كانوا معنا بالأعياد الماضية ولن يرجعوا ليكونوا معنا     &lt;br /&gt;اللهم إغفر لخالتي عائشه ولجميع موتى المسلمين وإشفع لهم وأسكنهم فسيح جناتك     &lt;br /&gt;اللهم آمين     &lt;br /&gt;وكل عام وأنتم بألف صحة وعافية&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5777185529597052263?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5777185529597052263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5777185529597052263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5777185529597052263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='في ذكرى موتانا و موتى المسلمين'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4044348818396068258</id><published>2010-09-02T00:22:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:23:24.149+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Downs of Deep Moments…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/75/black-and-white.jpg" width="519" height="519" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally I am able to pick my parts together and pull myself to be sitting here and writing again… Looking back I don’t believe how much of ups and downs I went through… this post is really much related to the previous one…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, let me tell you… When I posted "Are you ready?" My mum's older sister was on bed straggling with her illness and by 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; April 2010 we tragedy lost her… I got the news over the phone can't forget the moment, it was 10am and I was with mum at the hospital as she was hospitalized and operated on the previous day. She was still under 48 hrs observation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Could you get it, could you get the pressure… I had to hide the news from mum, handle the tragedy and yet act normal and make sure all do not tell her.. She was more than a sister to mum.. She was a mother to her… and she was as a second mother to me as well… She was just amazing … &lt;b&gt;Allah yer7amha we yagamed ro7ha el gana inshallah..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t remember crying… On the same afternoon, she was moved to her private room, doctors advised not to be told as her pressure was not yet stable… On the next day night her brother and sister came to tell her… we were four in the room and my heart start fasting… I could even hear the bits… I could not imagine how she could take the news…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alhamdullah, she was strong and my uncle did his assignment in the best level anyone could do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sorry.. I must stop by now, hope will come back soon to complete the downs I went through… Miss you my readers, hope you are still there and I am still remembered…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TO BE CONTINUED… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4044348818396068258?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4044348818396068258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/09/downs-of-deep-moments.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4044348818396068258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4044348818396068258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/09/downs-of-deep-moments.html' title='Downs of Deep Moments…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-8885167573772086840</id><published>2010-02-15T22:58:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:59:16.110+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ever since I hear that someone is in a serious health condition, I get myself into emotional and mental readiness of the possibility to lose that person…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is that normal behavior, dose anyone go through that out there?… I find it so weird, I even imagine how life will be if I lose my family, friends anyone… it could be a person who is currently in a complete good health. Some times its comes from what others around me go through, for example; I was just visiting a girl who I work with and just lost her mum last week, after I left, kept thinking and imagine myself being in her shoe it felt like keeping myself ready if this might happen one day…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum could be sooo concerned from her relatives who go through illness, and I will come… telling myself if he/she die, then it's their time… we all are going to die one day…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will you call my thoughts strange again? Sometimes I can't believe myself saying that… I am not sure if it's coming from the fact of being Muslim OR from being a cold sole… Or maybe just being rational… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really confused, I am not sure how disturbing emotionally I become when these thoughts cross my mind… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, I know one thing… No one could ever be ready of death, not around not ourselves… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-8885167573772086840?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8885167573772086840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-ready.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8885167573772086840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8885167573772086840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-3121176901723568531</id><published>2010-02-13T00:01:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:01:38.373+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Blogy…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S3WznJqGzGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TYYP5OBCcT8/s1600-h/cupcake-with-one-candle%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="cupcake-with-one-candle" border="0" alt="cupcake-with-one-candle" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S3WzoMuDBPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/e-yNlnIA1rk/cupcake-with-one-candle_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its already one year… Happy Birthday my Baby Blogy…&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-3121176901723568531?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3121176901723568531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-my-blogy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3121176901723568531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3121176901723568531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-my-blogy.html' title='Happy Birthday My Blogy…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S3WzoMuDBPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/e-yNlnIA1rk/s72-c/cupcake-with-one-candle_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6486158691769964544</id><published>2010-02-07T22:54:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:54:09.797+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your talent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S28MTPS-1XI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kbW9-ieWEZ4/s1600-h/ist2_3139917_wedding_rings_3d%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ist2_3139917_wedding_rings_3d" border="0" alt="ist2_3139917_wedding_rings_3d" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S28MUIO3QiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/SBaufXDBCZ0/ist2_3139917_wedding_rings_3d_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="215" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been spending the last four days asking myself the above question.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; I decided long time back that I don’t want to be employed forever… therefore, I have no time and need to start like NOW… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then the question popped, trying to know what the thing I enjoy the most…I wana enjoy and love whatever I will be doing… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know I love everything to do with colors, I am a certified makeup artist… decoration is another thing I love to do… Hmmmm, so where do these things drive too?! … Still not sure!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then by yesterday, I decided to ask my close friends and family? What will be my talented?... Unique, identify No identity?! …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The answer of 100% of them so far was:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You are very good with organizing; you have done some family events and you were very detailed and could take an event from A to Z… You are very much into colors and have a good test of merging them…. &amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some added, &amp;quot;You could defiantly be events organizer&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then it clicked, I love weddings… love every detail of them… It was a long time back dream to be a wedding planner… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I guess I found my talent, What's yours?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6486158691769964544?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6486158691769964544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-your-talent.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6486158691769964544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6486158691769964544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-your-talent.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your talent?'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S28MUIO3QiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/SBaufXDBCZ0/s72-c/ist2_3139917_wedding_rings_3d_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4444731886938364567</id><published>2010-02-01T22:43:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:43:43.384+04:00</updated><title type='text'>January Review…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh, its been one month since last I update here… dust are everywhere…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;January was so events full, to the level I could not have moment to write, I hardly was even reading any post… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let me review the most events happened:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Beginning two weeks was extremely busy planning for Standy's Bridal Shower, the party was amazing and I had the below cake as a surprise, though sadly she got to see it when it was delivered… how the bride during the party keep opening the door… just can't GET IT … ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cgpPr1BOI/AAAAAAAAATM/98ZmHjJ-I4s/s1600-h/bridal-shower-cake-pictures-15%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bridal-shower-cake-pictures-15" border="0" alt="bridal-shower-cake-pictures-15" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cgqNAFNuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/C03A536OKSs/bridal-shower-cake-pictures-15_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="127" height="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cgq6FjazI/AAAAAAAAATU/krylHNsl7i4/s1600-h/18362_403016070631_854440631_10369088_191615_s%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="18362_403016070631_854440631_10369088_191615_s" border="0" alt="18362_403016070631_854440631_10369088_191615_s" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cgr99NHmI/AAAAAAAAATY/dLc6B6EDzes/18362_403016070631_854440631_10369088_191615_s_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="134" height="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. A trip to Khalowf, well the plan started with camping trip which shifted to a stay over in a small shade next to the beach, the weather was amaaazing and below is the view from the living room which is attached to the kitchen. A huge window through the whole sea side of the house…. The whole family had a blast but unfortunately mum could not make to the trip…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cgt45ahZI/AAAAAAAAATc/pAoeLk376AI/s1600-h/DSC00796%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC00796" border="0" alt="DSC00796" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cguxmOVTI/AAAAAAAAATg/BVcCaCmEAXc/DSC00796_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cgwynFdnI/AAAAAAAAATk/F-HeiqJPUZk/s1600-h/DSC00839%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC00839" border="0" alt="DSC00839" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cgyqBxRuI/AAAAAAAAATo/MAKSEUdNgf8/DSC00839_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. Then came the big day, Standy's weeding … she looked ammmazing and her entrance was the best… Standy so feminine… Can you imagine!!?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cg2Vv_7oI/AAAAAAAAATs/GL2xrVZY1nI/s1600-h/DSC00908%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC00908" border="0" alt="DSC00908" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cg3X9alaI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZOH1xjP5cgg/DSC00908_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Mum had to leave to Thailand, as her sister still in treatment over there, they had to admit her to the hospital and mum got really worried… then she made the decision to spend some days with her, then 6ab3an I stay home almost alone… and sometimes it becomes sooo boring… and to avoid that, spent most of the time out, and got the chance to finish all my pending errands… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. The last week of Jan, the environment at work sucks… everything became upside down, nothing organized and my boos was just *No expression* … just speechless, hoping this month things will get more in truck… I should put more afford to finalized my targets of this year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At the end of today's post… Praying allah yeshfe 5alfti we yeraga3ha salma inshallah amen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4444731886938364567?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4444731886938364567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/02/january-review.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4444731886938364567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4444731886938364567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/02/january-review.html' title='January Review…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/S2cgqNAFNuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/C03A536OKSs/s72-c/bridal-shower-cake-pictures-15_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-1722679762151728814</id><published>2010-01-01T23:04:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:04:47.570+04:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-01-01</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sz5HSTxjpmI/AAAAAAAAATE/rrKfKYXTwQ8/s1600-h/ist2_9657310-happy-new-year-2010%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="ist2_9657310-happy-new-year-2010" border="0" alt="ist2_9657310-happy-new-year-2010" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sz5HTaCia1I/AAAAAAAAATI/2AkyKHRta9g/ist2_9657310-happy-new-year-2010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today we start a new year and it's more like a new decade… It’s the time you hear… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are your New Year resolutions?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are your plans for the New Year?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What what's bla bla bla ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This New Year, I demand no changes…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want to be the same person I am proud of; I want nothing from the crowd around… I want to have the same friends, and will never wish to change the amazing family I have… I don’t want to change my weight, look, home, job or nothing… No changes are required including my marital status…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To all who stamp the knife on my back… walk away or attempted any harm to me, I no longer need your apology… the pain became part of me and what does not kill make a stronger person… I take this occasion to say thank you for all the pain you directly or indirectly, intentionally or not intentionally caused be you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will not open a new page, write in a new book, or forget all the painful memories… these memories, pages and stories are part of me; they are the rezones of who I am today…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As much as I don’t need apology, I no longer will wait thankfulness for any good I do, I'll keep throwing my favors to the sea… I will keep closing all my ears; as I don’t need to hear any criticism for the way I look, clothes I were, places I go or even the friends I have… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am who I am… yesterday, today and tomorrow… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy New Year…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-1722679762151728814?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1722679762151728814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-01-01.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1722679762151728814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1722679762151728814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-01-01.html' title='2010-01-01'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sz5HTaCia1I/AAAAAAAAATI/2AkyKHRta9g/s72-c/ist2_9657310-happy-new-year-2010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-533894907231369881</id><published>2009-12-26T20:00:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:00:30.252+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to Stand Alone~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now I go to visit &lt;a href="http://stand-alone7.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;STANDY&lt;/a&gt;… and what I see is … no wait wait I better show it to you… ;) see below…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SzYzAaY-q7I/AAAAAAAAASs/oVrxZJpujUk/s1600-h/standy%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="standy" border="0" alt="standy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SzYzBlXUKBI/AAAAAAAAASw/jLixcEVEymc/standy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="107" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I cant believe it, is thaaaaat much she is obsessed of her identity …. Loooool ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SzYzDi09U4I/AAAAAAAAAS0/oZBhI6HT-Yk/s1600-h/cuppies%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="cuppies" border="0" alt="cuppies" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SzYzEwOYB7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/QLgVkdsHAVs/cuppies_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But the great part is I get to eat the Bahraini Cup Cakes by &lt;a href="http://nosa85.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nosa&lt;/a&gt;… Hmmmmmmmm the were amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing … I want I want more ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SzYzFwlRSgI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sg5OBSmMf6M/s1600-h/i%20ate%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="i ate" border="0" alt="i ate" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SzYzHOkuuZI/AAAAAAAAATA/xJf-Cp-m9xg/i%20ate_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="198" height="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I ate the above two, 6ab3an she had to SHARE it with me …. Next time&amp;#160; i will order them and will hide it from you Standy ;)&amp;#160; …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tks for the treat anyway ;) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-533894907231369881?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/533894907231369881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/visit-to-stand-alone.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/533894907231369881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/533894907231369881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/visit-to-stand-alone.html' title='A Visit to Stand Alone~'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SzYzBlXUKBI/AAAAAAAAASw/jLixcEVEymc/s72-c/standy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-2143038453415180478</id><published>2009-12-20T23:20:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:20:59.829+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Desperately wana watch Desperate Housewives.. People fancy food I fancy series …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy54zu_QClI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-q4itK5e6TU/s1600-h/first%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="first" border="0" alt="first" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy5407YSoLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QGjtUBlpgV0/first_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="173" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy543WJ2ESI/AAAAAAAAASA/BgLLiOiW4GI/s1600-h/Seconf%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Seconf" border="0" alt="Seconf" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy544xN_WQI/AAAAAAAAASE/1v8dqT0ZbgU/Seconf_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="182" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy547_mIdMI/AAAAAAAAASI/gotsV1zADbQ/s1600-h/Third%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Third" border="0" alt="Third" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy549bC9WWI/AAAAAAAAASM/ngxDdqhmIC0/Third_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="173" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy54_fiaXqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nMUsB6quIl8/s1600-h/4th%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="4th" border="0" alt="4th" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy55A3FI5_I/AAAAAAAAASU/ekjyjBXjchU/4th_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="203" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy55CeeHHJI/AAAAAAAAASY/KNkJPh313vU/s1600-h/5th%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5th" border="0" alt="5th" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy55DlPICVI/AAAAAAAAASc/oD9yr81sfVU/5th_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy55FQT-luI/AAAAAAAAASg/SJ2PbO9S23U/s1600-h/6th%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="6th" border="0" alt="6th" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy55GqN0oBI/AAAAAAAAASk/zWg-Te8FMmI/6th_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wana watch all of them now now … anyone could help?&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-2143038453415180478?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2143038453415180478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/desperate-housewives.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2143038453415180478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2143038453415180478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/desperate-housewives.html' title='Desperate Housewives'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sy5407YSoLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QGjtUBlpgV0/s72-c/first_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4816137536697964187</id><published>2009-12-14T22:17:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:17:17.826+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving to Matrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now I am driving to Matrah, driving to Matrah for readers who are not Omani is a trip with special needs… You have to be free and no other commitment; you have to be ready to have a long work before even reaching the market. And most of all, its way far from where I live so you should have company…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;6ab3an that should be in normal circumstance but I had to go before my trip to Thailand, I did not have company as I wanted to go very early evening avoiding all the traffic (and mum was out of Oman), addition to that I have to meet someone after that… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I take the ergo and make my move just after work (not to mention I don’t even know the roads very well)… ;)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I make my way, approaching the market, and thinking should I take the way heading to parking close by the market which seems impossible with all the cars are in the way or should I drive ahead way far to park, but then I tell myself maybe I'll be the lucky one today… let me take my chances… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I drive slowly with the flow of traffic, looking around hoping to capture someone who is approaching to leave… I get closer and closer to the market and no hope, telling myself ill be doing the normal long walk again… Suddenly the car in front of me stopped indicating to park and I was waiting for him to park… While waiting I noticed three empty parking on the left side, with two handicapped stand… And I get confused are two of them for handicapped or all three…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Then I said ill park the third one, since there's two stand then the third parking it's for anyone and no one noticed… got excited it the close parking ever to the market… and yea I am the lucky one today… but I noticed I boy standing on the parking spot…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;After I indicate wanting to park my car… this conversation happened:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Me: Pointing with hands, I need to park my car&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy: No, No this parking is reserved&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Me: WHAT? (opening the car window with all the weird expressions on my face) What do you mean reserved?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy: Yea, I am standing reserving this parking for my family behind the line&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Me: Do you mean behind my car?!? There no such thing reserving a public parking, if that is the case everyone would of done the same…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy: 5alti, respect me standing here… and you are causing traffic behind you…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Me: You should respect the public rules, who ever get empty parking takes it WITH THEIR CARS, not by reserving for a car which is a mail away… now let me park because you are making me hold the way…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;6ab3an by this time, everyone is getting annoyed behind me and bib bib bib nonstop&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Suddenly a man got himself involved with the conversation (which later I knew he was the driver of the car behind me)…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Man: Boy, listen we all want parking and been looking for such long time so just let the lady park her car.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy: No, let her look for another one, we have been driving for more than one hr in this area.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Man: We all do, so just keep looking (in very polite way)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy: (Shouting) No way, why don’t she keep looking I have been standing, now I will just stand here what will you all do&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Me: I will keep waiting here till you move&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Man: Hey Boy, this is not a civil way of act. (Then facing me) call the police leady, here there is one policeman.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Me: Looking to my right where the police station was, and yea I see a policeman standing outside.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Boy: Ok Ok will see will see (with the face of threaten moving away) …&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;At last I got to park my car and let the traffic get moving but I was really scared, specially with the fact I was a lone and in a neighborhood which I am not familiar with… Once I stopped the car, my heart start beating very fast, for a moment I thought of moving my car and start the journey of searching again, then I said he could not be able to do anything to the car (as it was crowded place and next to a police station)…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Pulled myself into one piece and took the ergo to step out of the car… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;In the Bullet Point:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;1. The conversation was a bit longer but could not remember the rest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;2. The boy was way rude talking to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;3. I would have let him park the car if he was not rude and me having to meet someone after that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;4. What would you do in my place?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4816137536697964187?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4816137536697964187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/driving-to-matrah.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4816137536697964187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4816137536697964187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/driving-to-matrah.html' title='Driving to Matrah'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5323524817588521925</id><published>2009-12-14T20:48:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:48:52.231+04:00</updated><title type='text'>أمطار الخير في حديقة منزلنا</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SyZr6rvWfdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/feqL3EonXU8/s1600-h/DSC00713%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; 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display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC00711" border="0" alt="DSC00711" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SyZsY9WSGBI/AAAAAAAAARs/kPaggYhcIXM/DSC00711_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SyZsbqH5qgI/AAAAAAAAARw/0epINPEsArU/s1600-h/DSC00712%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC00712" border="0" alt="DSC00712" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SyZsch8GRtI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XETlPalf8Ng/DSC00712_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5323524817588521925?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5323524817588521925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5323524817588521925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5323524817588521925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='أمطار الخير في حديقة منزلنا'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SyZr71pkG5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/jv7loRbEk7o/s72-c/DSC00713_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5033594622225156298</id><published>2009-12-07T22:26:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:26:07.754+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Update… Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am so late updating my blog…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But here I am …. Back to Muscat, home, my room, work and most important my bed…. After my sleep, the first meal was leftovers of eid … 3arseeya and showa… hmmmm that the only thing I missed about eid…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Guess What …. For the first time, on my way back to muscat I got the chance to visit the captain cabinet which I dare you I dare you to be able to do it after September 11 …. ;) Looooool that was fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sx1Itkd0I_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rR09Abs1D_I/s1600-h/DSC00670%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00670" border="0" alt="DSC00670" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sx1IvRukiyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ziUicpsU4Ps/DSC00670_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now back to my trip, Thailand was good and better this time… I guess because of the company I had, my uncle, mother, and aunty with her son and daughter… the earlier two trips I totally did not like much of Thailand and was not planning to go back again… but you never know what god plans for you… And I must admit, Thailand people are soo nice and kind… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This time, Bangkok was very hot and dry, no rains (alhamdullah)… All what I ate was fruits fruits and fruits ;)… not to forget the beryani my mum cooked for eid's lunch…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am so happy that my aunty is getting better and better by her treatment over there and hopefully she will be coming back home soon inshallah… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I guess this all about it … nothing much to say other than it was nice short break…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5033594622225156298?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5033594622225156298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-update-back-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5033594622225156298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5033594622225156298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-update-back-home.html' title='Late Update… Back Home'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sx1IvRukiyI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ziUicpsU4Ps/s72-c/DSC00670_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-383343954134108236</id><published>2009-11-29T08:27:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:38:27.037+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OmanAir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>El3eed Thailandi...</title><content type='html'>El3eed Thailandi this time...&lt;br /&gt;Fainally, I got the chance to spend the eid away... I guess I dont like eid, yea i don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On My Way to Thailand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409379416968973698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SxH562u-zYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UGsJsJ1OrZw/s320/DSC00664.JPG" /&gt;Wish me great holiday... Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-383343954134108236?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/383343954134108236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/11/el3eed-thailandi.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/383343954134108236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/383343954134108236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/11/el3eed-thailandi.html' title='El3eed Thailandi...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SxH562u-zYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UGsJsJ1OrZw/s72-c/DSC00664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6594784798523521202</id><published>2009-11-19T22:15:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:17:26.580+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email...'/><title type='text'>The Guys' Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow… this was email sent to my hotmail… But I could not hold myself then sharing it with you…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SwWLQDJTBvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lzckgZMpLA0/s1600-h/male%20teacher%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="male teacher" border="0" alt="male teacher" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SwWLRGldx8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/zQldSs4Bnok/male%20teacher_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="124" height="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down. Finally, the guys' side of the story. (I must admit, it's pretty good). We always hear "the rules" from the female point of view... Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men ARE NOT mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help solving it. That's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both.&lt;br /&gt;If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will Be scratched. We do that.&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear Is fine...Really.&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as football.&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please note... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6594784798523521202?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6594784798523521202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/11/guys-rules.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6594784798523521202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6594784798523521202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/11/guys-rules.html' title='The Guys&amp;#39; Rules'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SwWLRGldx8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/zQldSs4Bnok/s72-c/male%20teacher_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-750749826721704646</id><published>2009-11-09T23:30:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:30:18.004+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Else…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Svhtw2N5RpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xuuTOZOcKT8/s1600-h/Bed%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Bed" border="0" alt="Bed" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SvhtyKKL6ZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lOf_Tl_Ko8M/Bed_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="117" height="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Laptop on my left,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A Cup of Tea and Bread on my right,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TV is on in front of me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pillows all around me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All in bed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sleeping, Sleeping and Sleeping,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then Laptop, tea, TV, Mobile….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And thats all I have been doing for the past 36 hrs…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-750749826721704646?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/750749826721704646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-else.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/750749826721704646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/750749826721704646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-else.html' title='Nothing Else…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SvhtyKKL6ZI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lOf_Tl_Ko8M/s72-c/Bed_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-1621220078228272449</id><published>2009-10-24T23:16:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:36:34.887+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy to me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SuNWP7NuIqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BIyN-AJHdQA/s1600-h/johnny_depp_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396251610113254050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SuNWP7NuIqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BIyN-AJHdQA/s320/johnny_depp_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once open a time, while sitting in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt;… I see a good looking man sitting just across the other side… he was not that good but I found him sexy … he looked smart in his outfit but most of all was the fact he had a little kid sitting next to him and no one else … the kid was around three, can’t be certain it was his son, but sure he was taking a good care of him… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat asking him if the meal, drink was good for him … he holds the drink for him; I could feel the kid was his world to him at that moment… I could feel from his eyes how much he cared …. And that was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; Sexy to see …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather then seeing a kid spending the time with food alone or if lucky with the maid and parent specially further will be busy reading a newspaper, mobile or staring at all PEOPLE not only women in the mall ;)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later that day … I realized, they are many things which could make a man sexy to me 6ab3an addition to the physical attraction such as … &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, oh that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; wow… It’s certainly a plus point for all of you out there who might plan to make a move ;) …. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Football, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; this might sound a little weird, though I am not a fun of football, but I feel it’s something must come or included in men’s agenda… yea&lt;br /&gt;I can’t understand or let say I feel there is something wrong when a guy turned to be not interested in football at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you tell me girls … whats sexy for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-1621220078228272449?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1621220078228272449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-to-me.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1621220078228272449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1621220078228272449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-to-me.html' title='Sexy to me..'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SuNWP7NuIqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BIyN-AJHdQA/s72-c/johnny_depp_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-7683896247615434106</id><published>2009-10-17T01:07:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:07:19.044+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/StjggICSQmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/chfCd1HY2kA/s1600-h/mugs%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="mugs" border="0" alt="mugs" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Stjgha5mclI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gzzHJwVCNbY/mugs_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="243" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While sitting on my side table, relaxing with the view people working around the mall and being able to have a long breath after many long of busy months preparing of my aunt weeding which took place last night…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally I got the chance to go out just to relax and not to have to do something related to the weeding or bride… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The weeding was amazing, everything almost went as planned… the bride shined out with her white dress and creative vale … and more important I looked fabulous with the declaration of everyone … People who I never talked to came to me liking my dress, people I don’t know said hi to me … is that the affect of looking good?! … some moment I thought I was a celebrity, especially when all my guys cozon asked to take pictures with me… wow it felt soooo nice … ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And after not having any meal since last night's small plate of salad, I had to have a meal or otherwise I was too faint soon… So had my small meal with hot caramel at the café while mum enjoying looking around into furniture shops with her cozon…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly, I see two guys holding each other's hands, I hate guys doing that it looked so shit and sick… and could not stopped looking at them with my weird look on the face… I hate it and I just can't understand it … and if one is gay I could not tell which one?! ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As much I felt sick, could not finish my meal anymore, grabbed my phone and took my handbag heading away… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-7683896247615434106?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7683896247615434106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7683896247615434106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7683896247615434106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Stjgha5mclI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gzzHJwVCNbY/s72-c/mugs_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-980744418150327956</id><published>2009-10-08T13:56:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:56:12.445+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Time…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Ss23NrI9upI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Ed-TZQZkcfU/s1600-h/8%20fingerprints%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="8 fingerprints" border="0" alt="8 fingerprints" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Ss23Oup23YI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zW2S-y_GGhE/8%20fingerprints_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" height="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yea, I guess it's time ... I have not been posting since ever... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I think it's time to do many of things... It's time to have new look, it's time to change my style and actually I have already started, then I am going for a good shopping once i get my salary.... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's time to open a new page, forget well I never was able to forget ... the harder i try the harder it becomes... so from now I'll just ignore ... yes ignore the paining past... ignoring will slowly make them disappear in my memory at one point ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's time to look into me and see the inside, the way I always do to see the achievements, the goodness inside me as well the weaknesses or let say (HR Language) areas of improvements inside me … I have been able to control my temper a lot and have done massive improvement in that … My writing skills becomes better and better every day … Since Ramathan, I have not missed any payer Alhamdulillah, I became very conscious&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;about my prayer and feel so guilty only when I get late… I plan my day my moves according to prayer time which helped me lots Alhamdulillah… Inshallah will continue… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's time to have clear goals, put them down and keep them hanged somewhere in my room, a place where I can see them every day when I first open my eyes… So I remember my goals every day … and work toward them every day… Make plan, draw targets and work the plan…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I stopped practicing any of my hobbies, no reading, no 5aa6, no makeup… I feel life became all white and needs colors… It's time to go back to that… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now let me go put all this thoughts together …. And maybe that will be my next post … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chao… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-980744418150327956?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/980744418150327956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/980744418150327956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/980744418150327956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time.html' title='Its Time…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Ss23Oup23YI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zW2S-y_GGhE/s72-c/8%20fingerprints_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5078893912627568642</id><published>2009-09-25T13:23:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:25:31.866+04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mum…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SryMCQA71PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8l86xu6f8zw/s1600-h/DSC00430%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00430" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00430" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SryMDtobgUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_M2RpGDcZkE/DSC00430_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Happy Birthday Mum….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is my mother’s 50 Birthday…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't even look like yet mum… ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish you more 50 years to come, while all your dreams come true while enjoying good health…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inshallah te3eshi we tefra7i fini we teshofi awladi we awladhom inshallah… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am speechless, but I can only Say … I love you MUM… xoxoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SryMGB-gz_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/SW_i0sjBNdw/s1600-h/DSC00429%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00429" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SryMHWWZT-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PZC8N-HG5C0/DSC00429_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5078893912627568642?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5078893912627568642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-mum.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5078893912627568642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5078893912627568642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-mum.html' title='To Mum…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SryMDtobgUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_M2RpGDcZkE/s72-c/DSC00430_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6312035077088959816</id><published>2009-08-22T15:11:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:11:16.931+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Kareem from the USA President Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ramadan Kareem to all Muslims around the world…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1f24f2b9-a02b-49db-81fc-1e8cac91be4c" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UncWt4VKZQo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UncWt4VKZQo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amazing Right?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6312035077088959816?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6312035077088959816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan-kareem-from-usa-president-obama.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6312035077088959816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6312035077088959816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan-kareem-from-usa-president-obama.html' title='Ramadan Kareem from the USA President Obama'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-704539455987514837</id><published>2009-08-14T02:54:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:55:35.897+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OmanAir'/><title type='text'>Oman Air to London…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now this is my first time to fly by Oman Air, well actually it's my second but my first trip was a very short one to Abuthabi… It was like getting into a bus and fly… loool &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be honest I was a bit scared, not of flying but of airline itself… I don’t know why but maybe because I feel they are still considered a new airline and with no experience… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT, I must say I was impressed … the trip as whole was a good experience… Take off is my best moment in each flight… and it was cool…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food, hmmmm I did not really like my pasta but mum enjoyed her rice … SO I will give the food five out of ten, they need improvement… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, will leave you with some of pictures I took through my window…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZZR3DEII/AAAAAAAAAOE/HhSIOZtkRBU/s1600-h/DSC00128%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00128" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00128" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZZyqAxgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IMAs3LBz_RA/DSC00128_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZakcGE2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/6GkBsjAk_t0/s1600-h/DSC00127%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00127" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00127" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZbEjYedI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/w_Z3FGjHEy4/DSC00127_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZb4CJGDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/25Gb1BVQJ7Y/s1600-h/DSC00137%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00137" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00137" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZcRtUA9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/M4okvwNRBG4/DSC00137_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZdd-91nI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cE1Lw4Om6sc/s1600-h/DSC00131%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00131" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00131" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZd3MZEjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mo8yZ7hJDqY/DSC00131_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZel3csKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sJCuX5D7R9o/s1600-h/DSC00132%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00132" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="244" alt="DSC00132" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZfJtIUxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/K3X2FNtXlqg/DSC00132_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZftd7IxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KA1srnoe9Ik/s1600-h/DSC00135%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00135" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00135" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZgF2l6dI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PkLItIhZft4/DSC00135_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZg6epiVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/z2cTTDCoD0g/s1600-h/DSC00136%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00136" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00136" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZhUNATkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OQciSwJC0zo/DSC00136_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blow find the London Eye and Big Ben… ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZjArdonI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TpNnejWKWvw/s1600-h/DSC00150%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00150" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00150" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZjuzPAjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YaoXCuK-dyg/DSC00150_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I always wonder… Which Language is Lavatory?! and if this is Arabic airline why its not in Arabic or English? … hmmm No Clue!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZkc0zcxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/N7ZKz5906ew/s1600-h/DSC00130%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00130" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="244" alt="DSC00130" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZkh7brlI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1SDqOwbuIcI/DSC00130_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will have to take off now, I am dead tired … Night Night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-704539455987514837?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/704539455987514837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/08/oman-air-to-heathrow.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/704539455987514837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/704539455987514837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/08/oman-air-to-heathrow.html' title='Oman Air to London…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SoSZZyqAxgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/IMAs3LBz_RA/s72-c/DSC00128_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4759882178576627024</id><published>2009-08-13T08:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:30:38.503+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>Europe Here I come …..</title><content type='html'>Yes I am heading to UK and Norway….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me a safe trip…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my maximum level to post each moment I enjoy…&lt;br /&gt;Yahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo….&lt;br /&gt;See Yea …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4759882178576627024?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4759882178576627024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/08/europe-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4759882178576627024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4759882178576627024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/08/europe-here-i-come.html' title='Europe Here I come …..'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-8790512567477162441</id><published>2009-08-09T20:33:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:36:04.589+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, White and Silver..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In a romantic night celebrating their fourth winter, summer, spring YEAR of their marriage…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She decides to surprise her husband… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the day arrives, everyone knows except him… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earlier that day, she sends the kids to her mum, in the evening she tells him I am going for a coffee with my friend … But actually she goes to the hotel…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 7:00 PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A ring tone" new message: You are invited for a dinner tonight at eight, not before not after. Once you arrive at the lobby ask for my name and they will show you the way, once you arrive to me give the man a good change…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 8:00 PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She lights up the candles…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sn76YXBWL5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/cFP_yojUc6o/s1600-h/RedRose2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="RedRose2" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="RedRose2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sn76ZiDpCEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/W_BmhxGKP_0/RedRose2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When He arrives, he parked the car and worked in the hotel… on the way he sees her friend… but she totally ignored him… and he ignored back…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the lobby, he picks his phone and called her…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE: 7ayati, Where are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE: Didn’t you ask my name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE: No, you just tell me where you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE: You can't know, they must show you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE: Ok I will ask them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he asked for her, "oh yea… you are her husband, plz follow me"… They worked toward the end of the lobby, they went through the door which took them outside… then turned left… after a slightly long walk, suddenly he stops "the next door in your right, here is the keys" the hotel man says… "You are not coming there? "The husband asks… "No Sir"… "Thanks very much" the husband says while giving him good cash…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a head full of questions, after he imagines that she will be waiting in a restaurant… slowly he takes the steps toward the room… he stands not finding any bell, puts the keys and opens the door… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He steps in and slowly closed the door; he gets into a small area before the bed room, first he noticed two beautiful candles leading towards the room… he rise his eyes seeing his wife in a very sexy classy dress, a mini dress of black and white lines… sleeveless with a red rose on the side… very light makeup with a black eyeliner, eyelash and red lipstick… Her hair nicely down with a red rose on one side …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A video camera somewhere behind her was recording his interesting entrance… "WoW" was the first words came out from him… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The room was only lighted with candles which were encircled with roses… Addition roses on the white five star bed in the right side of the room… On the left side a sitting area, where they sat and had their delicious anniversary cake… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on, they had their romantic dinner in the restaurant… after that you can fulfill the ending… ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sn76bySkLlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zHTCmGUlaaY/s1600-h/RedRose1%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="RedRose1" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="RedRose1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sn76c7qrbgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3S6QkalFbW8/RedRose1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S Based on a true story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S.S I am the ignoring friendy ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-8790512567477162441?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8790512567477162441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-white-and-silver.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8790512567477162441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8790512567477162441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-white-and-silver.html' title='Red, White and Silver..'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sn76ZiDpCEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/W_BmhxGKP_0/s72-c/RedRose2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4572530266192721880</id><published>2009-07-31T23:47:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:47:21.585+04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OMG OMG OMG…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I cant I cant I cant Believe the scale…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I gain I gain I gain…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stop Stop Stop…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No Candy, No Sweets, No Cakes…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No Sugar what's so ever…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Help Help Help…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Diet Diet Diet…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No Clothes could fit me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been wearing 3abaya at work for the past two weeks… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hiding all the extra weight, Big Faima(tummy) and my two tummy below my back… ;P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I seriously Need to lose… even before I travel, which is after two weeks…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OMG OMG OMG… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4572530266192721880?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4572530266192721880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4572530266192721880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4572530266192721880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html' title='OMG…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-3749381234541774875</id><published>2009-07-31T12:25:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:25:20.885+04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO?!…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SnKqahoxCjI/AAAAAAAAANs/0TZLVkhnBEA/s1600-h/Recipt%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Recipt" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Recipt" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SnKqb2B5MKI/AAAAAAAAANw/gI5-g2OW28g/Recipt_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now Tell me, who keeps this amount of ATM receipt in the wallet, some of them were more than six month old ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just cant get rid of them, at the same time i never needed them again or refer back to them!!!…&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-3749381234541774875?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3749381234541774875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/who.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3749381234541774875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3749381234541774875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/who.html' title='WHO?!…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SnKqb2B5MKI/AAAAAAAAANw/gI5-g2OW28g/s72-c/Recipt_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5436375071765917060</id><published>2009-07-27T00:46:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:32:16.212+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>The Celebration…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh My God … I had fun fun fun fun to the MAX… Yes I did …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks to all of you who came to my birthday, I was honored with your present…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First I would like to have special thanks for those who helped me with the plan, organizing and delivery… Sam, Nuna, Najat and Standy… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the 50 people who were in my invitation list, only 30 confirmed and hardly 20 came, it was so disappointing when they apologies of not being able to come, especially when they make it in the last moments, I received this apologies two, one day before and even the same day of celebration … Could it be worse? Not to mention the people who did not bother replying to my invitation, How Rude?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyhow let's move on, the important thing, I am glad with the few people who came they made the day, and me and them really had fun… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6ab3an you all know the dress code was PJs, SO the character of the theme was Bananas in Pyjamas …. Below is my Birthday Cake…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAGsBNHnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QA7AZR5fOQs/s1600-h/DSC00009%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC00009" border="0" alt="DSC00009" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAHjd4I5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/D2fJK3eWUuE/DSC00009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6ab3an me being sooooooo busy, forgot to take pictures of the buffet when it was done , but I could share the menu with all of you… Check Below;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sides:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Cheese (deferent types)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Olives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Breads (deferent types)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Jam (deferent types)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Nutala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Cer’ap: chocolate, strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Chocolate fountain, fresh strawberry, mishmelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Cornflex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Salted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Mini Chicken Sausage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Scrambled Egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Baked Meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Red Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Mini Omelet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzALijZhwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_IG1eK-i50Q/s1600-h/DSC00048%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC00048" border="0" alt="DSC00048" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAMioMDZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VXdXYcQ3Hl4/DSC00048_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAQa7drKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/O8-n4X6aGfg/s1600-h/DSC00051%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC00051" border="0" alt="DSC00051" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzASDjFAaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WadGFBP-5oU/DSC00051_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Cup Cakes was one of a kind .... hmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sweet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. Pan cakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. Waffles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. Fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4. French toast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dessert:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. Birthday Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. Cup Cakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. Cheese Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4. Dates Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*HogooooooooooooM ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzATfcv27I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ddi0xuX8nCQ/s1600-h/DSC00047%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC00047" border="0" alt="DSC00047" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAUmqed4I/AAAAAAAAANA/8xfgcRpgnt0/DSC00047_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And off course, the fun part was when we played games… 6ab3an gifts were to fit the theme, for example I got them sleeping eye folder, slippers and pillows… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAZDk8TXI/AAAAAAAAANE/xV5dsvzlZ04/s1600-h/DSC00066%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC00066" border="0" alt="DSC00066" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAaZW1jeI/AAAAAAAAANI/sPApDm6GQYg/DSC00066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally, the thanks return gifts… Check out below, it’s a mouse pad (6ab3an my design ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAcvhcrQI/AAAAAAAAANM/ujXZUv13Qrs/s1600-h/DSC00102%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC00102" border="0" alt="DSC00102" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAdh39LjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xj-U-mTbG3A/DSC00102_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*After everyone left ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAf0XXcpI/AAAAAAAAANU/2Mzzz5Sa6XY/s1600-h/DSC00099%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC00099" border="0" alt="DSC00099" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAg31qmNI/AAAAAAAAANY/NTLdZw9k1BQ/DSC00099_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Many Many Many Many Many Thanks Again to all of you who came… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAi6wyXDI/AAAAAAAAANc/tRD9sS-teSU/s1600-h/DSC00095%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC00095" border="0" alt="DSC00095" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAkriH0WI/AAAAAAAAANg/T-pbkNBLRzg/DSC00095_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAmYiObHI/AAAAAAAAANk/xMtNaFHcugM/s1600-h/DSC00098%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSC00098" border="0" alt="DSC00098" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAnZmsgUI/AAAAAAAAANo/WSR7AV2UPY4/DSC00098_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5436375071765917060?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5436375071765917060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebration.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5436375071765917060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5436375071765917060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebration.html' title='The Celebration…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmzAHjd4I5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/D2fJK3eWUuE/s72-c/DSC00009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5118992878151781134</id><published>2009-07-22T14:11:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:17:48.607+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>The Invitation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This was the invitation to my Birthday...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361225477949897698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmbmKs36O-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/sf6m7YoKVN4/s320/P1BananasInPyjamas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are kindly invited to my birthday celebration at my Res. in Atheba on Friday 24th July from 10am to after 6pm ;)..&lt;br /&gt;Branch and games will be served.. Dress Code is pajama.. For those who don’t know the way plz send me your email for a map...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirm your attendance and be ready to have fun... By No ID&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S You are all Invited ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5118992878151781134?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5118992878151781134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/invitation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5118992878151781134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5118992878151781134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/invitation.html' title='The Invitation...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SmbmKs36O-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/sf6m7YoKVN4/s72-c/P1BananasInPyjamas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-2123106096097387333</id><published>2009-07-11T21:32:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:33:54.640+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bithday'/><title type='text'>Wish List…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Heeeey so excited, the idea of me putting my wish list here just excite me … No matter if i get them OR not …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. RED or MAROON photo frame to fit my Room theme…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMa-2dj7I/AAAAAAAAALE/k-PBPAfH750/s1600-h/redphotoframes%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="clip_image001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMb10v0uI/AAAAAAAAALI/Sgm3HVoKVm8/clip_image001%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Funky Nail Polish, looking forward for the green and purple which i don't have yet …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMcjg3UPI/AAAAAAAAALM/6BUzK_2M4F0/s1600-h/funky-nail-polish-145199%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image002" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="162" alt="clip_image002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMdvOvaiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/r5m-J7SNFD8/clip_image002%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. Makeup Set is always a good idea for a makeup artist … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMf_dcBsI/AAAAAAAAALU/lSGwHQ4Yr6g/s1600-h/makeup%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image003" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="165" alt="clip_image003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMhVdxKfI/AAAAAAAAALY/DNxxk7icNIQ/clip_image003%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Travel suitcase SET, all in one funky color will be nice… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMiRCSrCI/AAAAAAAAALc/zvrr-7Utgio/s1600-h/luggage%20set%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="165" alt="clip_image004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMjcGAsQI/AAAAAAAAALg/zGezHbIPILc/clip_image004%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMkemOWUI/AAAAAAAAALk/NuCzXcEwH-M/s1600-h/travel%20suitcase%20set%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="clip_image005" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMltfXQ8I/AAAAAAAAALo/n5U0WOqCt_4/clip_image005%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. White OR Purple Funky Watch… I love Watches…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMmzW6Y9I/AAAAAAAAALs/Nz56KJw4FRA/s1600-h/white%20watch%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image006" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="clip_image006" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMn09tWWI/AAAAAAAAALw/00yiYtRRv_8/clip_image006%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. iPhone 3GS, Don't know how long I am dreaming of this phone…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMparyK8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/KA0um-T_ShM/s1600-h/iPhone%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image007" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="149" alt="clip_image007" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMqvcg_mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/PfiT4a5nTr4/clip_image007%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. Travel Makeup Case…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMreOldhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KOBDBrjn6BQ/s1600-h/pd-Aqua-Lily-PerfectPamper-out%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image008" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="clip_image008" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMsH5TZ8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/vimAtFM89CE/clip_image008%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8. The DNKY cozy, 12 ways to wear it … Check the Link Below…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dkny.com/womens/cozy_video.html" target="_blank"&gt;THE DNKY COZY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9. My door is always open for a new funky mug added to my collection…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMs77bzLI/AAAAAAAAAME/YlVi74SSKY0/s1600-h/eb80_2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image009" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="162" alt="clip_image009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMt7WZwoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3DpFgmheaD8/clip_image009%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10. Last but not least, We always have enough space for Cash …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMul2y5jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/doe-xIZ0eGI/s1600-h/BSL029%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image010" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="134" alt="clip_image010" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMvfqyUCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Rb7p0qL3ZDc/clip_image010%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I guess … Hmmm, I am not sure … Hmmm, Maybe this is all … ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-2123106096097387333?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2123106096097387333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/wish-list.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2123106096097387333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2123106096097387333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/wish-list.html' title='Wish List…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SljMb10v0uI/AAAAAAAAALI/Sgm3HVoKVm8/s72-c/clip_image001%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-8827722223066160828</id><published>2009-07-05T10:56:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:07:21.751+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><title type='text'>Can I .... ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Straight to the point, men ‘3air la e73m walla dastoor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I want to put air-condition in my bathroom … Yes I am serious, if I just have enough money!!! …. Yea not kidding at all… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, allow me to say I spend long time at my bathroom doing other than the normal stuff you do ;P ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya3ni, I don’t have a dressing table in my room… So, all my makeup, creams atc … atc … are in my bathroom … therefore I spend &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; of the &lt;strong&gt;TIME&lt;/strong&gt; while dressing up in my bathroom ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And guess what&lt;/span&gt;…. It’s really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOOOOOOOOT&lt;/span&gt; …. Especially with the lighting over the mirror….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Can I? … Why NOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-8827722223066160828?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8827722223066160828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-i.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8827722223066160828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8827722223066160828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-i.html' title='Can I .... ???'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4098523009093938385</id><published>2009-07-02T11:32:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:38:20.818+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The irony about surveys…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, I received the below message through my email, and I certain wanted to share it with you…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Worldwide survey was conducted by the UN. The only question asked was:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The survey was a huge failure, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Africa they didn't know what 'food' meant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In India they didn't know what 'honest' meant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Europe they didn't know what 'shortage' meant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In China they didn't know what 'opinion' meant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the Middle East they didn't know what 'solution' meant'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In South America they didn't know what 'please' meant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in the USA they didn't know what 'the rest of the world' meant! “&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800040;"&gt;I could not agree more … :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4098523009093938385?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4098523009093938385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/irony-about-surveys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4098523009093938385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4098523009093938385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/irony-about-surveys.html' title='The irony about surveys…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-8189826547632593795</id><published>2009-07-01T22:13:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:14:09.357+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random..'/><title type='text'>3eeeeeeeeeeeeni</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SkunLxDd3PI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Yc6tG0zZBN0/s1600-h/eye%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="eye" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="174" alt="eye" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SkunN3XvCII/AAAAAAAAALA/WNl8U1Aiomg/eye_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3eni betreff men el 9aba7… Is this means something? I know some people believe that…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One will tell me, depends in the eye (right or left) something good OR bad might happen…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One will tell me, depends which eye, you will have baby girl or baby boy…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found it sooooooooooooooooooooo funny how someone could believe that … don’t you think? ;P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG… its just don't stop…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-8189826547632593795?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8189826547632593795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/3eeeeeeeeeeeeni.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8189826547632593795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8189826547632593795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/07/3eeeeeeeeeeeeni.html' title='3eeeeeeeeeeeeni'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SkunN3XvCII/AAAAAAAAALA/WNl8U1Aiomg/s72-c/eye_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-8775531933062977086</id><published>2009-06-26T22:56:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:14:59.250+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bithday'/><title type='text'>Celebration TiMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SkUZ4zXmU7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oxwC74Vo7xs/s1600-h/cake%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="cake" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="244" alt="cake" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SkUZ6JpXaRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ILkHr7T4aKs/cake_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok Now ladies and gentleman… I would like to announce that my birthday is next month … I am not talking about wish lists what so ever … I am talking about celebrating the day to the max… Yea I am planning a huge gathering and can't decide on the the theme yet… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So can you help me out there … I promise I will post all the event over here if that will motivate you ya3ni ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yalla yalla … come out with all your great ideas… how would you want your BD celebrated? Come out with all your fantasy parties…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-8775531933062977086?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8775531933062977086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebration-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8775531933062977086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8775531933062977086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebration-time.html' title='Celebration TiMe'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SkUZ6JpXaRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ILkHr7T4aKs/s72-c/cake_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-273928927562169572</id><published>2009-06-21T23:15:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:19:36.406+04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Deferent emotional meet in the same day…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sj6HqVyFt3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Wz9S8voAdcY/s1600-h/kide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349862568834217842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sj6HqVyFt3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Wz9S8voAdcY/s320/kide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels sooooooooo successful when finally you buy something you wanted for long time… what a great feeling … You may imagine that I am talking about specific shoe or maybe a dress no no … I am talking about a dinner set of bawls with candle wormer ;P … lool yea I love them and wanted to get some for mum since long time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please tell me…&lt;br /&gt;Why people get a movie ticket? When they intend to work in when its half threw!&lt;br /&gt;Why people go to cinema and talk? Aren’t they supposed to be watching and listing to the movie!! .. La and some guys will be explaining every scene as well as explaining everything … hey for god suck we do understand and we don’t need live translator … WHAT the HELL …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-273928927562169572?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/273928927562169572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-deferent-emotional-meet-in-same.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/273928927562169572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/273928927562169572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-deferent-emotional-meet-in-same.html' title='When Deferent emotional meet in the same day…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sj6HqVyFt3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Wz9S8voAdcY/s72-c/kide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-70009183331538553</id><published>2009-06-03T17:56:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:16:05.080+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Identity..'/><title type='text'>When Dreams COME TRUE…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am not sure if its a gift or a curse, this thing is happening to me for years now … i guess i was living in deny that it could be true but now i reached to the point …. its so real ….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How could i put this here … hmmm no idea, but will just try my BEST…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing is.. no wait … before i start you mast know that i am such of dreamer girl, i would of imagine lots of things… and it will go on to the extreme… i could spend days dreaming of something and thinking of the smallest details…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the thing is whatever i dream for myself, will exactly happen to someone else who i know … DAM the same thing in the same way with the same ppl to the small details… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the worst part is … they never happened to me … DAAAAAM :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember two years back, i was thinking of making this move of career at work, dreaming to be promoted as a section head of the new section i want to move to, and kept dreaming and dreaming for some days… after that i went for my annual leave … and as soon i came back … surprise surprise …. my coworker got promoted to be a section head and was moved to another section … (by the way, she never knew my dreams) …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And again and again the same things throw out my life, especially for the past two years…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dose this ever happened to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As mach as i am happy for all this ppl in my life, as mach there is this small pain inside me feeling that someone stole my dream … &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-70009183331538553?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/70009183331538553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-dreams-come-true.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/70009183331538553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/70009183331538553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-dreams-come-true.html' title='When Dreams COME TRUE…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-2789193351223680346</id><published>2009-05-18T15:06:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:36:07.604+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pic'/><title type='text'>Cupture the Right Moment...</title><content type='html'>At work, in the middle of doing lots of things and while lots of windows are open.... I came across one window and saw the below picture, I have no idea from where it came from ... But I was freeze for few sec and the picture put a big smile on my face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337124176531454658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/ShFGKUhOesI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qA_cRpj4Nzc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two players, you can just feel how deep happy they are... and what a spontaneous moment the cameraman could capture ... I just Loved the picture... and I really need/ want to smile from the heart as this player did ... It’s been a long time …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who are they! And I don’t know which team!! ... but I am sure one of you knows, I am not in sport AT ALL...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-2789193351223680346?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2789193351223680346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupture-right-moment.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2789193351223680346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2789193351223680346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupture-right-moment.html' title='Cupture the Right Moment...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/ShFGKUhOesI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qA_cRpj4Nzc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-1974516835276318331</id><published>2009-05-15T21:05:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:05:18.355+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My HotMail…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday mum asks if i got her emails… and i was OMG i have not open my hotmail for awhile …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since i was using a BlackBerry last month and i was seriously thinking to leave my company i asked all personal people to stop sending to my office and use hotmail instead ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But idiot me, after i got bored from the BB i kept forgetting to check my hotmail …. and here i open and i found more than 900 email … yea exactly 984 emails… after three hrs …. i reach 900 see below ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sg2gxI8eOWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lme3J4zLzBY/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sg2gzKjvk-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/GWDB7jH_r8w/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From where will i get the time to check all this emails …. specially i cant open hotmail from work when i am bored … ;P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Totally lost …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-1974516835276318331?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1974516835276318331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-hotmail.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1974516835276318331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1974516835276318331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-hotmail.html' title='My HotMail…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sg2gzKjvk-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/GWDB7jH_r8w/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6042006522714768698</id><published>2009-05-15T20:43:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:43:22.730+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My HaPpY WeEkEnD…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sg2bl79D41I/AAAAAAAAAKE/zixUOVwJya0/s1600-h/406511_LOBB_01_J%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="406511_LOBB_01_J[1]" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="406511_LOBB_01_J[1]" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sg2bnDaioaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/co6cxE3s7M4/406511_LOBB_01_J%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yaaaayi…. I am enjoying my weekend to the max and I would have even enjoyed it more if I don’t have exams tomorrow …. Yea I am somehow backing to school…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesterday I had lunch with my friend … (after long time) … The lunch was in Al Bustan Palace Hotel… it’s the first time being there after they totally renovate it… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had the lunch at the china's restaurant, as I loooooooooove china’s, the place was amassing the view and everything was perfect … I wish if it was winter, we would of sat outside and enjoyed the sea but it was extreme hot … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After lunch we spend some time at the lobby … the great design we are surrounded with the music and nice Omani bo5oor in the background, amassing… Now I notice all our conversation at the lobby was about Islamic history and Oman … I think we got affected with the atmosphere… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I have my lunch with family … again we spend the morning with a bit of shopping and came back after lunch … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How nice to take a break and spend the whole day time out… You mast experience the Palace…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sg2bowqGwHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3N7JQI0IcH0/s1600-h/406511_LOBB_02_J%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="406511_LOBB_02_J[1]" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="406511_LOBB_02_J[1]" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sg2bqOy9hVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gDZNjwHjaZU/406511_LOBB_02_J%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope you all enjoyed your weekend as well … Keep Fine… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6042006522714768698?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6042006522714768698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-happy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6042006522714768698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6042006522714768698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-happy-weekend.html' title='My HaPpY WeEkEnD…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sg2bnDaioaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/co6cxE3s7M4/s72-c/406511_LOBB_01_J%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4686570675099524610</id><published>2009-05-10T23:29:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:29:39.437+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Identity..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SgcrHlf0wQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7AZTWpa9LfU/s1600-h/cant%20write%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="cant write" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="cant write" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SgcrIUxpoII/AAAAAAAAAKA/pptr8odztDw/cant%20write_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;I can't write, I feel that I lost my ability to express in writing… I have two topic that I want to put them here but just can't …. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004000"&gt;If you have noticed I have been not writing for almost a month now… I even rarely comment on any blog … I have being a very silent reader …&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I thought to express the phase I am going throw … and it might push me to write more … I miss me expressing … COME OM where is that Identity… ?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4686570675099524610?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4686570675099524610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-identity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4686570675099524610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4686570675099524610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-identity.html' title='Lost Identity..'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SgcrIUxpoII/AAAAAAAAAKA/pptr8odztDw/s72-c/cant%20write_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5039847591658063294</id><published>2009-04-20T08:42:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:52:06.793+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><title type='text'>My CHOICE...</title><content type='html'>It’s all about choice; "you choose to live happy or miserable" and since you choose to leave, today I choose to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will be able to move on and be Happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this true and possible? Can we choose to be happy as this psychology ppl and talk show claim?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5039847591658063294?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5039847591658063294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-choice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5039847591658063294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5039847591658063294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-choice.html' title='My CHOICE...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6652317871913866549</id><published>2009-04-11T23:57:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:57:29.245+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pic…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This pic is specially for 3anooda, i guess i promised her with what's in my bag … if i am not mistaken ;P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1SjymYcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BU65AFYSeRU/s1600-h/IMG00123%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00123" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00123" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1T3BA9YI/AAAAAAAAAII/jzXrwHmbt8I/IMG00123_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hmmm … note: the two remotes are not from my bag ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1XOjOzPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jlborFsHL_E/s1600-h/IMG00127%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00127" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00127" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1YlTg3HI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jc0TNPQ0UTY/IMG00127_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ok … this is more close and clear …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. fem pens… yea a must thing in my bag …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. gum gum gum … i am addicted to gum … like to refresh my mouth all the time ;P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. tissue tissue … cant survive without them…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. additionally i have my nails kit incase of emergency ;P , perfume more then one actually… hand cream, my quote note book , lip gloss, receipt here and there … office keys, a pink key holder which i use for my mini i-pod, coins pocket, sanitizer, two office ID *dont ask why* and off course my big wallet in the middle …. oh soo many things ha?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;oh the Omani flag thing… its my mobile pocket incase you wonder ~P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1cPrF8tI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DbscyCsoUTY/s1600-h/IMG00128%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00128" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00128" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1dF1SbQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LR8dXv03qUI/IMG00128_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;another angel …. loool i am so loving my things how are they distributed on the bed …. hehehe crazy me … the addition here is my house keys with malty key chains … love them ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;you are welcomed to ask if i missed anything :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now below is my collections of mugs around the house … did i ever mentioned i am a mug lover and collector …. here are some …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1eu4udOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PYzbXuw5G68/s1600-h/IMG00129%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00129" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00129" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1gJ4mc_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wHX7BX2FYoE/IMG00129_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Three of them are from Egypt … yea every one go there brings me one … they know me la … mug lover … looool sounds funny ;P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1kDs0WjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fJ71nx4qN8E/s1600-h/IMG00139%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00139" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00139" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1lN_PyOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/E__E8lx5ZXI/IMG00139_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1mhGEPpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zOS0pl6m-0c/s1600-h/IMG00132%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00132" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00132" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1noX1WxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/l-UZ7anyglI/IMG00132_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This was from dungeon Amsterdam …. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1poerMqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GaHDKC0XlSE/s1600-h/IMG00135%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00135" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00135" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1sJXetDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hZXfQk1g0S0/IMG00135_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Halloween mug …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1t0vtu_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/62DmHoByBKE/s1600-h/IMG00138%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00138" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00138" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1u--e9XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rIqpKBuRNE4/IMG00138_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ana men burj al assad …. the LEO mug …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1x7eE_uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WNQVdWOhHvQ/s1600-h/IMG00134%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00134" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00134" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1zLs3k-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iNMkqzp-0hY/IMG00134_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My huge red cap.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD11B3N82I/AAAAAAAAAJM/tiiEZHSjJ7s/s1600-h/IMG00133%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00133" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00133" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD12O5XdiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lt4-ccNCbZ0/IMG00133_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mikey mikey mouse … from World Disney…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD15tUvImI/AAAAAAAAAJU/v34YeGbVjeE/s1600-h/IMG00118%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00118" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00118" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD16u73YAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OHXN3nikFtY/IMG00118_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our gift to our big big new boos … i just liked the arrangement … Standy here is the Mont Blank gift after it got wrapped ;P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1-UCmVyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/88g0c_jslpw/s1600-h/IMG00106%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00106" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00106" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1_XApH9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/t2T-0WLVvz4/IMG00106_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mother’s day gift … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD2Be2cQyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D0rzK-_2xqM/s1600-h/IMG00105%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00105" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00105" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD2Cfu3PMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xRSqqTZAi_Y/IMG00105_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don't forget the balloon ;P&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD2FyP91UI/AAAAAAAAAJs/a0HA13pz-ZI/s1600-h/IMG00120%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00120" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00120" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD2G5RLaCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rS1zgR93BVI/IMG00120_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My French toasts breakfast … i looooooooooooooooooooooove French toast … they don't look as good as they test …. hmmmmmmmmmmmm … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD2IwPiG7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IO6OLLe-9Do/s1600-h/IMG00121%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00121" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00121" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD2JgMLeNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-qUKljexFlI/IMG00121_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And last … An Idiot crushed my car and run away … don't know who, when or where ? … alla la yesam7o donia we a5ra …. I got sooo upset… I will never do that and run away ever … naas ma teste7y … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hope you enjoyed … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6652317871913866549?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6652317871913866549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-pic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6652317871913866549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6652317871913866549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-pic.html' title='Random Pic…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SeD1T3BA9YI/AAAAAAAAAII/jzXrwHmbt8I/s72-c/IMG00123_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6597907434946153790</id><published>2009-04-07T15:27:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:27:09.097+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder …</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I Wonder … I wonder if it only me or other people do face the same thing? I am facing many up normal things …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sds4c23tRhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Kg7BrsZ3aX4/s1600-h/Question%20mark%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Question mark" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="Question mark" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sds4eH1TMYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/J3v_0YW9n-0/Question%20mark_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wonder one…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last Friday, after a very long cleaning day … just wanted to take a shower and relax… I get off my clothes … and suddenly &lt;b&gt;surprise surprise&lt;/b&gt; … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sds4fJe3O9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/kADc1rOZzNQ/s1600-h/surprise%20face%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sds4gi7VhNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QBUjd-Ybcoc/surprise%20face_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I see a long cut on my leg… where is this from? I have NO IDEA … two days later I feel my finger etching whenever I touch water … here again another cut … OMG … WHERE IS THIS FROM?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok I don’t mind getting cut but why can't I know from where the hell I got hit… I even remember last month … my friend was teasing me over our meal, so she slap me on my shoulder … I found it so painful it was strange… later on the same day, I change … and here I see a very dark brose on my arm … no in million years it was from that hit.. It only triggered the pain … I tell mum, she laugh and say &amp;quot;maybe you walk a sleep… then u get this brose&amp;quot; …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I seriously becoming to think of the option I walk a sleep therefore I don’t remember how I got hit … ;-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wonder two…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now ppl when they drive a car they may come across and hit another car, people walking, cat or dog … but guess what I hit? … I HIT BIRDS … yes I do … no I did … more than once … HOW COME? Dose my car fly and I don’t know? Is my speed far fast than birds? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sds4hnkA1gI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fWFLhFqcVsk/s1600-h/surprise%20toast%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="surprise toast" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="surprise toast" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sds4ikFq_7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/k0fBHRY1bqE/surprise%20toast_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6597907434946153790?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6597907434946153790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6597907434946153790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6597907434946153790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder …'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sds4eH1TMYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/J3v_0YW9n-0/s72-c/Question%20mark_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-3590772415502202756</id><published>2009-04-02T21:51:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:51:16.648+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught without make up!‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I saw many celebrities caught without make up, specially Arab celebrities… But this was shocking.. DAAAAM&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT42pHVLVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8yejivEZT84/s1600-h/Anna%20Kournikova.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Anna Kournikova" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Anna Kournikova" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT462KR3uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GgyrrYkucAU/Anna%20Kournikova_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT5EVKrFjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jF-PxFphgyI/s1600-h/Beyonce.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Beyonce" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Beyonce" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT5H7rgVMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x9TH-bscgPg/Beyonce_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT5P6qdFII/AAAAAAAAAGg/GqE_nAlHdDg/s1600-h/Britney%20Spears.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Britney Spears" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Britney Spears" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT5Ve3gt3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/nTCad4nz5C8/Britney%20Spears_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT5fO4iovI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Vibk6iaol2g/s1600-h/Cameron%20Diaz.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Cameron Diaz" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Cameron Diaz" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT5j2lPOBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ftPVcuJUmxo/Cameron%20Diaz_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT5tWrsnjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2auSD6eQyK8/s1600-h/Debra%20Messing.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Debra Messing" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Debra Messing" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT5yAf2VzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oOmF_1xljcQ/Debra%20Messing_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT57Kx0ByI/AAAAAAAAAG4/G8SXVjXl-j8/s1600-h/Eva%20Longoria.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Eva Longoria" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Eva Longoria" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT5_0DD6uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OSxcVO3lNiA/Eva%20Longoria_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT6Iyq5eKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TYSwmuOri94/s1600-h/Goldie%20Hawn.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Goldie Hawn" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Goldie Hawn" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT6NBDmE1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/H-Nz9Mjuq80/Goldie%20Hawn_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT6WLlPnFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PcBlEun5D9I/s1600-h/Hilary%20Duff.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Hilary Duff" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Hilary Duff" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT6avnzhdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/k0mONryJE94/Hilary%20Duff_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT6kzPLfyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GqZ8YllRoJ8/s1600-h/Katherine%20Heigl.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Katherine Heigl" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Katherine Heigl" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT6pFh4mJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/aETrIGkDwJA/Katherine%20Heigl_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT6yzo17nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/L5qCY3P2Dao/s1600-h/Pamela%20Anderson.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Pamela Anderson" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Pamela Anderson" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT63rO3giI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0ULLrLEG8sA/Pamela%20Anderson_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT7AcWj3PI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QvgaR7SAyAk/s1600-h/Penrlope%20Cruz.png"&gt;&lt;img title="Penrlope Cruz" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Penrlope Cruz" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT7ElMtKVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I1ScuBMWzmI/Penrlope%20Cruz_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feeling better about yourself now girls?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-3590772415502202756?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3590772415502202756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/caught-without-make-up.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3590772415502202756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3590772415502202756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/caught-without-make-up.html' title='Caught without make up!‏'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdT462KR3uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GgyrrYkucAU/s72-c/Anna%20Kournikova_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4631076363707869711</id><published>2009-04-02T14:07:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:07:10.330+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Morning…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdSOOdmIBMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HeHVHFCQWvM/s1600-h/IMG00117%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00117" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00117" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdSOPbUaRqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/r9YuPuKjmuE/IMG00117_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today morning I have my breakfast with friends… it was against my plan &amp;quot;I wanted to sleep&amp;quot; but could not akaser be5a6rhoom …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We 9a7 3oyoni kanet warma … But I enjoyed my time… Below is my cup of tea…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdSORobUxKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vHfylLPm-EY/s1600-h/IMG00116%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG00116" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG00116" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdSOS0gP1rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Pz6zj0zIsQI/IMG00116_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meen kether ma kent faj3ana … neseeet a9awer al meal .. never mind ;P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, when I was having my meal, suddenly I receive a strange call from mum, we had this conversation…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUM: Where are you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: Mama, as I told you … at my breakfast…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUM: where is it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: At shatti aria…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUM: with who?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: My friends, Sam, Moha and ShooSH.. .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUM: Who was driving? Did they pick you up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: No mum, I took my car…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUM: WHY? Why u drive? Why you did not tell them to pick you up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;by the way … I told her all this once I work up … and she asked me to get some staff while I am on my way back home…&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;ME: Mama, I took the care, so i don’t be late… as you asked me …&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUM: off … ok ok ok … Buff, she closed the line…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, a very strange look in my face… I felt she wanted something … but she got confused… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After two hr I am back home… she called me again with a very relaxed tone this time … and during the conversation she told me they lost one of their young employee, she passed away on her way to work today morning and she is just in my age… she described how everyone is sad on the other end, I can imagine … then started with her advice on how we should take extra care while driving …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After we ended the phone call, I realized why she was worried and confused earlier … Alhamdullah, I controlled my temper at that time, and did not react … it was her reaction from the sad news.. 9a7 how we suddenly can lose some one in just a blink… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Imagine how we leave work every day and just grantee we are going to meet them the next day… How we plan our work together for next day or even the next week… and suddenly this person just die…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ena Lellah Wa Ena Eleyhe Rage3oon…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Allah yer7amha we yeghamed ro7ha el gana … Allah ye9aber ahelha… Ameen…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4631076363707869711?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4631076363707869711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-morning.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4631076363707869711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4631076363707869711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-morning.html' title='Today Morning…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdSOPbUaRqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/r9YuPuKjmuE/s72-c/IMG00117_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-1864815999376508935</id><published>2009-04-01T17:49:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:49:29.364+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un wanted guest…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdNw4fcVHaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1yjfUcFTWCs/s1600-h/Lizard%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Lizard" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="Lizard" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdNw5hTEo3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/1oILhPephSA/Lizard_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After long day at work, arrived home sooooo tired you cant believe how long my week so far… i come every day back home with a bad headeack i feel my self mentally tired… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Any how, walk in the house… look for my mum, finally i got her in the room relaxing while watching her TV… as i was tired i lied next to her … then fall a sleep for few min… then as we are expecting heavy rain we decided to get extra drinking water and bla bla bla … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mum manager to put on her 3abaya and work out the room, i put on again my working high heels, shellah and handbag … The moment i step out the room i see something is moving around me… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OMG…. I went screaming out loud …. &lt;b&gt;Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhey … screaming and step dancing, guess what was it?!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;IT was a &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;LIZARD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; … yea I hate them … it was so big and shaklo yelawa3 el chabed … &lt;b&gt;3aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now the funny part is, we both scare of them … 7ata I am better then mum, when it comes to tiny once but this … gooosh I could not hold myself … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now we are only two, cant kill him, cant go out the house and leave him … &lt;b&gt;WHAT SHOLD WE DO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mum called her husband, where he was kinda far… kept waiting and waiting … looool … yea we could not do anything except making sure where he is till the killer comes … as we could not wait longer guess what we did? … not me but mum went out the house called the first man she saw in front of the house, called him to kill the lizard … hehehe yea yea I know … we are all freaking scarred ;P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-1864815999376508935?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1864815999376508935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-wanted-guest.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1864815999376508935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1864815999376508935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-wanted-guest.html' title='Un wanted guest…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SdNw5hTEo3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/1oILhPephSA/s72-c/Lizard_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-3599958599558147863</id><published>2009-03-30T09:10:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:13:47.803+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guest to Remember.. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last weekend, my mum asked me to cancel all my plans, as we are expected a guest who lives out of Oman, to be honest i got a little upset, not because i don't like guest … bel3aks… if i have the chance i will entertain everyday… But the problem when mum loose it … she becomes someone else when she has guests….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum gets worried, what to be cooked?, hoe much? Will she likes it or not? atc atc ….. not to mention she want things “everything” to be done in certain way “the perfect way” … imagine even the plats has to be put in certain way…. do all you mums are like that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addition to that, the house must be extra spotless “remember we don't have a maid right now” … so all her tension and ups and downs fall on me … Who else?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well it's never endless list till the guests come and leave… Now imagine this guest is coming for two days … &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TO BE &lt;b&gt;continuing&lt;/b&gt; …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-3599958599558147863?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3599958599558147863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/guest-to-remember-1.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3599958599558147863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3599958599558147863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/guest-to-remember-1.html' title='A Guest to Remember.. 1'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-8696429977471278960</id><published>2009-03-30T08:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:38:22.146+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><title type='text'>How Passionate Are You?</title><content type='html'>One of the many crazy online tests i like to take ... this one about (How Passionate Are You?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below is the result... I wonder if it's true ... but it's interesting ... check it out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're Passion Type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mix passion with pragmatism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Traits: open, sensitive, balanced, empathetic, loyal, thoughtful Introspective and self-aware, you have a solid grip on your emotions. Your friends and family consider you "the rock" they can turn to and lean on during tough times. Part of that trust comes from the fact that you always try your best to say what you mean and mean what you say. This is part of your healthy outlook on life, love and work. Hard work is important, but remember to listen to your instinct when it tells you to take a step back and enjoy the quiet moments. There are certain things that you will always be passionate about, whether it's a certain cuisine, a type of music, or a particular sport. On the flipside, there are also things that will never interest you. But that's OK. Your romantic partner appreciates your unwavering sensibility, your balanced temperament, and consistent signs of love and care. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-8696429977471278960?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8696429977471278960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-passionate-are-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8696429977471278960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8696429977471278960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-passionate-are-you.html' title='How Passionate Are You?'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-8580601501023313538</id><published>2009-03-27T19:21:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:45:04.485+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Quoted&quot;'/><title type='text'>ابسط الأشياء أكثرها سعادة</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;ابسط الأشياء أكثرها سعادة&lt;br /&gt;قد تحتار ماذا تقرأ من بين الكثير من الكتب التي لا تشتهي أن تتناولها الآن أو قد تنضب خياراتك في البحث عن شيء لا تعرف أسمه ولكنه سيكون مريح لك لو فعلته لذا أقرأ بيتين من الشعر ستجد بالتأكيد ذلك الشعور الذي كنت تبحث عنه ولا تعرف أسمه !&lt;br /&gt;إن من البيان لسحرا ، فبعض الكلمات تختزن في حروفها سحر لا يجعلك تشعر بإنسانيتك فقط بل وتشعر بأنك ملاك وكل من حولك كذلك وربما أجمل من ذلك .&lt;br /&gt;فقط جرب وأقرأ القليل منه ..&lt;br /&gt;ومن أجمل الأبيات التي لا انفض من ترديدها هي كلمات أبو فراس الحمداني عندما قال :&lt;br /&gt;فليتك تحلو والحياة مريرةٌ&lt;br /&gt;وليتك ترضى والأنام غضابُ&lt;br /&gt;وليت الذي بيني وبينك عامرُ&lt;br /&gt;وبيني وبين العالمين خرابُ&lt;br /&gt;إذا صح الود منك فالكل هينُ&lt;br /&gt;وكل الذي فوق التراب ترابُ&lt;br /&gt;أما البيت الشعري الذي لا مناص لأحد إلا وقد شعر فيه فهو ما قاله امرئ ألقيس&lt;br /&gt;أمر على الديار ديار ليلى&lt;br /&gt;أقبل ذا الجدار وذا الجدار&lt;br /&gt;وما حب الديار شغفن قلبي&lt;br /&gt;ولكن حب من سكن الديار&lt;br /&gt;يبدو وكأنه النشيد الوطني للإنسانية بأسرها !&lt;br /&gt;ويقال أن أكثر الأبيات في الشعر العربي رومانسية هي كلمات عنترة عندما قال&lt;br /&gt;ولقد ذكرتك والرماح نواهلُ&lt;br /&gt;مني وبيض الهند تقطر من دمِ&lt;br /&gt;فوددت تقبيل السيوف لأنها&lt;br /&gt;لمعت كبارق ثغرك المبتسمِ&lt;br /&gt;أما البيت الذي يقال أنه من عبقرية الشعر بأجملها هو بيت نزار قباني حين قال :&lt;br /&gt;الحب على هذه الأرض&lt;br /&gt;هو بعض من تخيلنا&lt;br /&gt;لو لم يكن عليها لخترعناه !&lt;br /&gt;الصدق خلف هذه الأبيات جعلها تعيش وتحفظ وكلما تسمع لا تنفك إلا أن تتنهد ! وتظل القصائد أجمل من ورود الصباح وأجمل من كل الهدايا على شرط أن تجد من يفهمها !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-8580601501023313538?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8580601501023313538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8580601501023313538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/8580601501023313538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='ابسط الأشياء أكثرها سعادة'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-9027705641053295008</id><published>2009-03-24T22:55:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:49:12.021+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged...'/><title type='text'>The VERY long TaG from Standy…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d900d9;"&gt;LAST THINGS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;Vitamin C (one of my fav drinks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Last phone call: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From my friend and coworker Bouquet Designer (BD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Last instant message: &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;I text my friend (BD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Last song you listened to: &lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;Miami "enti oumi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Last time you cried : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmmm … Last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Last text message : &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;from my best friend (SAM), asking me to add our mutual friend of FB..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f200f2;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. RED&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Pink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f200f2;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. Made a new friend : &lt;span style="color:#00ff00;"&gt;hmm No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Fallen out of love : &lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Laughed until you cried : &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, last weekend when "after long time" I meet my shella !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Met someone who changed your life: &lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm … not this month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you : &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;In my office "all the time" L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Have you kissed anyone on your Facebook friends list: &lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;LOL … Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. How many people on your Facebook friends list do you know in real life: &lt;span style="color:#00ff00;"&gt;I didn't really know seven out of 34 friends in total …. SO You do the math ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: &lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;Hmmm … elle allah ya36ini … aham shay a reasonable gap between them … but I guess 4 are enough ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Do you have any pets: &lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: &lt;span style="color:#ff80ff;"&gt;hmm … when I was a kid, don’t care anymore ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. What did you get for your last birthday: &lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;hmm… oh yea .. at that time I was just back from 3omra, my friends made fun of me and got me fulla el mut7agebah … hehe yea this are my friends.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. What time did you wake up today : &lt;span style="color:#80ff80;"&gt;6:00am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: &lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;I stopped reading just on exact 12 midnight and slept… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: &lt;span style="color:#008040;"&gt;Travel with my crazy best friends…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Last time you saw your father: &lt;span style="color:#800040;"&gt;25 years ago, which I don’t remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Have brothers and sisters…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: &lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;Oprah's show …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: &lt;span style="color:#ff80c0;"&gt;Not that i can remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;34. Who’s getting on your nerves right now: LOL!! no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;35. Most visited webpage: plogespot.com ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;36: what’s your real name: do u think ill answer that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;37. Nicknames : queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;38. Status: Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;40. Male or female: Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;44. University: Luton University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;45. Hair color : Currently, Red head ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;46. Long or short : In between… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;47. Are you a health freak: Hmmm, do you think do!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;48. Height: Never knew my height … but I guess around 160&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;49. Do you have a crush on someone: Heheh … my Doc ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;50: What do you like about yourself: hmmm, I only have the opposite list :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;51. What don’t you like about yourself: being sensitive…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;52. Righty or lefty: Right…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f200f2;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;53. First surgery: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;54. First piercing: Ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;55. Your first best friend: hmm.. Nasra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;56. First award: i don’t remember i ever got one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;57. First sport you joined : Not sporty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;58. First pet: Not into pets …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;59. First vacation: The one will call vacation … Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;60. First concert: Miami Band..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff40;"&gt;61. First crush: LOOOOL … cant recall ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e800e8;"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;62. Eating : Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;63. Drinking: Again nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;64. I’m about to: Go to BED… sooooooooooo sleepy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;65. Listening to: TV on the background…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;66. Waiting for: finish this post.. and sleeeeeeeeeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ec00ec;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Want kids: sure, inshallah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;68. Want to get married : why not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;69. Careers in mind: Self employed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f400f4;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;70. Lips or eyes: Lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;71. Hugs or kisses: Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous: Both...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms: Both… ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;74. Sensitive or loud: Wala wa7id…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship: Both are interesting…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;76. Trouble maker or hesitant: Never trouble maker…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;77. Lefty or Righty: Doesn't matter…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;78. Shorter or taller: Hell Taller…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;79. Older or Younger: Preferable Older…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f000f0;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts: Hmmm, don’t think so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;81. Ran away from home: LooL.. not yet ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;82. Kissed a stranger: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;83. Drank Pepsi: Are you serious… DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;84. Broken someone’s heart: Well, I don’t think so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;85. Been arrested : GoooD… Not that naughty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;86. Turned someone down: Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;87. Cried when someone died : Indeed, even if I didn’t know them…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;88. Liked a guy/girl friend?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ea00ea;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;89. Yourself: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;90. Miracles: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;91. Love at first sight: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;92. Heaven : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;93. Santa Claus: DAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;94. Kiss on the first date : No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;95. Angels : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f000f0;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;96. Are you happy with your life: al7amdulliah.. allahuma la e3tira'9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now: My loved once…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time: LoooL.. No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;99. Do you believe in God : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff8040;"&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Sure =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6ab5ff;"&gt;ok that was a VERY long tag..&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall asleep.. i tag everyone who did not do it … You and yea you :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-9027705641053295008?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/9027705641053295008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-long-tag-from-standy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/9027705641053295008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/9027705641053295008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-long-tag-from-standy.html' title='The VERY long TaG from Standy…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5351357997429045888</id><published>2009-03-22T22:55:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:48:07.710+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><title type='text'>I Miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I never meet you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I never knew you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I only got to know your face from old pictures..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I heard a lot..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was told how humble person you were..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could see the shine and tears in each and everyone’s eyes when they know who i am to you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hear the same story .. same description again and again about you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was so young..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So young when you were around..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So young when you carried me..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So young when you played with me..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So young when i last took a picture with you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So young when you left..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wonder..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How come i miss you this much..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How my life would be deferent if you were around..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How much you will be proud of me if you were around..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How you would give me lessens in life..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How you would make me ready to face this life.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish you shared the moments i celebrate my birthdays each year..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish you gave me that big hug on my graduation day..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish you comfort me when my heart got broken..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish you if i can spend one more day with you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish if I knew you as much as all this strangers who knew you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish if i can call you one time … DAD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;DAD, I MISS YOU..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…………………………………………………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alla yer7amak ya aboi…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alla ye’3ferlak thonobak..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alla yeg3alak men ahl el gana.. Ya rab..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…………………………………………………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5351357997429045888?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5351357997429045888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5351357997429045888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5351357997429045888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss you'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-2053364358937494341</id><published>2009-03-20T01:05:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:47:20.528+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Identity..'/><title type='text'>Reading Reading Reading ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Very interesting, i cant stop i mean put the book on hold ;P... will catch up once i finish... I have many post (thoughts) just on waiting ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/ScKzpX2qcCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1ttlqdOPUkE/s1600-h/Banat%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="244" alt="Banat" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/ScKzrhp8GmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/s0Tukig_jz0/Banat_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohhh, by the way ... Did any one read this book? ...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-2053364358937494341?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2053364358937494341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/reading-reading-reading.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2053364358937494341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2053364358937494341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/reading-reading-reading.html' title='Reading Reading Reading ...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/ScKzrhp8GmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/s0Tukig_jz0/s72-c/Banat_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6189110841121330805</id><published>2009-03-13T22:14:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:50:59.621+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>UnLucky Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey… I don’t know should I be happy or not … Today I went to ZARA … mum just wanted to spend the whole day out … after lunch we had some window shopping … one of our many stops was ZARA … sure we all know this store … and when I just step in … my eyes came across a black shoes … GUESS HOW DO THEY LOOK "see below"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SbqiknlebDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XAZ3Niy1CuM/s1600-h/ZARA%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="ZARA" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SbqilpS1ypI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U9rXYJZ6vM8/ZARA_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea BLACK, comfy height, the same velvet strips which I want … Its just my style ... And indeed they looked sexy on my feet :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I put them on my feet, and show mum … she went "wooow" … at that point in my mind: &lt;em&gt;YES that means she liked them and she can buy them for me ;P …&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Mum said: &lt;em&gt;but they are big!&lt;/em&gt; … and then I released yes they are … I asked for help…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;can I get this in 39, this are 40&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE: "weird expression on his face"&lt;em&gt; well I don’t think so&lt;/em&gt; … he looked below … then said": &lt;em&gt;ill try look in the store …&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few min later: &lt;em&gt;sorry mum this are only the last two, 36 and 40 …&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAM after all excitement, after all that looking and searching of something similar for years… finally I got it … But ya 5a9ara … No my Size :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S To those who are lost, read my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for the bad picture, it was packed ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6189110841121330805?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6189110841121330805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/unlcky-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6189110841121330805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6189110841121330805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/unlcky-me.html' title='UnLucky Me...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SbqilpS1ypI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U9rXYJZ6vM8/s72-c/ZARA_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5372552058707796803</id><published>2009-03-13T00:44:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:50:59.621+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>Good Bye My Shoe ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Heyyyy... I miss being here ... i was off line for some time and its seems forever ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sbl0EVWZ7DI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OC5GmYsqwRs/s1600-h/GetAttachment%5B6%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="GetAttachment[6]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sbl0FbHPDtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aUPmFm6V6sI/GetAttachment%5B6%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok back to my shoe .. Yea my shoe .. usually i dont give away my things easy, i am so royal &amp;quot;as they say&amp;quot; .. and here is my all time favorite shoe ever .. its my shoe for all time .. Office, Shopping any thing any time you name it .. this is a special shoe .. the most comfy one ... its my all time favorite ...&amp;#160; and its just BLACK .. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mum got tired from it .. she started yelling .. 5ala9 5ala9 hareety el na3al ... baas baas ... and i could not let it go ... then i start looking for even something similar ... but no chance :( ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know what make them my fav. wait let me remember how i got them, well yea .. I bought them in a great sale .. it was in UK new look .. where i had to get something not boots or trainers for my trip back home ... I got them for about seven pounds .. yea just seven and they stay with me for seven years &amp;quot;wow ... What a great DEAL ... hehehehe &amp;quot; ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes it just happened that you get one thing and its just perfect ... yea just fit ... exact style ... and dont mention suitable to every occasion ... that's how my new look black shoe was to me ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seven years ... its a life time ... imagine how many days I spend wearing this shoe, the place i traveled on them ... Yea Yea ... I know by this time you think i am nuts ... But its just not easy to give them away ... But what else should i do?, i guess no matter how long ... things change towards the end ... like my show as i cant wear them anymore ...&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SEE ... how just lovely they look in my feet ...&amp;#160; its just my style ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sbl0G27ZISI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dQMvs3xY1sg/s1600-h/GetAttachment%5B2%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="GetAttachment[2]" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sbl0H01jyBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/c47bZRUjqRw/GetAttachment%5B2%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good Bye my shoe... It was my honor to dedicate this post to you for all good time you took care of me ... and you never let me down ... LoVe YoU ...&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sbl0JMwPANI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UjTgnNOnhY0/s1600-h/GetAttachment%5B10%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="GetAttachment[10]" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sbl0J_hO6GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3EgAYfghvgw/GetAttachment%5B10%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5372552058707796803?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5372552058707796803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-bye-my-shoe.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5372552058707796803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5372552058707796803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-bye-my-shoe.html' title='Good Bye My Shoe ....'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sbl0FbHPDtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aUPmFm6V6sI/s72-c/GetAttachment%5B6%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6573399083876995886</id><published>2009-03-03T18:23:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:49:12.022+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged...'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Stand-Alone~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Put a picture of any grumpy person..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sa09bVGRlzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PjuJtDkmGN4/s1600-h/Retaj%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Retaj" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sa09cWgoG0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/lYzk54RX5I4/Retaj_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mention 3 things that are just abnormal:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Wearing short sleeves with scarf (7ejab) &amp;#8230;That it's just abnormal to me &amp;#8230; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. I love eating chocolate with salted crisp specially ships Oman ;P &amp;#8230; Its abnormal to others &amp;#8230;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;And of course and for sure GAY ppl&amp;#8230; I don&amp;#8217;t, can't and will never except this pp &amp;#8230;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mention 2 things that irritate you:&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Eating with the mouth open.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Touching my body.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mention 1 thing that trigger to your anger:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.Being ready to go and then kept waiting and waiting and waiting..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mention 3 people you can't live without:&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. My Mother&amp;#8230;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. My Friends&amp;#8230; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. My Loved ones&amp;#8230;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mention 2 of people you don't want to see:&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ill avoid the name part &amp;#8230;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. X coworker &amp;#8230;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; (She)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. One far relative &amp;#8230; (He)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mention 1 of your favorite foods:&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Fresh and hot French fries &amp;#8230; will have them any time anywhere ;P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mention 3 of your favorite songs: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;(i have many favorite songs, but will list down my all time favorite singers which I like mostly)&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Majda al Roomi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#8230;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Miami&amp;#8230;&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.3abdul Majeed 3abdullah&amp;#8230;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6573399083876995886?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6573399083876995886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-stand-alone.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6573399083876995886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6573399083876995886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-stand-alone.html' title='Tagged by Stand-Alone~'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sa09cWgoG0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/lYzk54RX5I4/s72-c/Retaj_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-2039414409737360685</id><published>2009-03-02T09:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:51:57.151+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><title type='text'>My Proud Identity... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sat_dLuR88I/AAAAAAAAAFA/od8IjN9RjrE/s1600-h/Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308476725126099906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sat_dLuR88I/AAAAAAAAAFA/od8IjN9RjrE/s320/Book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10 Posts ... Ohhhh i am very excited ... I feel so proud of myself ... i never though that i will be able to include myself in anything to do with writing ... i am IT graduate i hardly did any assay assignment or produced reports ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess its all from you bloggers ... inspired me to the max ... hehehehe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, since i am still 10 posts old, and new to the blogging world ... i have a question to all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have being reading all your post some are new and most are old ... i go through very old posts sometimes... and i just feel in touch with them ... and here i come want to comment, then i stop ... ask my self, this posts are very old, could they still see my comments? hmmm ... "thinking for a bit" then change my mind ... *sad FACE* ... then my face become the long one ;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can you advice me ... how it works? Can I or Cant ?! ... Is there a time frame for that? ;) ... hehehe I know, i might sound stupid ... but really i want to know ... ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-2039414409737360685?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2039414409737360685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-proud-identity-d.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2039414409737360685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/2039414409737360685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-proud-identity-d.html' title='My Proud Identity... :D'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/Sat_dLuR88I/AAAAAAAAAFA/od8IjN9RjrE/s72-c/Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-5845035045401549324</id><published>2009-03-02T09:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:50:59.621+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>Back to work...</title><content type='html'>After long break, i am back ... Today is my third day and still ... cant take my body off bed ... and i am just in a relaxing mood ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant be active like how i used to be ... i try my best ... I need something to motivate me big time ... specially that we are facing one hell project coming up ... they were just waiting for me ... daaam why they didn't do it during my long leave? ... I HATE THEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-5845035045401549324?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5845035045401549324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-work.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5845035045401549324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/5845035045401549324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-1800459850964369867</id><published>2009-02-26T00:03:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:48:07.710+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><title type='text'>Allergy …</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaWj7tmjQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/I28Rs2I8oQE/s1600-h/blowing%20nose%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="117" alt="blowing nose" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaWj8jrpk8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/RAYvvNTPZcw/blowing%20nose_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alhamdullah I thank god I don't have any allergy, ok maybe a little like most of us … cant understand the dust makes me sneezes a lot..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow … I have this thing angst water… I don’t understand being wet, not an inch of my body … just can't …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dry my body after shower before even getting out from the shower booth … I will dry my hands immediately after washing them … and if I am in the kitchen … don’t ask how many times I use the tissues to dry myself …. Because you are cooking you end up washing your hands every two min …. "lool … as if I cook that much" …. And I will hate myself when someone shakes my hand with his wet hand ….. daaaaam its driving me nuts …. I even don’t put food in a wet plat …. Naaah at all …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, not many ppl know this about me … BUT my uncle dose, we are very close … we have more friendship relation then uncle daughter thing … he is young, single and fun to be with… I can tell him almost anything … Many times he will come and try to hold me with his wet hands … just for the sack of teasing me… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, he noticed something below my eye and wanted to remove it from my face, where I just saw him done washing his hands… again I freaked out loud noooooooo ….. thinking he is teasing me only …. Where he was not … he got upset and guess what was his answer…. &lt;b&gt;"hey ente 3endish 7asasya men el may we ana ma23raf"&lt;/b&gt; … &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point, I was looooooool …. I laughed from the bottom of my heart … can you imagine having allergy from water … I remember laughing till losing my voice … after that 6aaaa5 9eht men 9ooooli … "yea, sometimes I lose balance when I laugh" it was never expected answer … &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="174" alt="Question mark" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaWj9a4JozI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j9UO90__IKI/Question%20mark_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How the hell a person will be able to live with water allergy … LOL  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaWj9xmMiDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bXqXuq41HAk/s1600-h/Question%20mark%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;                                                                                        &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-1800459850964369867?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1800459850964369867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/allergy.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1800459850964369867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/1800459850964369867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/allergy.html' title='Allergy …'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaWj8jrpk8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/RAYvvNTPZcw/s72-c/blowing%20nose_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-333853350561179595</id><published>2009-02-25T17:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:47:20.528+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Identity..'/><title type='text'>My morning at 2nd Cup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaWW6V7yaOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/b_VVsLh3wNI/s1600-h/IMG00061%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="277" alt="IMG00061" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaWW7jxtiRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4H5Vz28G5ok/IMG00061_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I work up early in the morning, as i planned to spend my last few days of my holidays from work enjoying the morning ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As soon i opened my eyes in the morning ... here i can small the hot chocolate and hear the nice music in the background of my fev. coffee shop... here i jumped off my bed ... kuli 7amas ... yayeee.. .... :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The best part ... they have WIFI ZONE ... you know what that means? ... I can be online, plog and listen to my music ... and as well i was planning to have my calligraphy pens and paper to practice writing....&amp;#160; and i took my book as well ... as if i will be going to do all of that ... loool&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After one hr i am already there... just walked in ... i noticed its empty ... usually by that time you see few ppl working with their laptop ... i saw only one ... I looked for a spot where off course will be able to access the electricity incase i need to charge my laptop ... kept my things (I was all lauded ... ;) ).... then went to order my hot chocolate and i was hell hungry ... but unfortunately .... Their sandwich was not yet ready ...&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was: :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HE: sorry they are not ready yet...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ME: ok ill have only hot chocolate...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HE: No problem, but did you came for the Internet..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ME: Yes.. Why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HE: I am sorry, its not working, its not from us, its from the Internet company ... &amp;quot;with a stupid smile in his face&amp;quot; &amp;#8230; as if he was trying to say ... do not blame me/us, we do pay our bills ... loool&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ME: hmmm ... ok its ok ...in my head: ill practice and still can read my book... good i got everything with me ... ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then me telling myself... hey i can still enjoy my morning, do not want anything upset my morning :-) ... great sprit ha.. ? ... sat at my spot, having my cup, enjoying it to the max...&amp;#160; took my book which i dumb for few months now, and continue reading it... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Notice, i work up early, hungry did not get my sandwich i was looking forward to, and no internet ... but still not upset...and forgot to mentioned, the guy did not have change... yea he did not ... so i am plus with not having my change yet ... &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kept reading for a while ... for two chapter or so then i decide to start writing and move to my art moooooood .... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The place was sooo quite, relaxed mood ... great music in the background and the coffee small just hmmmm....&amp;#160; Faj2a from nowhere i heare ppl screaming and i raised my head looked up... OMG ... a group of five boys walked in then another two they all talk to each other, then few more ... and the place becoming noisy and more noisy ... OMG around a group of 15 boys sat together in front of me ... screaming, laughing they are just very very loud ... they seem all from school, and they all seem to study together and they just step out from exam... &amp;quot;I guess&amp;quot; ....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ohhhh weeen ayamna ... ne5ala9 madrasa nrooo7 ween kena nroooo7 be katheeeer Macdonald hatha kan shay... ma jeeel el yooom ....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kept listing to their conversation, oh it was soooo fun...I know its bad ... but honestly i did not mean too ... they were just loud...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First topic was exams, who cheated .... oh they are sooo open to it ... boy1: yes i cheated the whole number 5 questions ... from folan... they dont call names ohhh they have woundeful nikenames ... el jamooos ... el ford ....&amp;#160; In my head: how old are this guys ... they dont seem that old ... and how did they end up all here... i dont see a bus outside ... loool &amp;#8230; they all driving already .... &amp;quot;i get to know from their 2nd topic&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OMG ,,, at my old time you only drive when you finish school .... bel3afya ana te3alamt sewaqa we ana fe elkulia .... hehehe weeeen ayamna...&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Topic two was about cars ... OR the 2nd topic i heard... they described cars, the look the sounds... ohh the way they make sounds you will just think the car&amp;#160; is in the cafe... with really funny face expirations.. i guess if i was to spend more long time with them i will be having a good knowledge of cars .... one boy: i am going to get this car... one boy: no this cars are not inn mo'6a el sana al mathya ... hehehe imagine!... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After no time ... i felt like i am sitting with them, began to know their names their cars even their school results.. As much they annoy when they step inn, as much i enjoyed the time they were around ... :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While they are still around, and i am trying not to listen... and keep writing... i noticed they became whispering .... hmmm ... I raise my head and look around, i see a person coming to set on the empty table next to me .... walla walla walla ... i swear&amp;#160; for the first ten sec i could not know if he was a girl or a boy ... till my eyes spot his breast where i notices he dont have any ... and all my friends were looking at him &amp;#8230; he was a mark you could not stop looking &amp;#8230;. in my head: OMG, do we have this ppl in my country, never notice them around ... ok, then kept doing my work again... &amp;quot;trying ma a7a9al thonoob zeyada&amp;quot; &amp;#8230; but the way he was working, kept his mug, saat down and his two legs were close to each other &amp;#8230;. The way he kept his staff &amp;#8230; as he was holding a two books with him &amp;#8230;. Goooooooood can't describe it HE WAS SOOOO GAY&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Later then, i got excited and starting writing this post... and the boys starting leaving one after the other and the place started to be empty of boys and full of grownup ... :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am Glad, enjoyed my company at the coffee shop .. ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My day even got better later on, went lunch with cozon at 2pm, went for a movie with my best friend at 5:30pm &amp;quot;had a blast watching the women&amp;quot;, went to jam3ya at 7:30pm ... later went to a grocery shopping and was back home almost 11pm ... wow, i was dead tired after spending the whole day out &amp;#8230; I slept in no time....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="1"&gt;Note: it was on last Tuesday .. :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-333853350561179595?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/333853350561179595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-morning-at-2nd-cup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/333853350561179595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/333853350561179595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-morning-at-2nd-cup.html' title='My morning at 2nd Cup...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaWW7jxtiRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4H5Vz28G5ok/s72-c/IMG00061_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-4487893589455362174</id><published>2009-02-24T01:32:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:50:59.621+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>I am poor, cant afford cheap things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaMWTCjMURI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bvxaEGIEbIE/s1600-h/Tight+money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306109302330380562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaMWTCjMURI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bvxaEGIEbIE/s320/Tight+money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok ok ok ... i have no idea how i am gonna put this into words but here we go... the title was quoted from my aunty ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we are in the living room myself, mum, aunty and her daughter... in the middle of our funny, cool lovely conversation... here my aunty says... i am poor therefore i can't afford cheap things... she was dammm serious about it... and as usual i start my all time conversation between me and myself... what is she saying? What does she mean? and my friends were bubbling above my head &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff8080;"&gt;? ! ? ! ? !&lt;/span&gt; .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went back to school practice, when i used to not understand what i have been told so i keep repeating it ... "I am poor can't afford cheap things" again and again ... for few seconds then the mercy came from my aunty with the explanation (maybe it was so obvious on my face) ... yea because i am poor i must make sure i get the nice things once, i can't keep buying everyday ... for example: if u buy cheap shoes, they will cut off for a short period of time... then have to buy another one, again cheap then again buy another one ... you end up spending lots of money... instead you buy your one good quality which is obvious will be expensive and use it for enough time till you afford another one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do I make sense?... you sure you do my aunty, :D .... I must say i keep learning new lessons from you every day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now I have all the excuse to buy all expensive brand of handbags shoes atc…. And mum will be silent … he he he he "evil smile"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, my dear reader ... i am not crazy with the title ... I am sure you did though so... Right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember : I am poor can't afford cheap things... ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff8080;"&gt;Note: my aunty is not poor, and she is well knows of her great test of choosing staff … and her very great sense of hummer … :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-4487893589455362174?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4487893589455362174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-poor-cant-afford-cheep-things.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4487893589455362174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/4487893589455362174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-poor-cant-afford-cheep-things.html' title='I am poor, cant afford cheap things...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaMWTCjMURI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bvxaEGIEbIE/s72-c/Tight+money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-7366618040018890069</id><published>2009-02-21T23:59:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:47:20.528+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Identity..'/><title type='text'>To my right thumb…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my right thumb..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You hurt me so deep..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBco3ta8hI/AAAAAAAAABU/Aoszw8vZ-DQ/s1600-h/1st%20pic%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="132" alt="1st pic" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcpWSN88I/AAAAAAAAABY/AiA92WlQOYc/1st%20pic_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You broke ur nail..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcqJkmYpI/AAAAAAAAABc/2wqVX6IrD78/s1600-h/broken%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="broken" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcq16__hI/AAAAAAAAABg/KlzVi3BDnJ0/broken_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my right thumb..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After all the time I spend taking care of ur nail..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcrqSxbGI/AAAAAAAAABk/DLUK-J2CB_k/s1600-h/in%20office%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="in office" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcscDdXuI/AAAAAAAAABo/lLSGW_UpLhY/in%20office_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You made my hand look ugly..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="170" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/CSP/CSP025/k0258513.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You kept me in pain&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my right thumb.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not hold my right ear and play with it the way I do all time..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not scratch myself..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not text using my mobile phone..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBctFm-WjI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZstWn_QppAU/s1600-h/k0549791%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="k0549791" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBct_B4XQI/AAAAAAAAABw/zhDUJ26DUzQ/k0549791_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not change the channel..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcutda4DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ETnVid5mXwc/s1600-h/change%20channel%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="change channel" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcvb_zOjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2dXZQqjRrdU/change%20channel_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my right thumb..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not close or open my cloths buttons..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcv5jaoVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ECXIT2wo9f0/s1600-h/leg%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="leg" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcw5Kon_I/AAAAAAAAACA/0CI1SR00ePA/leg_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not massage my mother's when she needed..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcxbKwDjI/AAAAAAAAACE/uv9csg61LlA/s1600-h/massage%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="massage" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcyBDMguI/AAAAAAAAACI/VBxcqfqnxJA/massage_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not even ware able to hold me cup normal..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my right thumb..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not hold things normally..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcy-ZbjQI/AAAAAAAAACM/5AU3mTMF8-k/s1600-h/k1225940%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="k1225940" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBczvlSxhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4lmIgr8Rv0I/k1225940_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc0JAloPI/AAAAAAAAACU/VZcnsmN09AM/s1600-h/holding%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="holding" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc0-6JDeI/AAAAAAAAACY/TJlSSnb-hyc/holding_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not type normally..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc170PDnI/AAAAAAAAACc/pbJRRFSYQSs/s1600-h/typing%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="typing" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc2xEwJ3I/AAAAAAAAACg/BCMrukawkXA/typing_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not do the things I love all the time..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc3VnYOVI/AAAAAAAAACk/MmUCJca6n5U/s1600-h/k0621619%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="k0621619" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc4e2wNdI/AAAAAAAAACo/jplRWjA8R7o/k0621619_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my right thumb..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can't close my shoes..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc4yjZUXI/AAAAAAAAACs/HPTV9F7i8lU/s1600-h/cinderella%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="cinderella" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc5mamLPI/AAAAAAAAACw/RibFUr2BlUk/cinderella_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can't pull my pants..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc6b3YrqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FKOEVgIimj8/s1600-h/shake%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="113" alt="shake" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc7HKx_FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aiGVEHo-zd8/shake_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can't put my ear ring..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my right thumb..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You see how much your nail is important &amp;#8230; I can't wait to be back long again &amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc7385oHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tcs23QfOWio/s1600-h/looong%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="looong" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc8pZpgAI/AAAAAAAAADA/u2beVMSv8-Q/looong_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And be able to put the polish I like..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc9aZWiqI/AAAAAAAAADE/LijGmQGXMDs/s1600-h/polish%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="polish" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc973KXhI/AAAAAAAAADI/zXF8pUO2t9c/polish_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And have my normal touch.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc-nB1WvI/AAAAAAAAADM/R1XUbwXCPKM/s1600-h/IE036-087%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="IE036-087" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBc_S3KY2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KXcP2s7946g/IE036-087_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And look with beauty nails again..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBdAMIjPJI/AAAAAAAAADU/RlIyL0aBh8U/s1600-h/k1019422%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="117" alt="k1019422" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBdA0I-hEI/AAAAAAAAADY/OvTTeV18Jsw/k1019422_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I hate you for that&amp;#8230; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-7366618040018890069?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7366618040018890069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-my-right-thumb.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7366618040018890069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/7366618040018890069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-my-right-thumb.html' title='To my right thumb…'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaBcpWSN88I/AAAAAAAAABY/AiA92WlQOYc/s72-c/1st%20pic_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6546431399897967259</id><published>2009-02-20T21:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:48:07.710+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><title type='text'>Fifty Random things about me...</title><content type='html'>1. I am the only daughter in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't leave the house without my watch, and if I do I feel very lost and go back home or take someone alse’s watch and put it on ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't leave the house without my phone because of mum, but when I do I thank god and feel so freeeee,,, try it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am so in love of hand bags and shoes, I keep buying them every season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a freak collector of mugs, specially the strange looking ones,,, and I must have one from each country I visit … as well as keychain ,,, I am not sure how many I have… I just love collecting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am very moody … and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love spending time home alone … I just feel free, do what I want when I want … looool this is so reminding me of UK life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don’t swim, kinda afraid… but at the same time I love water games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can get into any scary dangerous games, don’t dare me… ill do it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I speak three languages, and I hope they will be five before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love colors and all about them, I have good test of mixing them, which makes me into makeup and decor. (you can call me a makeup artist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love fruity fragrances, if u want to send me a perfume,,, keep that in mind ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate abaya, I am not sure if I can say I have five, I think I have three and two half, hahaha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I dress depends on the place am going too, and I choose the colors depends on my mood ,,, told u very moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have phobia when I enter a test … the feel, environment of being watched and tested just freak me out…. I turned to mark less because of that, well I don’t like to be in a room with no windows … hmmm its swat me off … don’t laugh at me … ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Calligraphy, its my undercover hobby … I do practice with the society of fine art (Muscat) … hopefully will become a member and be the first Omani women calligrapher to go national and international inahallah…. Loool big dream ha ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I strongly believe in …. Its not what you say, its how you say it …. I guess its self explaining…&lt;br /&gt;18. I have a small book which I note down quotes …. You can say it contain best quotes I ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I turn to make first impartation judgment on strangers …. Which I don’t like … sometimes I am mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My best friend ever is my TV ….. Don’t ever try to put me in a house without one …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I listen to every type of music …. Except ROCK… even if I don’t understand the language and usually it depends on my mood ,,,, yea again …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I love movies ,,, I can watch one movie a million time …. And every time I see something deferent on it … mostly I am into action, romantic comedy and horror… my last option will be pure girly comedy movie …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I love cartoons, yes I still watch them,,, Sally, conan are my all time fev cartoon and off course wold disney ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I don’t get upset easily … but when I do, pray not to be around …. I guess they say hodooo2 qabl al 3a9ifa …. Indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I love criminal investigation series …. CSI, NCIS, ALIAS … u name it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. As mach I love clothes I don’t buy what’s inn … or as they say fashion …. I only get what I like, I always remember where I will like something every one hats or hats something where everyone liked…. 5alif to3raf la.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I am bad when it comes to comfort people, but I try my best level….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I love morning shopping… it's my best time… specially when the weather is nice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I am a tea person… can't miss my early morning cup…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I don’t like much coffee… but I enjoy sitting in a coffee shop…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. My best holiday ever was two years back, I went to Europe with three of my very very close friends.. it was a trip which will never be forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I have three best friends, each of them understand a deferent side of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I love my cousins so much… they are my sisters and brothers that god gave me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I can't understand two thing in people… just hat it.. one: el naas el bu5ulaa2, two: el naas ele ma3endhum mawa3ed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I am proud of the person I am, the personality I have… I continue look into my weakness and improve myself… I don’t say I am perfect… ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I really enjoy driving my car… or driving in general… when I am sick or out of the country, can't wait to drive again… ;~P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I hate eid… I don’t like it… I don’t enjoy it at all… I feel kids only do enjoy and it was mad for them… if I can travel in each eid holiday, will be great…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I don’t like cooking, specially baking… it’s a life time debit between me and mum… well I do if I have too … but not out of loving it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I lose track of names easily… I can remember faces but daaamm will never remember the name … it put me fe mawaqef bay5aaaaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I hate someone touch my body.. except my future husband… loool of course :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I hate someone eating next to me with the mouth open… dam its sooo irritating me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I never care what ppl say about me … except my mother… ya3ni 6aaaf ele yeqolo al nasss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I love my nails, they are always long… back school days, couldn’t wait to finish just being able to keep them long…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I can't travel without tissue (my suitcases will have many mini pockets of tissues), I can't eat without tissue, I can't go to toilet without tissue… I guess tissue is one of my very good friends… ;~P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I loooooooooooooooooooooooooove…. Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese it's my all time best thing to eat… hehehe … and can have it with anything ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I am plane (saada) simple person, will always tent to go for plan color in every fabric … ya3ni ma a7eb el rosom wel sha5abi6 el zaida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I don’t have a lucky number but I like even numbers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I don’t forget easily, will always remember that u hurt me… will try and will not mentioned it at all… but it will always be somewhere deep inside me and never go away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I am a secret keeper… ill die before tell you someone's secret…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Fifty ….. I don’t believe I did it … it was a challenge …. Oh I DID IT… love you all readers …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6546431399897967259?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6546431399897967259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/fifty-random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6546431399897967259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6546431399897967259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/fifty-random-things-about-me.html' title='Fifty Random things about me...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-3556851178986984912</id><published>2009-02-18T14:25:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:51:57.151+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>A visit to the hospital (Butt misery)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A visit to the hospital ... walked in healthy and worked out sick...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SZvm_7awa2I/AAAAAAAAABM/igNcosTMUjk/s1600-h/H%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="230" alt="H" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SZvnAxB-p0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/1JmLLABtVT4/H_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday my mother had a follow up appointment with one of the hospital, and since it was my day off, I decided to give her company. The app. was 12:45 PM... she picks me from home at 12 noon, and all in mind is "this is early, the hospital its just two min away" then suddenly I hear mum:'' besor3a za7ma al7een yalla yalla " ... now in my head "hmm that's why *-* ok ok" ... on the way "as usual" mum keeps saying: Take this way, yallah fast, don' t give him way... oh i am getting late ... yalla yalla ... stop ... no not this way ... atc".... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally we were at the hospital parking spot at 12:25.. she worked in and reported to the reception while I am parking my car ... "which it took around ten min :("... walked in, went to the waiting area, once i step in i noticed the setting area, the wooden design grabbed my attention, a flash back came from western country's waiting area and how deferent we are, and how the culture plays a roll in this too. the setting area was build in to the walls, they are ceramic and covered with wood work which they have Islamic design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked for mum and set next to her, the moment i sat i felt ... " oh this is not comfy at all " a moment later i noticed my mum is "offff " and i see a bauble over her head saying " here the 3athab starts " ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any how...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we started our journey... at that moment it was 12:35 PM...  in my head" soon soon soon mum will be called ... but we were waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting ................   ...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="170" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/ITS/ITS197/ITF097012.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at this moment oh my butt hearts .... then finally, a man comes and call my mother :flana bint flan al fulani, then another name, flana bint flan then another flan bin flan ... now in mind: " how are they calling more then one at once... over my head are my friends &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;? ! ?&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i look to my watch it was 01:15 PM... in my head: " oh we waited for 30 min.. ok its was not bad " ... suddenly the voice who called mum is explaining: " here is women waiting area and there is men's ..." in my head " WHAT?!??????? WE ARE WAITING AGAIN?!?!??????? " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="170" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/BDX/BDX384/bxp136592.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was in the clinic waiting area  smaller and more crowded... see the setting area, again the same style .... at this moment I felt my butt is screaming ... plz plz plz .... not again nooooooo .... lool &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here another journey of waiting started....  waiting ... waiting ... waiting ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="170" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/IGS/IGS167/IS20-028.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at this area mum could not just set, she worked and asked to know the room of her Dr. then asked how long is the queue and decided like others to stand next to the Dr. door ... WHY? like others " to make sure no one gets in who is not in the queue "I guess" .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT... the waiting continued ongoing ongoing ... till 2:00 PM ... at exact that moment the person before mum stepped out ... at exact 2:05PM mum gets to see the doctor .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG.... we waited for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1hr and 20 min&lt;/span&gt; .... to see the doctor on appointment... do this ppl know what appointment means .... &lt;strong&gt;I doubt big time&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT Condensed Extra Bold;font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;"by the way ... this women was there Punished to be the last to get in as she was late to her appointment .... GOD dose it makes deferent "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOW.... why do they give appointment ... do they have any explanation of this .... is it all the time ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUM: yes, its all the time ... and this hospital is the better one ... we have much more worse to the extreme ... where you will wait for the whole day....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK now lets be honest .... is this normal? ... with all technology we have!, with all doctors we have!, with all experience this hospital have! .... why they still cant be on time? ... I doubt its a matter of the sick ppl or a matter of resources .... I guess and I am sorry to say .... its a matter with the every individual working's manner ... come on ppl this is a hospital ... a place where we should feel relaxed .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear when I step out ... my butt was screaming, my back was in extreme pain and of course painful headache .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img height="137" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/BDX/BDX285/bxp49144.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-3556851178986984912?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3556851178986984912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/visit-to-hospital-butt-misery.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3556851178986984912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/3556851178986984912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/visit-to-hospital-butt-misery.html' title='A visit to the hospital (Butt misery)'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SZvnAxB-p0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/1JmLLABtVT4/s72-c/H_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-9022090806979764171</id><published>2009-02-16T23:26:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:48:07.710+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Of My Many Identities..'/><title type='text'>WHY?....WHY?....WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wonder ... We alllllll agree eno al zawaj qisma we na9eb.. which means eno we can be married and we cant ... today women study , work and be financially free and totally independent and yet happy ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have single, married, divorce and armala... ya3ni deferent status to a women who is completely normal...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ohhh she is almost 30 and not married, ohhh her younger relatives are married and she is not .... ohhh she is being working for some time and yet not married... bla bla bla bla .... WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am tired of this comments all the time .... ill get into an even and will feel they all look at me and whisper she is nice and beautiful but not married yet.. and sometime they will ask... why?!? .... DAAH ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am a single, isn't that normal? yes i am working already and living a happy life... Why do they give me that strange look whenever they know I am single...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have to tell my self after every each event i go to .... YOU ARE 100% NORMAL PERSONE ... NOTHING IS WRONG WITH YOU...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here the most shocking one ... ok i will accept it when this comment comes from very old women who live in there on world... but here i go to this weeding and i see my old class mate ... we were very close back school time ... she got married not very long after school she is a mother of one kid now.... and here she pops the question: &lt;strong&gt;still not married&lt;/strong&gt;? now in my mind &amp;quot;oh she asks coz we have not been in touch for some time&amp;quot; ... I honestly reply: &lt;strong&gt;not yet&lt;/strong&gt; ... SHE: &lt;strong&gt;oh really! ... how come? ... I am sure you dont want to get married then, you so nice and beautiful, you need to get married.. BLA BLA BLA&lt;/strong&gt;... ME: &lt;strong&gt;WHAT?&lt;/strong&gt; then *silent* ... put a fake smile on my face and try to end the conversation ASAP ... i was complete devastated ... why its a big issue ... went back to my table and only in mind &amp;quot;dam that is only what i am missing&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyone please .... help .... I AM A NORMAL GIRL AND LIVING HAPPY SINGLE LIFE ... I DONT NEED A MAN TO BE COMPLETE ... HE COMES OK, HE DONT WHATEVER ... I HAVE NO PROPLEM STAYING SINGLE IF I DONT GET THE RIGHT PERSONE ... I RATHER BE A HAPPY SINGLE&amp;#160; THEN BE A MESRABLE MARRIED JUST TO PLEASE THE COMMUNITY ... IS THAT ANDERSTOOD ...&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-9022090806979764171?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/9022090806979764171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/whywhywhy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/9022090806979764171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/9022090806979764171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/whywhywhy.html' title='WHY?....WHY?....WHY?'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-6034307545882186905</id><published>2009-02-15T22:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:50:59.622+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Identity..'/><title type='text'>The Only OnE...</title><content type='html'>I am the only one daughter my mother ever had, I am the only one she had in her tummy for nine months, I am the only one she have to love, care and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my life time issue, not only because i miss having brothers and sisters fight, have fun with... its because i am the all time center of attention by my mother... I have no one to share her being worried, share her ups and down mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother loves me so much to the extend she calls when ever i go out... i know i am so lucky, but seriously its too much for me... and the problem she don't realise that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mother SO much, i did gave her some hard time while growing up but yet i never went to the ext rem like most teens went through, i never lied to her, never was late and always introduce her to my friends for her comfort.. i am ready to do anything for her but i just need some understanding... yet i am not married but i am over 25 yrs now and need some sphere and more trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess Ill always be a kid in her eyes, i love you mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-6034307545882186905?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6034307545882186905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6034307545882186905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/6034307545882186905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-one.html' title='The Only OnE...'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472989184483379525.post-844964359447886731</id><published>2009-02-12T01:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:12:17.853+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok … here I am… after along debit between me and myself should I, should I not then finally one of the many voices won … and I decided to join this world which I call really wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading some of bloggers for some time now … and I must admit that I was touched with many of you in many ways, some gave me strength some taught me patient and some for sure put a big smile on my face…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my first blog, which to be honest I am ''kinda nervous'' but will ignore that inner feeling … ok let me tell you a letter about myself … Currently I am 27 single leady, which was and still the only kid in the family.. yea I was born the only one … which I guess has a lot to do with the person I am today ,,, ok ok …I know what comes on ur mind now (spoiled girl) that is the impression I get all the time but the truth is fault … sure I am not… hmmm ok a little bit … well let me put it like this … I might get all the attention and given almost  everything but at the same time I get the bad thing as well, the blame and monitored 24/7 … ohhh imagine..&lt;br /&gt;Now it's getting really late… enough about me for one day..  GOOD NIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;One of my many Identity...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472989184483379525-844964359447886731?l=none-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/844964359447886731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/844964359447886731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472989184483379525/posts/default/844964359447886731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://none-identity.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-blog.html' title='My first Blog'/><author><name>No identity..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16269820879052652177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2jLnFn5x1Ks/SaE3vRDvlXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AyxXgxR_19w/S220/mannequins+wearing+hats.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
