<?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-14335995</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:37:26.907+04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Eye of the Beholder</title><subtitle type='html'>Around the Clock 24_7!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-116828000648039159</id><published>2007-01-08T22:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:13:26.816+04:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Gossip Lovers...</title><content type='html'>Check out the 2006 Celebrity Review For All Gossip Lovers (Part I and II) posted by La Guitarra on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-spotworld.blogspot.com/" target=blank&gt;EYESPOT ON THE WORLD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-116828000648039159?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/116828000648039159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=116828000648039159&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116828000648039159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116828000648039159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-all-gossip-lovers.html' title='To All Gossip Lovers...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-116746585861316008</id><published>2006-12-30T12:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:04:18.643+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Greetings :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2982/1294/1600/788937/Bestwishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2982/1294/320/188874/Bestwishes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best and wish you what you wish me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-116746585861316008?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/116746585861316008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=116746585861316008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116746585861316008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116746585861316008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/12/seasonal-greetings.html' title='Seasonal Greetings :)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-116734527457504572</id><published>2006-12-28T02:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:34:34.610+04:00</updated><title type='text'>One month later...</title><content type='html'>A month after my last post all i want to wish the GROOM (yes he got engaged!!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your previous lies and denials bless your future life with your latest FIANCEE! I was always right about her, so don't you ever tell me that i "NEVER UNDERSTOOD YOU"!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best and good luck,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-116734527457504572?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116734527457504572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116734527457504572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-month-later.html' title='One month later...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-116471519908504408</id><published>2006-11-28T15:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:59:59.120+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the silence…</title><content type='html'>Well here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time of silence couldn’t but finally burst. And here I am back to my blog hiding from anyone in real life whom I would hurt unintentionally in my long expected current rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What triggered it finally you ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news about BM getting engaged in the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I wanted on that day was to hear about his engagement. I was on my way to GITEX and while getting the news through the phone from one of his friends I got a flat tire at a speed of 160 and started to slow down my driving and shifting lanes till I reached behind the yellow line and parked my car but continued to know more about the news rather than ending the conversation and checking what happened to my car’s tire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on telling myself that this tire matter was a sign from God to tell me that I could have died at any minute and that I am protected by Him so I shouldn’t feel bad about anything whatever it was and that the tire bursting was better than me bursting or getting a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorted out a way for my tire to be replaced and while waiting I sat there just having everything in front of me in flashbacks. I wanted to cry and scream but couldn’t so I kept quite and out of no where I started praying and saying different Quoraanic verses and prayers. I calmed down and felt weird as if high on drugs or something but at least I could feel my numb body parts now and the fake big smile I’ve been carrying for the past couple of months was back in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him later that day in GITEX and acted as if everything on earth was fine except for the bursting of the tires. I even went out with our friends after GITEX to calm down myself before I drive back for 2 hours, and didn’t let anyone sense anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donno what on earth is bothering me. For a while there I thought that I am over him and I knew that he was going to meet her in his trip and I knew about her existence and I knew that something was going on between them but I kept on convincing myself that everything will be fine and that this is destiny and he deserves the best and if he is happy I am happy and etc. etc. etc. Bull sh*t! For after hearing the news, and all the details about him and her spending all that time together and all the fun and that he only went there to see her not for other reasons and that and this and I donno what it just killed me from inside, not to mention the engagement in the summer bit. I really felt as if someone was stabbing me while I watched calmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really have no idea how I am feeling but I know that I am trying to live in denial for a while until the rage in me calms down. I avoided everyone from friends to family to colleagues for the past couple of days for I didn’t want my rage to burst on any of them. I only told my sister and a special friend about it for they sensed that something was going on with me. My sis was really supportive and for the third time in her life she took BM’s side by saying that if I have the chance to meet other people then so does he. And besides all I knew about his engagement and the details were coming from a person whom we all know loves to say this and that and sometimes they turn out to be rumors or false alarms. She said that I shouldn’t care anymore of what BM wants to do in his life and that I should go on and stop looking backwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months back I swore that I would never write about BM on this blog again for the sake that he reads it every now and then. But I don’t care anymore what else do I have to lose? And besides I really don’t feel like discussing it with anyone but him! But then why should I when I already know how this conversation would go, and how I would end up as the bad person who doubts his sincerity and that it is my fault to keep on listening to his friends’ sayings and not trusting him when he tells me that there is nothing between him and this girl and how I WILL NEVER EVER UNDERSTAND HIM. On the other hand, how could he say that when the girl he is supposed to be getting engaged to is the same person I doubted for months and months before and after our break up???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really don’t feel like talking anymore for NOW will come back later. I feel like going for a walk now. Yalla will talk to you later if you are still reading this and interested in my ranting - to which i say "THANK YOU for listening".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yes it really ONLY HURTS WHEN I BREATHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-116471519908504408?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/116471519908504408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=116471519908504408&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116471519908504408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116471519908504408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/11/breaking-silence.html' title='Breaking the silence…'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-116418350216361430</id><published>2006-11-22T12:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:18:22.226+04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Only Hurts When I Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/Adobe%20ID%20060ASPHB994403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/Adobe%20ID%20060ASPHB994403.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope life's been good to you&lt;br /&gt;since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine now--I've finally moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad--I'm not that sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised just how well I survived&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the worst, and I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain--I'm free again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And it only hurts when I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;My heart &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; breaks when it's beating&lt;br /&gt;My dreams &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; die when I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;So, I hold my breath--to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm lyin' 'round cryin' at night&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to worry, I'm really all right&lt;br /&gt;I've never looked back--as a matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; hurts when I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, no, I've never looked back--&lt;br /&gt;as a matter fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurts when I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;Breaks when it's beating&lt;br /&gt;Die when I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; hurts when I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shania Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-116418350216361430?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/116418350216361430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=116418350216361430&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116418350216361430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116418350216361430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-only-hurts-when-i-breathe.html' title='It Only Hurts When I Breathe'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-116245144973987258</id><published>2006-11-02T11:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:10:49.770+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Guitar -  Toni Braxton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/Adobe%20ID%20164ASPmyz407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/Adobe%20ID%20164ASPmyz407.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smoky room, a small cafe &lt;br /&gt;They come to hear you play &lt;br /&gt;And drink and dance the night away &lt;br /&gt;I sit out in the crowd &lt;br /&gt;And close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Dream you're mine &lt;br /&gt;But you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You don't even know that I am here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was in your arms &lt;br /&gt;Like that Spanish guitar &lt;br /&gt;And you would play me through the night &lt;br /&gt;'Till the dawn &lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold me in your arms &lt;br /&gt;Like that Spanish guitar &lt;br /&gt;All night long, all night long &lt;br /&gt;I'd be your song, I'd be your song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal my heart with every note you play &lt;br /&gt;I pray you'll look my way &lt;br /&gt;And hold me to your heart someday &lt;br /&gt;I long to be the one that you caress with &lt;br /&gt;tenderness &lt;br /&gt;And you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You don't even know that I exist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was in your arms &lt;br /&gt;Like that Spanish guitar &lt;br /&gt;And you would play me through the night &lt;br /&gt;'Till the dawn &lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold me in your arms &lt;br /&gt;Like that Spanish guitar &lt;br /&gt;All night long, all night long &lt;br /&gt;I'd be your song, I'd be your song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te sientas entre la gente &lt;br /&gt;Cierras tu ojos &lt;br /&gt;Y suenas que soy tuyo &lt;br /&gt;Pero yo no siquiera se que estas ahi &lt;br /&gt;Me gustaria tenerte entre mis brazos amor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the crowd &lt;br /&gt;And close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Dream you're mine &lt;br /&gt;And you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You don't even know that I exist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was in your arms &lt;br /&gt;Like that Spanish guitar &lt;br /&gt;And you would play me through the night &lt;br /&gt;'Till the dawn &lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold me in your arms &lt;br /&gt;Like that Spanish guitar &lt;br /&gt;All night long, all night long &lt;br /&gt;I'd be your song, I'd be your song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-116245144973987258?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/116245144973987258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=116245144973987258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116245144973987258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116245144973987258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/11/spanish-guitar-toni-braxton.html' title='Spanish Guitar -  Toni Braxton'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-116061293099361808</id><published>2006-10-11T11:10:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T04:28:51.036+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I-spot World is here :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.i-spotworld.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/3905/400/ispotinvitation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-116061293099361808?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/116061293099361808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=116061293099361808&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116061293099361808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116061293099361808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-spot-world-is-here.html' title='I-spot World is here :)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-116017611219080097</id><published>2006-10-07T03:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T03:08:32.216+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Disappointed!</title><content type='html'>I get really disappointed with people who try to be/act/behave like others just to go with the flow. I do understand that at certain point in life or even every day life we would do that for different reasons like pleasing clients, avoiding a conflict etc. But i do not understand it when people change even what they believed in their whole life and even alter their character/personality just to "click" with a certain group. Talk about "Peer Pressure"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-116017611219080097?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/116017611219080097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=116017611219080097&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116017611219080097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/116017611219080097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/10/really-disappointed.html' title='Really Disappointed!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115933823421663530</id><published>2006-09-27T10:09:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:37:00.076+04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sake of your future kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/CI_KS27207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/CI_KS27207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;لا باحلامك لا باوهامك راح ترجع يوم تلاقيني&lt;br /&gt;لا سلامك لا كلامك و لا منك نظره بترضيني&lt;br /&gt;نسيت الماضي و يا اللي كان&lt;br /&gt;بقلبي ما عندك مكان&lt;br /&gt;ياما و ياما من زمان ..... من زمان ..... من زمان&lt;br /&gt;معك ضيعت سنيني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا باحلامك لا باوهامك راح ترجع يوم تلاقيني&lt;br /&gt;لا سلامك لا كلامك و لا منك نظره بترضيني&lt;br /&gt;ياما و ياما &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;تجرح قلبي&lt;/span&gt; و انت مش داري&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ضحيت باغلى ما عندي&lt;/span&gt; و احترقت بناري&lt;br /&gt;هلق بدك انسى امبارح&lt;br /&gt;راجع تطلب مني اسامح&lt;br /&gt;لا لا لا لا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;معك ضيعت سنيني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syrialine.com/arabic-songs/clip/music.php?url=http://songs1.6arab.com/julia_la-eb-a7lamak.ram" target="blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Song&lt;/a&gt; "لا باحلامك" جوليا بطرس&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; yours,&lt;br /&gt;The "Open-minded" future Mom-to-be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115933823421663530?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115933823421663530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115933823421663530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115933823421663530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115933823421663530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-sake-of-your-future-kids.html' title='For the sake of your future kids...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115900163664299444</id><published>2006-09-23T12:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:53:56.670+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Kareem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/RamadanKareem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/RamadanKareem.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takabbala Allah minkoum ma takaddama w ta2akhar insha2allah. Fee aman Allah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115900163664299444?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115900163664299444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115900163664299444&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115900163664299444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115900163664299444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/09/ramadan-kareem.html' title='Ramadan Kareem'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115893075624383100</id><published>2006-09-22T17:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:15:11.850+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Hayat Wakfat 3izz :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/Lebanese-Flag.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/Lebanese-Flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115893075624383100?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115893075624383100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115893075624383100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115893075624383100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115893075624383100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/09/al-hayat-wakfat-3izz-d.html' title='Al Hayat Wakfat 3izz :D'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115883485293428459</id><published>2006-09-21T14:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:34:12.956+04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATEVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/pic31834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/pic31834.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115883485293428459?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115883485293428459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115883485293428459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115883485293428459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115883485293428459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/09/whatever.html' title='WHATEVER!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115858358502453850</id><published>2006-09-18T16:35:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:54:38.053+04:00</updated><title type='text'>To "Refresh"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/CI_KS16758.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/CI_KS16758.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's one sad truth in life I've found,&lt;br /&gt;While journeying east and west - &lt;br /&gt;The only folks we really wound&lt;br /&gt;Are those we love the best.&lt;br /&gt;We flatter those we scarcely know,&lt;br /&gt;We please the fleeting guest,&lt;br /&gt;And deal full many a thoughtless blow&lt;br /&gt;To those who love us best."&lt;br /&gt;~Ella Wheeler Wilcox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, but I am sorry :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115858358502453850?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115858358502453850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115858358502453850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115858358502453850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115858358502453850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-refresh_18.html' title='To &quot;Refresh&quot;...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115813372626858952</id><published>2006-09-13T11:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:48:46.290+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Guardian Angel :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/Guardian%20Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/Guardian%20Angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115813372626858952?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115813372626858952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115813372626858952&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115813372626858952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115813372626858952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/09/meet-my-guardian-angel-p.html' title='Meet My Guardian Angel :P'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115813186375028118</id><published>2006-09-13T11:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:17:43.773+04:00</updated><title type='text'>ASS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/lifelikeass1111111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/lifelikeass1111111111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115813186375028118?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115813186375028118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115813186375028118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115813186375028118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115813186375028118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/09/ass.html' title='ASS!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115636754682986850</id><published>2006-08-24T01:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:12:26.873+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m just getting older…</title><content type='html'>My youngest sister was staying over at my place for the past week. Throughout the week I was always busy with my studies and work so I barely spoke to her for long hours but we enjoyed watching TV and movies together while i was stuck to my laptop. Until today! I felt guilty that I only took her out shopping for a school bag yesterday and then dinner with my friends whom she did enjoy because she likes them but still it wasn’t me and her connecting type of outing. So I called her before I finished work and asked her to get dressed and ready to go out for dinner. Passed by, picked her up and started the chitchat. And guess what… I OPENED UP PANDORA’s BOX hehehehehe everything that I missed from her life for the past year was just being gestured screamed shouted acted laughed upon reacted in Chili’s and in front of a crowd of 2 birthday parties heheheheehe YES she didn’t care about the crowd and to be honest neither did I for I enjoyed every bit of these 3 HOURS just listening to her and looking at each detail of her facial and body expressions to see how happy she was telling me all about her adventures. Although she is only 12years old but she really has a LIFE of her own and OMG I was like 18 or more when I started doing what she does now! You should check her website! Yes she has all these images of her guy friends and all her girl friends etc. We (my other sister and me) even found out a couple of months ago that she has a BOYFRIEND! I didn’t dare to ask dad to go out with a group of guys with a group of girls until I was 15 which was my last year of school. I think the boyfriend thing is over for the calls just stopped but the msn is still on, We are still looking for more evidence hehehehehehe. After finishing from Chili’s we went for a drive in the car for her to finish her unending stories which jumped from one topic into the other and then back to the main. So I ended up to know a longgggggggg "summary" hehehe of the adventures of last year in addition to know all about her friends and teachers. Went back home played BINGO for an hour with her then played cards then watched a movie together and that’s when she fell asleep on my lap. I was about to cry when I noticed that she slept. I wanted just to hold her in my arms and start kissing her to tell her how much I enjoyed every moment of the day with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept like a baby while I just sat there with all these thoughts of the day which lead me into thinking that I am growing older for now a big part of my life is encircled about my job my studies and my small business. So mom is right when she said that I am becoming self-centered and that I am not giving them enough time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also made me think that I was growing older for I really felt tired by the end of the day and that I wanted to rest and it hit me that this was what I always told BM that we need to get married before both of us are really old and have no time to bringing up children and running after them and listening to each of their stories etc. Face reality I will be turning 29 in a month or so while he will turn 34 in less than a month. So if we had the chance to hook up then we should have gotten kids immediately for I always told him that I didn’t want my first child to graduate from university and his dad is in his early 60s and mom in late 40s! I like it when kids are close to their parents’ age like me and my mom and dad. Mom is 45 while dad is 50 but at least they saw their first child MOI graduating from school 12 years ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I know that the whole issue here is the age for the birthday thing is coming closer as usual but this year I promised myself that no matter what I am happy at where I am and whatever I am doing for that’s what I killed myself for throughout the past years so this means I deserve to be here even it wasn’t what I EXACTLY wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I close this post, my sister is now a FRIENDS addict too hehehehehe yeah it is running through the family… I got it into all my siblings now except for mom and dad ;) They liked the translated version on MBC2 but still mom and dad aren’t big fans of these programs mom watches them if she’s bored while dad watches them for the good looking girls hehehehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalla ciao for now need to go tuck my sister in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I am almost a mother for the day. OKAY OKAY I won’t start nagging now about not being a mother yet, will keep that for a post I was postponing for a while ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115636754682986850?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115636754682986850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115636754682986850&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115636754682986850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115636754682986850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-just-getting-older.html' title='I’m just getting older…'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115636403073885478</id><published>2006-08-24T00:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:13:50.766+04:00</updated><title type='text'>إبحث عنّي-ماجدة الرّومي</title><content type='html'>Besides to the lyrics and the meanings i JUST ADORE the music of this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إبحث عنّي&lt;br /&gt;أنا في مكانٍ ما، أغوص وأنتظر يديك&lt;br /&gt;أنا في مكانٍ ما أنطفىء وأنتظر عينيك&lt;br /&gt;إبحث عنّي&lt;br /&gt;أنا في مكانٍ ما، أناديك وأنتظر مجيئك&lt;br /&gt;أنا في مكانٍ ما أحبّك... أحبّك...&lt;br /&gt;إمنحني وهج عينيك ليكون وطني&lt;br /&gt;وطني الوحيد ضدّ أوطان البشر&lt;br /&gt;إمنحني حبّك فلا أدخل حرباً من حروبهم&lt;br /&gt;ولا يأتيني خبر السّلام أبداً&lt;br /&gt;مدّ لي يديك من فوق حقيقة هذا العالم&lt;br /&gt;من فوق حقيقة هذا العالم&lt;br /&gt;أحبّك.. أحبّك&lt;br /&gt;إبحث عنّي&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syrialine.com/arabic-songs/clip/music.php?url=http://5aleej.6arab.com/majda..ib7ath-3ani.ram" target="blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115636403073885478?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115636403073885478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115636403073885478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115636403073885478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115636403073885478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_24.html' title='إبحث عنّي-ماجدة الرّومي'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115636234472883324</id><published>2006-08-23T23:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:58:39.863+04:00</updated><title type='text'>شو بحب اسهر- ماجدة الرومي</title><content type='html'>شو بحب اسهر .. كون قنديلك&lt;br /&gt;تغفى بعيني .. و غنيلك&lt;br /&gt;و آخر طريق الليل .. تغمرني&lt;br /&gt;عَ دروب أحلامي .. تسفرني&lt;br /&gt;شو بحب .. شو بحب .. شو بحب اسهر كون قنديلك&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;بحر و ضباب و حدّك أنا&lt;br /&gt;أيّا قمر هل .. أيّا سنا&lt;br /&gt;هيدا حلم .. هيدا هنا&lt;br /&gt;بحب الحلم لمّا&lt;br /&gt;تاخد بإيدي هيك&lt;br /&gt;و تضمّا&lt;br /&gt;و آخر طريق الليل تغمرني ..&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;حبيبي ..&lt;br /&gt;أكتر من حبيبي عمري كله&lt;br /&gt;شمسي القريبة&lt;br /&gt;تشرق علي وحدي بهالكون&lt;br /&gt;تغزل عينيّ بألف لون و لون ..&lt;br /&gt;شو بحب اسهر .. كون قنديلك&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syrialine.com/arabic-songs/clip/music.php?url=http://1.6arab.com/majda..sho-b7eb-ashar.ram" target="blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Song&lt;/a&gt; ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115636234472883324?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115636234472883324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115636234472883324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115636234472883324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115636234472883324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_23.html' title='شو بحب اسهر- ماجدة الرومي'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115572445455275418</id><published>2006-08-16T14:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:34:14.573+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/Garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/Garfield.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115572445455275418?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115572445455275418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115572445455275418&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115572445455275418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115572445455275418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/08/reality.html' title='Reality ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115442651319875788</id><published>2006-08-01T13:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:04:21.623+04:00</updated><title type='text'>أنا بتنفس حرية - جوليا</title><content type='html'>أنا بتنفس حرية .. ما تقطع عني الهواء!&lt;br /&gt;ولا تزيدا كتير عليّ .. احسن ما نُوقَع سوا؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ما بتقدر أبداً تلغيني ..&lt;br /&gt;بدك تسمعني.. وتحكيني&lt;br /&gt;وإذا فِكرك عم بتداويني..&lt;br /&gt;مش هيدا هِو الدوا!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يا ريتك مني بتسمع .. بكفي كل اللي صار&lt;br /&gt;القوة هي اللي بتوقع!.. إن وقفت بوجه الأفكار&lt;br /&gt;هالدنيا بتساع الكل .. وحدا الحقيقة بتِضّل&lt;br /&gt;وإذا بدك منلاقي الحل&lt;br /&gt;لولا منفكر سوا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;صوت الحرية بيبقى أعلى من كل الأصوات&lt;br /&gt;مهما تعصف ريح الظلم يغطي الليل المسافات&lt;br /&gt;ما فيك تلون هالكون عبعضو بذات اللون&lt;br /&gt;وتبدل نظام الأرض وتغير مجرى الهوا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syrialine.com/arabic-songs/clip/music.php?url=http://songs1.6arab.com/julia_betnafas-7oreya.ram" target="blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115442651319875788?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115442651319875788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115442651319875788&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115442651319875788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115442651319875788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='أنا بتنفس حرية - جوليا'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115415255471585364</id><published>2006-07-29T09:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:20:09.986+04:00</updated><title type='text'>ّإليك المشتكى - أصالة</title><content type='html'>ٍRamzi's &lt;a href="http://ramziblahblah.blogspot.com/2006/07/godot.html#comments" target="blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; triggered my blog of silence to become THE BLOG OF VOICE. Here's a song which i feel expresses some of OUR feelings not just mine and i only said some for there is more and more inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;إليك المشتكى ومن قلب بكى من البعد يا عمري دمعي أشتكى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إليك المشتكى ومن قلب بكى من البعد يا عمري دمعي أشتكى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;غريب حائر أمد يدي لمن&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;شريد هائم أدر وجهي لمن&lt;br /&gt;غريب حائر أمد يدي لمن&lt;br /&gt;شريد هائم أدر وجهي لمن&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أسير أسير بين أضلعي أسير&lt;br /&gt;سجين سجين من يفك قيدي&lt;br /&gt;أسير أسير بين أضلعي أسير&lt;br /&gt;سجين سجين من يفك قيدي&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;من يفك قيدي من&lt;br /&gt;من يفك قيدي من&lt;br /&gt;من يفك قيدي من&lt;br /&gt;من يفك قيدي من&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;صبري اشتكى مني&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;صبري...&lt;br /&gt;دمعي...&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إليك المشتكى ومن قلب بكى من البعد يا عمري دمعي أشتكى&lt;br /&gt;إليك المشتكى ومن قلب بكى من البعد يا عمري دمعي أشتكى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;هل لي من مجيب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من مجيب&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من مجيب&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;أشكو إليه أنيني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أشكو إليه أنيني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;هل لي من صديق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من صديق&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من صديق&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;أشكو إليه زماني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أشكو إليه زماني&lt;br /&gt;آه زماني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من مجيب&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من مجيب&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من مجيب&lt;br /&gt;أشكو إليه أنيني&lt;br /&gt;أشكو إليه أنيني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من صديق&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من صديق&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من صديق&lt;br /&gt;أشكو إليه زماني&lt;br /&gt;أشكو إليه زماني&lt;br /&gt;آه زماني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;هل لي من حبيب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من حبيب&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;أضمه إلى صدري&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أضمه إلى صدري&lt;br /&gt;أضمه إلى صدري&lt;br /&gt;أضمه إلى صدري&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من حبيب&lt;br /&gt;هل لي من حبيب&lt;br /&gt;أضمه إلى صدري&lt;br /&gt;أضمه إلى صدري&lt;br /&gt;أضمه إلى صدري&lt;br /&gt;أضمه إلى صدري&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;أحلام تراودني أم طيف يخايلني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أحلام تراودني أم طيف يخايلني&lt;br /&gt;أحلام تراودني أم طيف يخايلني&lt;br /&gt;أحلام تراودني أم طيف يخايلني&lt;br /&gt;أحلام تراودني أم طيف يخايلني&lt;br /&gt;أحلام تراودني أم طيف يخايلني&lt;br /&gt;أحلام تراودني أم طيف يخايلني&lt;br /&gt;أحلام تراودني أم طيف يخايلني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;أم حقيقة أمامي أم خيال يطاردني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أم حقيقة أمامي أم خيال يطاردني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;غريب حائر أمد يدي لمن&lt;br /&gt;شريد هائم أدر وجهي لمن&lt;br /&gt;غريب حائر أمد يدي لمن&lt;br /&gt;شريد هائم أدر وجهي لمن&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أسير أسير بين أضلعي أسير&lt;br /&gt;سجين سجين من يفك قيدي&lt;br /&gt;أسير أسير بين أضلعي أسير&lt;br /&gt;سجين سجين من يفك قيدي&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;من يفك قيدي من&lt;br /&gt;من يفك قيدي من&lt;br /&gt;من يفك قيدي من&lt;br /&gt;من يفك قيدي من&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;صبري اشتكى مني&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;صبري...&lt;br /&gt;دمعي...&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;دمعي جرح عيني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إليك المشتكى ومن قلب بكى من البعد يا عمري دمعي أشتكى&lt;br /&gt;إليك المشتكى ومن قلب بكى من البعد يا عمري دمعي أشتكى&lt;br /&gt;إليك المشتكى ومن قلب بكى من البعد يا عمري دمعي أشتكى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syrialine.com/arabic-songs/clip/music.php?url=http://music.6arab.com/asalah..al-moshtaka.ram"  target="blank"&gt;Play Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you All x x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115415255471585364?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115415255471585364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115415255471585364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115415255471585364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115415255471585364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='ّإليك المشتكى - أصالة'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115364143682884653</id><published>2006-07-23T11:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T11:57:16.850+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Safest Place (LeAnne Rimes)</title><content type='html'>Thank God that you were by my side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a night....&lt;br /&gt;On a night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytime I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;Everything is back normal&lt;br /&gt;Last night I thought that I would die&lt;br /&gt;I had nightmares, I was so scared&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that you were by my side&lt;br /&gt;To hold me when I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be strong&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna believe that I can save the world&lt;br /&gt;And make it right&lt;br /&gt;But I'm only human and you've got a hero's face&lt;br /&gt;Right here in your arms is safest place&lt;br /&gt;The safest place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so real&lt;br /&gt;You showed me I can trust you&lt;br /&gt;With emotions I had locked away&lt;br /&gt;It was your touch, your words&lt;br /&gt;They heal the deepest part of me&lt;br /&gt;That only you can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be strong&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna believe that I can save the world&lt;br /&gt;And make it right&lt;br /&gt;But I'm only human and you've got a hero's face&lt;br /&gt;Right here in your arms is the safest place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can feel you&lt;br /&gt;That's all I need to keep me going&lt;br /&gt;On and on and on and on....&lt;br /&gt;I wanna believe that I can save the world&lt;br /&gt;And make it right&lt;br /&gt;But I'm only human and you've got a hero's face&lt;br /&gt;Right here in your arms is the safest place&lt;br /&gt;the safest place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The safest place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115364143682884653?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115364143682884653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115364143682884653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115364143682884653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115364143682884653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/07/safest-place-leanne-rimes.html' title='The Safest Place (LeAnne Rimes)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115329223849704749</id><published>2006-07-19T10:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:20:13.676+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebanese Chant 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/LebaneseChant1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/LebaneseChant1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115329223849704749?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115329223849704749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115329223849704749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115329223849704749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115329223849704749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/07/lebanese-chant-1.html' title='Lebanese Chant 1...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115299610424098718</id><published>2006-07-16T00:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:43:56.586+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebanese Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/Lebanese-Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/Lebanese-Flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who's been looking for a Lebanese Flag to place on your blog, blogger profile, MSN etc. please save this picture and feel free to use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thank you Delirious for the image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115299610424098718?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115299610424098718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115299610424098718&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115299610424098718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115299610424098718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/07/lebanese-flag.html' title='Lebanese Flag'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115294772602549735</id><published>2006-07-15T11:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:15:26.066+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikbirna!</title><content type='html'>It is things like that happening in Lebanon now that proves more innou we're growing up and leaving behind all the responsibility-free life we once had. Before my responsibilities started by looking after myself, my clothes, my toys, then my books then my homework then my grades then my work then my life but now i have to look after MY FAMILY and MY Relatives in particular not to mention friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to spend all yesterday glued to the TV screen with the phone held between my shoulder and ear because i'm using my hands to speak to people from LEB on my MSN list to get the latest updates and pictures. Felt that i had to call everyone i knew in Leb to make sure they are fine. I talk to my parents every hour to make sure they are fine. I talk to my relatives who are divided into 3 groups in 3 different places in Leb to make sure they are still alive with the bombings above/next to them. Then i would have to play the mediator role to tell each group that the others are ok. Yes too much worrying and RESPONSIBILITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels really damn frustrating to see all those people dying for no reason but the possibility of a FREE-Lebanon (which we all know is impossible). You feel even worse to see all bridges and transportation connections being ruined like that. It reminded me of the time when i used to ruin my sister's LEGO structure to piss her off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donno what to say nor how to express myself but all i know is that i wish that all of you are in good health and may God protect you all and bless you and all those you love and care for. Winshillah all of this would come out with something WORTH all the current suffering of the LEBANON resident people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fee aman Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115294772602549735?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115294772602549735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115294772602549735&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115294772602549735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115294772602549735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/07/wikbirna.html' title='Wikbirna!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115190835714632441</id><published>2006-07-03T10:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:45:59.170+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Alone !</title><content type='html'>Yes what a weird feeling??? never thought of it that way. But although i was born here and lived my whole life in this country, which i love so much, i was never alone. There was always another member of the family around. But there is always a first time! My Aunt and Uncle's family left 2 lebanon for vacation 2 weeks ago; my sister went to Jordan last Saturday to attend her bestfriend's wedding; and yesterday my parents, 2nd sister and brother left to Lebanon for vacation. So for the first time i am alone in this country! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think of lots of things especially of the fact that if my parents ever decided to go back to Lebanon for good would i stay here alone or would i join them and leave this place??? I've been thinking lately about this too for one of my friends here have been setting me up with a friend of hers in Kuwait. And one of the things i used to avoid her nagging was that i wouldn't leave this country and go live in Kuwait even if my husband lives there! And that's when she asked me what if you got married here and your husband decided to go and settle back in Lebanon or another country after a couple of years what would you do ?? And i was like huh! Why would he want to leave here and go back home? She said "huh ma you just said it "back home"" and then i was speechless with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking of that option when i was with BM that at some point we have to be living with his parents in Leb for they need to be cared for when his younger brother gets married, which i really never minded but that was because i loved him so much and i would have done anything he wanted! But now i don't know what would i do if anything happens and changes my idea of settling down here for good.  WOW! Too many thoughts! Yalla we'll wait and see what happens i might end up in Honolulu hehehehehe or even better THE MALDIVES yeah yeah in my dreams ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115190835714632441?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115190835714632441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115190835714632441&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115190835714632441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115190835714632441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/07/country-alone.html' title='Country Alone !'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115079934780005792</id><published>2006-06-20T14:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:47:16.850+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries...</title><content type='html'>Decided to go watch the Da Vinci Code yesterday ALONE for the first time in my life. The movie was great but I still loved the details and explanations within the novel. And as a note to self: never go ALONE again, always have company even if it was Natour il Binayeih (the Watchman;). I didn’t really feel like talking to anyone for I am not in the mood of faking faces and using masks to cover my true feelings of sadness. Lots of weird feelings are emerging lately which I am trying to deny or ignore but to no avail I keep of thinking about them all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out of the movies I started thinking what made me go alone and Am I really becoming unsociable? But then it hit me that I am really worrying about lots of things that would make me not say a word for hours and just sit there and think of them and Pray for each and everyone of them to be solved soon. Here they are popping in front of me as I write …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After loosing BM and the fear of meeting other new people who are not even worth the trial, I decided to go on and give some people the chance and I did. I met a couple of people whom I really respect but I do not feel anything towards them except one. This person, besides being someone I knew for a long time, didn’t just want to go out and have fun but was talking about serious commitment to the extent that he wanted to come back with me etc. I always looked up at him and he always meant something special but only as a friend. I enjoyed the time we spent together in Lebanon but was always feeling guilty for I wasn’t ready for ANY kind of relationship at the time being and didn’t want him to think or feel that I was using him to forget BM. Besides to that, every time we were together my unconsciousness always made me feel as if I am betraying BM and that I was not loyal to him although each has chosen a different path.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts ended or were put on hold when I discovered a week after my stay in Lebanon that R my bestfriend/sister/world’s closest person to me was being tested for the possibility of having Pneumonia. The thought of loosing her from my life was much bigger than anything in the world I was going through and I started to panic. I’ve already lost someone so important to me 2 months ago will I loose her now also?? Then I went back to my faith and started following up her case through the phone for with her sickness I am not allowed to visit her especially that I cannot take any medication due to the Band I have if I got her viral infection. She is much better now Thank God, her viral infection is fading and no more coughs and sickness but she is still undergoing different kinds of tests in Leb for they discovered that she has SEVERE lack of OXYGEN in her body! Her final results will be out next week so until then pray with me for her to get well soon and be healthy asap. Can’t imagine Abudhabi without her ☹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next week of my stay, my sister left and I stayed alone and that’s when I started going out with friends to forget all what was happening around me. I met more people and really enjoyed my time but throughout the whole time I was trying to avoid that special person until he confronted me and said that he will propose now if that’s what it takes for me to see him. It drove me crazy to hear these words from the person whom I least expect to. I solved that situation by asking for more time to think things over especially that lately I’ve been thinking of the possibility of going back to Lebanon for good or even travel to Canada for a total change of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my lovely vacation in Lebanon I started to get more depressed the last day for I really didn’t feel like leaving. I got so attached to everything there for you feel that you are living a normal life even with a hectic day of work. Ya3ni in Leb people finish their work and then hang out all night and enjoy life. As for here we stay at work all day then go back home for more work then barely sleep and go back to work the next day and so on. Not to mention that in my current work my Job Description is changing all the time, I wouldn’t really be shocked if I find myself next week presenting a Seminar or Presentation in the Presidential Court, which is freaking me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on thinking of extending my stay even when I was in the airplane over the SAUDI borders. Yes the thought kept on running in my mind even after I left the Lebanese Land. But who am I kidding? I cannot live in Leb. for I am not used to it; but now that I am willing to change everything in my life why not change that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had to come back for all the WORK commitments here in addition to the fact that my MOM decided to do the same operation I had 2 years back the Gastric Banding. Her doctor suggested it to loose weight for her legs are not managing to carry her weight anymore. So yes now I have to worry about MOM too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask me why I don’t feel like talking and why I don’t feel like going with anyone anywhere??? I prefer to throw it all out here rather than talking about it to someone and let them feel sorry for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always strong and I can handle pressure, I think ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115079934780005792?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115079934780005792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115079934780005792&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115079934780005792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115079934780005792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/06/worries.html' title='Worries...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-115060685254183737</id><published>2006-06-18T08:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T09:00:52.566+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/PA_66053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/PA_66053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-115060685254183737?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/115060685254183737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=115060685254183737&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115060685254183737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/115060685254183737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114913134999094269</id><published>2006-06-01T07:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T07:09:10.176+04:00</updated><title type='text'>See U Soon ;D</title><content type='html'>Hello all ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be flying to Lebanon this evening ;) Haven't been there since July 2005 (almost a year)! Donno if I am excited or not but all i know is i can't wait to be away from here on a break for 2 weeks from everything. I feel as if i need this Leb visit to install a new body system, upgrade some of my characteristics, and reboot my personality in order to come back here with a fresh, inspirational, creative, and energy boosted Persona hehehehehehe ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be checking blogs frequently so you will keep on hearing from me ;) Looking forward to meet you all in the Bloggers Meeting inshallah ;) As usual you can contact me on my email headscan@gmail.com at anytime ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;AroundTheClock24_7 (aka ATC)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114913134999094269?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114913134999094269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114913134999094269&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114913134999094269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114913134999094269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/06/see-u-soon-d.html' title='See U Soon ;D'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114888131323867430</id><published>2006-05-29T09:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:41:53.276+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession Time!</title><content type='html'>I have lied! Well it is not lying as much as it was hiding the truth. Within this week someone asked me a question about somoeone and i didn't answer with the truth. I care about these two people each in a different way and i knew that my answer would have caused trouble for both of them in a way or another. So i prefered to keep the peace going on among everyone and i hid the truth from the other person. But since then i feel as if i have done shee fazee3 and i keep on feeling guilty. If you know me in person you would know that LYING is one of the MAJOR things i hate in this world and it does really really hurt me when i find out that someone has been lying to me, so i wouldn't want to do the same to anyone. Anyway, now that i got it out of my system i will keep this post as an evidence or an apology to that friend i lied to if he/she ever find out about what i hid (which i doubt). At least this post shows the intention behind what i said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114888131323867430?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114888131323867430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114888131323867430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/05/confession-time.html' title='Confession Time!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114857015214037114</id><published>2006-05-25T19:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:15:52.183+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate it when they're right!</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine called today to tell me about her latest news with her husband. Through the conversation she popped a question out of her curiosity to know if she and I have the same interests or needs. She said “ What do you look for in BM? Or in other words what do you expect from him?” (Yes she still doesn’t know that things have changed now!). So I kept my calmness and didn’t tell her “my latest news” for I do not have the energy to go into such a conversation (at least for now). And then I find myself giving her the following list as if I had memorized them to be recited under oath or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I look for is:&lt;br /&gt;1) For him to love me for what I am and not what he wants me to be. &lt;br /&gt;2) To respect me and be able to keep up with my high maintenance and uniqueness of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;3) To love my family as if they were his.&lt;br /&gt;4) To own the shoulders I run to for a hug when needed and have the fingers that would caress my face to stop my tears or draw my smile (yes me and my weird hands-infatuation case). &lt;br /&gt;5) To know that he’s the one I would want to tell first when things happen to me and that he’s available around when these things happen.&lt;br /&gt;6) To have the right words that would calm me when I break down/burst after a long term of congesting my anger.  &lt;br /&gt;7) To be the father of my long-waited for TWINS ;)&lt;br /&gt;8) To be much smarter than I am so I would always look up to him and keep the competition between us rolling at all times.&lt;br /&gt;9) To surprise me with crazy ideas or gifts or even Kisses and Hugs when I least expect them. &lt;br /&gt;10) To share with me his happiness, sadness, fear, craziness, weirdness, friends, relatives, secrets, jokes, hobbies, risks, passions etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a long list she said “but you never mentioned education, faith, morals, and financial status etc.” That’s when I started laughing and I asked her “why you don’t see that BM has those already?” She then laughed and noticed how dumb her question was. But anyway not to put her in that situation I told her that morals, education, and faith are things I expect as a must for that person to pass my exam for being eligible as a husband and a person to share my life with. As for financial status, that would be a secondary issue that I would look at later. For I am a believer in the fact that both the Husband and the Wife should both be providers for the family’s financial need, in a way or another.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation continued and she was saying that I am such a dreamer and that I will never get a small needle of all the things I have listed above, and that’s when she asked me the other question “if you wanted all of those don’t you think you will need to marry more than one guy to get this long list of yours?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself answering her with one long sentence…&lt;br /&gt;“ If voluntarily and out of love I am going to be my husband’s Mother, Father, Siblings, Wife, Best friend, Secretary, Mistress, Care Giver (Nanny &amp; Maid) and Mother of his kids; the least I would expect from him to do is to let me know or feel that he was Blessed to have ME in his life and that he would have never wished for anything else.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, she was speechless and said in a very hasty voice “Ehh lakan Good luck and I’m pre-sorry for all the shocks you will be going through when you arrive to REALITY! Happy Landing!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really like her answer very much but what could have I said, especially with my current situation with BM. Deep down I knew that she has a point and most of her expectations were valid but I also know that I will always keep the hope that this person does exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do YOU think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114857015214037114?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114857015214037114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114857015214037114&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114857015214037114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114857015214037114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/05/hate-it-when-theyre-right.html' title='Hate it when they&apos;re right!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114845137168887382</id><published>2006-05-24T09:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T10:16:11.726+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Admirer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/ga060522.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/ga060522.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114845137168887382?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114845137168887382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114845137168887382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114845137168887382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114845137168887382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/05/secret-admirer.html' title='Secret Admirer...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114827602574807419</id><published>2006-05-22T09:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:33:45.776+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what i expected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114827602574807419?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114827602574807419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114827602574807419&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114827602574807419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114827602574807419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-what-i-expected.html' title='Just what i expected!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114706243761205277</id><published>2006-05-08T08:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T08:27:17.653+04:00</updated><title type='text'>IF ONLY...</title><content type='html'>IF only i knew that getting that new job yesterday, which i've always prayed for, was a morning consolation prize to ease the pain of loosing YOU at night; i would have prayed my whole life for you to stay by my side and the hell with the job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114706243761205277?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114706243761205277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114706243761205277&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114706243761205277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114706243761205277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-only.html' title='IF ONLY...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114655470617860382</id><published>2006-05-02T11:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:25:06.203+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real 911 Calls !!!</title><content type='html'>Dispatcher: 9-1-1 What is your emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  I heard what sounded like gunshots coming from the brown house on  the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Do you have an address?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:   No, I have on a blouse and slacks, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: 9-1-1 What is your emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  Someone broke into my house and took a bite out of my ham and cheese sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  I made a ham and cheese sandwich and left it on the kitchen table and when I came back from the bathroom, someone had taken a bite out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Was anything else taken?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  No, but this has happened to me before and I'm sick and tired of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: 9-1-1 What is the nature of your emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:   I'm trying to reach nine eleven but my phone doesn't have an eleven on it.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: This is nine eleven.&lt;br /&gt;Caller:    I thought you just said it was nine-one-one&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Yes, ma'am nine-one-one and nine-eleven are the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Caller:    Honey, I may be old, but I'm not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: 9-1-1 What's the nature of your emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:    My wife is pregnant and her contractions! are only two minutes apart&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Is this her first child?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:    No, you idiot! This is her husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: 9-1-1&lt;br /&gt;Caller:   Yeah, I'm having trouble breathing. I'm all out of breath......I think I'm going to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Sir, where are you calling from?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:   I'm at a pay phone. North and Foster.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Sir, an ambulance is on the way. Are you an asthmatic?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:   No&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: What were you doing before you started having trouble breathing?&lt;br /&gt;Caller:   Running from the Police.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114655470617860382?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114655470617860382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114655470617860382&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114655470617860382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114655470617860382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/05/real-911-calls.html' title='Real 911 Calls !!!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114646801594004095</id><published>2006-05-01T11:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:22:22.953+04:00</updated><title type='text'>KARAOKE anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://fun.from.hell.pl/2003-02-18/volare-karaoke.swf" target="_blank"&gt;VOLARE ;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;) I just love dancing and twirling at the beats of this song ;) I feel as if my tension was realeased hehehehehe Yup i am officially crazy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114646801594004095?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114646801594004095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114646801594004095&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114646801594004095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114646801594004095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/05/karaoke-anyone.html' title='KARAOKE anyone?'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114637261362086187</id><published>2006-04-30T08:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T08:50:13.650+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy!</title><content type='html'>Great Emperor Alexander at the time of his death said, "my last wish is that both my hands be kept dangling out of my coffin - I wish people to know that I came empty handed into this world and empty handed I go out of this world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114637261362086187?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114637261362086187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114637261362086187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114637261362086187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114637261362086187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/04/philosophy.html' title='Philosophy!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114578162269955412</id><published>2006-04-23T12:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:40:22.723+04:00</updated><title type='text'>CUT GRASS!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE the smell of freshly cut grass. Everytime i pass next to a fresh trimmed or cut grass i have the urge to go down and roll on the glass till no end. But then i realize that it is just a small area that wouldn't even fit a cat or a dog (usually the sidewalks of streets). The smell reminds me of our old family house in Lebanon. It is located in the mountains and encircled with greenary and breath taking nature scenes. There is always a cold breeze to tease your body parts every now and then which would give the bearer goosebumps from the chill. Those breezes are usually scented with the Grass's smell especially after a short Rain session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am HIGH from the smell this morning hehehehehehe i feel good ;) Bless you all with happiness ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114578162269955412?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114578162269955412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114578162269955412&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114578162269955412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114578162269955412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/04/cut-grass.html' title='CUT GRASS!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114516608446356131</id><published>2006-04-16T09:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:43:41.760+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Wishes ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/ATC-Happy-Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/ATC-Happy-Easter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114516608446356131?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114516608446356131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114516608446356131&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114516608446356131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114516608446356131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-wishes.html' title='Best Wishes ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114465315439268198</id><published>2006-04-10T10:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:12:34.426+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Wonderer ;)</title><content type='html'>1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;Page 18 in my book "Wild Swans - Three Daughters of China" has an explanatory map of China and no lines. *sorry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;I hit my Laptop's screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Kim Possible (Disney Channel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;10:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;10:34 AM (I'm always in a hurry hehehehhe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went out to eat with R and have some sheesha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;Wonderer's Site and her last post about her haircut *na3eeman* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;A Flighter Baby Blue Tank Top with a matching crosshatched shorts in various blue hues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a very annoying and mysterious dream, especially the roaring of the thunder with the earthquake. Don't ASK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on the phone with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;A calligraphic interpretation in gold on black of "Sourat Tabarak", a calligraphic burning in black of "Sourat Al Ikhlas" on velum outlined by gold, a 3-dimensional cut-out of an old Printing Press scene "Guttenburg Like", and a 3-dimensional cut-out of village scene with mills and rivers etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;All my life is weird. The question should be "seen anything normal lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Al Bousta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;First i would share my winnings with my parents, sisters, and brother. Then with my share i would first start my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my masters in Education Technology but i am stuck on the last Project of the last course since a year now due to my busy schedule! So i am one project away from Graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Religion, Religion, Religion. I would unite all religions for at the end of the day the majority believe in ONE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Of Course. I love dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;May God forgive him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Juliana or Ezmeralda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;Jad or William. (i like Tarek too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;I was born abroad, and still living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;Sabartum wa Nulthum. (You waited and you deserved it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 4 people who must also do this meme in their journal.&lt;br /&gt;Beej, BoxingChamp, Khookh, &amp; Zanzounita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Besides the 4 i tagged above, everyone is welcome. Thank you Wonderer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114465315439268198?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114465315439268198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114465315439268198&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114465315439268198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114465315439268198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged-by-wonderer.html' title='Tagged by Wonderer ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114457624064785272</id><published>2006-04-09T13:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:50:40.650+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Ahmad...</title><content type='html'>** Place an X by all the things you've done. This is for your entire life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) Drank so much you threw up&lt;br /&gt;(X) Crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) Stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been in love&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(X) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Quit your job&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(X) Snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(X) Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(X) Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(X) Seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been lost&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(X) Swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(X) Felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(XXX) Cried yourself to sleep - especially this year (i just hate it!)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(X) Recently coloured your hair&lt;br /&gt;(XXX) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(X) Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(X) Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;(X) Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone roller-skating&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks Ahmad, i tag everyone ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114457624064785272?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114457624064785272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114457624064785272&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114457624064785272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114457624064785272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged-by-ahmad_09.html' title='Tagged by Ahmad...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114436242962313281</id><published>2006-04-07T02:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T02:27:09.670+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Shop...</title><content type='html'>Lately as most of you know, I've been on a tight schedule with all the things happening in my business and personal life. As most of my life is running now with different appointments planned ahead before the start of the day, I had an appointment at 10 this morning, which ended in an hour. After finishing at 11 i found myself walking back home and looking at the shops under my parents' house as if i haven't seen them for years although i am there every weekend. Most of the salesmen were new and i didn't recognise most of them. Anyway, i found myself going into the Music Shop to get BM the new Nancy Ajram cassette for i feel her song "See Sayed" is so typical to him and our situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into the store to find a salesman with a familiar face, so i felt a bit relieved and that youppiiii i still know some of these people. I have bought a couple of cassettes and CDs from him before but never spoke to him or chatted or anything. So i walk into the shop and he comes down the stairs and i say "Stay up there why did you come down i will pick the Nancy cassette and leave don't worry i won't take anything else". He freezes in his place and says "This looks like a beautiful morning if we're starting with you as a first customer" and he heads back up the stairs and literally leaves me alone. i felt shy for what isaid but i giggled quitly then took the Nancy cassette, placed the money on the counter and headed to the door just to hear him saying "Can i come down now PLEASEEEEEEE" so i started laughing while looking at him coming down the stairs with his hands up in the air as if under attack by me and he says a line from Ziad Rahbani's play "Bi Amirkoun Ya Khayee" (your wish is my command) then he said "Wlak lawein?" (Where to?) and to that i said another line for Ziad but from another play "Isteiz, Balki 3am bitwakki3na" (Sir, What if you were just kidding?). At the sound of that he really gets shocked that i am a Ziad's fan for it seems that only Men and Guys should be interested and not girls. From there we started chatting about Ziad, then his mom Feirouz, then back to Ziad, which lead us to Carl Marx, then Lebanon's State and the weird religions, sects, racism, then to life then to personal experiences and believe it or not I left his shop at 1pm. Yes i stayed for 2hrs in that Music shop just standing there chatting with this guy whom i have never spoken to before. It felt so good to talk to someone anonymous for i miss that since 6 years ago. I used to talk to people i donno at all times either through a comment or by helping them to carry or move something, or over the net etc. But since i moved to AbuDhabi i became so lonely and i started hating socializing with others for my time is so packed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God that the first thing that hit my mind when i went out of that Music Shop door was "Huh this wasn’t at all scheduled on any of my plans for today!!! And i just loved it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be an extra sociable person, for everyone who new me used to say innou i take it from my dad that "Bihky ma3 il tayr il tayer" (I talk to flying birds). But since i started working and started feeling the worth of time and taking all the new responsibilities i seem to have hidden my extra sociable persona and only exposed the welcoming persona. Ya3ni i would be happy to be around the people i know but would feel really lazy to get to know new people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That incident today made me think for hours in the afternoon, and i really noticed that i will be turning 28 in 6 months from now and i haven't got the chance to add more and more people into my life before this year goes from my life. I am a believer that life should be full of people you know and friends everywhere on earth. During my visit to Egypt i got to meet lots of new people to whom i really consider as friends now not just someone i met on vacation. And to me that's what counts. But if i compare myself to the time where everyday i used to add loads of names to the list of people i got to meet during the day i will find myself ages and ages behind at work! So my new mission added to the list of other missions which have to be done before i turn 28 is "meet MORE new people ;)".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114436242962313281?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114436242962313281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114436242962313281&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114436242962313281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114436242962313281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/04/music-shop.html' title='Music Shop...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114354292784742852</id><published>2006-03-28T14:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:48:47.890+04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Moving AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/CI_KS103292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/CI_KS103292.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! We are moving offices again in less than six months but unlike the first time, we are now moving into another building within the campus and not just swaping floors. So since morning i've been packing boxes and cleaning files and backing up folders and bla bla bla. i am still sick with the flu and cold i got in Egypt which is causing me dizziness every 15 min or so. So you will find me packing a box or two and then sitting down to take some breath and to get back to the normal state of seeing one monitor rather than a circular moving room (due to my dizzeness) hehehehehehehe yeah i am having so much fun! i could kill everyone hehehehehe ;) But i am smiling ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stay in Egypt gave me loads of time to think about lots of things. One of which was work and how i should start taking things easily and leave everything to fate and stop panicing with every email and rumour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my packing break is over, got to go back to my new gained talent of PACKING ;) IF anyone needs a hand in packing any office let me know hehehehehehe service free of charge, a lemonade with mint drink would do ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yalla ciao,&lt;br /&gt;x x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114354292784742852?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114354292784742852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114354292784742852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114354292784742852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114354292784742852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/03/were-moving-again.html' title='We&apos;re Moving AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114328852600687672</id><published>2006-03-25T15:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:20:28.550+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/IS_8861702711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/IS_8861702711.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we're back from Sharm El Sheikh. Had GREAT time, will do it again definitly but not before visiting Italy &amp; France first :) Will tell you all about it soon inshallah with some photos on land and under water ;) Loads of new experiences but what are vacations for :) Go WILD and don't be yourself ;) Anyway, i will be really busy for the coming couple of days will try to post something as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all. I already caught up with all of your blogs but didn't have the chance to comment on any yet *sorry* :) Thank you all for the welcoming messages through sms and email, but couldn't reply to any either for lack of communication facilities from my side. You guys will hear from me soon too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best at all times and may God Bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao,&lt;br /&gt;mwahhhhh to you all ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114328852600687672?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114328852600687672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114328852600687672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114328852600687672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114328852600687672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality :&apos;('/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114214346479519270</id><published>2006-03-12T10:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T10:06:33.933+04:00</updated><title type='text'>La Langue Française</title><content type='html'>Bonjour tout le monde ;) Commençant aujourd'hui j'écrirai en français de temps en temps pour hier, après 2 conversations de téléphone, j'ai remarqué que je perds ma capacité à structurer une phrase juste en français. J'ai une prononciation correcte et un accent articulez mais j'oublie la plupart de mon vocabulaire ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donc, la Langue française revit dans ma vie ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci pour votre patience avec moi ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114214346479519270?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114214346479519270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114214346479519270&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114214346479519270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114214346479519270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-langue-franaise.html' title='La Langue Française'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114182109153663133</id><published>2006-03-08T15:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:31:31.566+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Needed Please ;)</title><content type='html'>I wil be going to Sharm El Sheikh next week inshallah for a week with my bestfriend R. We have already planned and organised our stay in Sharm El Sheikh from tanning, to glass boat trips, to snorkling, to water gliding, to scubadiving, to fishing etc. We have even memorised the names of the places to go to in Ne3ma Bay and what to do and get from there. So as you can see everything is setteled for our stay in Sharm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being two crazy people and wanting to explore the Pyramids, the National Museum, Khan Al Khalil, Kahwitt Al Feeshawi , the Hilton &amp; Sameeramis Malls (Lizzardroom), etc. we decided to visit Cairo during our one week stay.  I will be needing the advice and help of my fellow bloggers living in Cairo and Sharm El Sheikh in a couple of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We were given 2 names of Buses to transfer us from Sharm to Cairo (Superjet &amp; Golden Arrow -AlSahm Al Dahabi-). They told us that the trip is 6 hours long and they work on a schedule. So i would like to know if it is safe to travel at night in these buses ? For example if we take the bus that leaves Sharm at midnight so we can reach Cairo by 6 am - is it safe to be on such a bus? or shall we wait till the morning and take that instead? Do you have any idea how much would that cost us? Do you know of any other buses? Do yo have an idea about the schedule? Everyone told us that Superjet was better for it will drop us at Meedan Al Tahreer in Cairo which is like a center point to all the places we want to go to. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We were recommended to stay at the SHEPHERD Hotel  (i donno if the spelling is correct) in Cairo for it is 3 minutes walk from Meedan Al Tahreer which is good for us so we would catch the bus on the way back and not carry all the shopping from the Malls and Khan al Khaleel around. We also have Nile Hilton, Pyramiza, Atlas &amp; Al Nabeela on the list. We really prefer SHEPHERD for it is next to the Hilton and Samiramees's Malls, next to the National Museum etc. What do you recommend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We will be staying for one night in Cairo, So the schecule will have to be: Reach Cairo from Sharm, reserve going back ticket from the Bus Station, Check in the Hotel, Visit the Musuem, crash the Malls, then Khan Al Khalil, enjoy the nights of Cairo, next morning take taxi/bus to the Pyramids, then return to Khan Al Khalil, then Check out, go to bus station for return to Sharm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions? ideas? tips? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to leave any tips or comments for they might help a lot ;) Would you recommend anything else? Any special places we shouldn't miss? We can elongate the stay for two days if there is something worth the stay for a visitor ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx a lot in advance ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114182109153663133?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114182109153663133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114182109153663133&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114182109153663133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114182109153663133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/03/help-needed-please.html' title='Help Needed Please ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114179499760720613</id><published>2006-03-08T09:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:16:41.323+04:00</updated><title type='text'>U know me?</title><content type='html'>Let's see how much you know about &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Aroundtheclock24_7 "&gt; me &lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114179499760720613?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114179499760720613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114179499760720613&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114179499760720613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114179499760720613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/03/u-know-me.html' title='U know me?'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114164341032494965</id><published>2006-03-06T14:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:10:10.356+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Attack Lingerie Shop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/DV_dv1116016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/DV_dv1116016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised a friend of mine that i would take her to this new Lingerie shop i found close to my house. All of my shopping friends know that i have a weakness for Lingerie and Accessory/Jewellry shops. I don't usually buy the normal ones for i always like weird and unique colors and designs. Anyway i found this shop a week ago and told her about it and since then she was begging me to take her there so i can choose something for her before her husband comes back from his business trip. Anyway, we decide to meet today at lunch for we both have 1 hr break from work. We get to the shop and without even thinking we both stop at the door and look at each other. The seller in the shop whom i bought my stuff from last week wasn't in the shop and to make things worse, she was replaced by that 50ish 60ish yrs old man (owner of shop). Not only that was the problem, but in addition, this guy, who i think is palestinian, was sitting chatting with two guys one is 30is and the other is 40ish. I looked at my friend and told her don't worry just follow me and say nothing. So we enter to this shop and i start showing her around and i could see that all of them were following us by eyes but still continuing their conversation about the case that the girl in the shop had to go for in the court as a wittness. Anyway i continue showing my friend around so i would know what her style is for i need to get something for her that has to do a little bit with her style or else she would never wear it (you know the sales and marketing part). She chooses a couple of things when out of nowhere i turn to find this guy 5cm away from back and peeking from the top of my shoulder to check which product we were looking at. I turn around and give him that "EXCUSE ME" look and he gets the gist. He appologises and says that he was trying to help i said no worries just tell us the prices of these things. He did and he was saying all these stupid things like " this piece sells for Dhs.650 but for you i will give it for Dhs.320. I looked at the man and told him that i was in the shop a couple of days ago and the lady at the counter said that it was for Dhs.280 and she will give it to me for Dhs.210. He jerked back a few steps and then said "she must have been treating you as a regular customer of the shop" and he said no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point my friend wasn't comfortable at all and she said we will come at other time for we are late and i directly understood the message. She wasn't feeling comfortable and she wasn't going to buy something or anything just for the sake of leaving the shop quickly ... she wants to take her time. So we left the place and told the man that we will come later when the girl is there. He said ok and we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so frustrated from him. I do not usually care when men are around while i am choosing any lingerie for they are usually looking around for something or just checking the latest design so they do not interfere with me/us at all; but to have a MAN following you and interefering in everything you touch in the shop is really annoying and so uncomfortable. I can't even start to imagine this guy telling us which cup would fit and which size to take and what cut to choose UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH i would have killed him. I usually find it really sexy and nice when i see a man buying his wife/girlfriend or whatever such garments for it shows openness and sharing between the couple. There was even this guy a week before valentine, at one of the Naomi shops who thought it was funny to ask me &amp; the sales lady which of the two baby dolls would we prefer to wear for our partner hehehehehe we actually answered him and laughed about it with him and then left the place with full respect and no hard feelings or bad intentions (he did buy the one I chose). But for someone to interfere in everything we touch around in the shop i thought it was far too much. I really felt sorry for my friend. I think what i will do is go in the afternoon, buy the piece she prefered most and get it for her as a gift to cheer her up ;) This way i would make it up for her coz i've been delaying the shop's visit for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to say that this is one unique shop! When i went in last week after buying a couple of things from there the sales lady goes like "visit us everynow and then for we always have something new and in less than two months we will be getting lots of toys and accessories" hehehehehehe yeah yeah you can already imagine the shock on my face and the giggles but she was a sweet lady and all i was thinking of was who the hell would have the nerves to ask about the availability of these toys in here for we all know that there is no way on earth to find such things here! We'll wait and see. I am sure my friend will have to come alone if she wanted to get some of these toys for this time i am not interfering in any way or else i would keep on having these visuals of her and her husband NO WAY JOSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114164341032494965?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114164341032494965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114164341032494965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114164341032494965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114164341032494965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/03/men-attack-lingerie-shop.html' title='Men Attack Lingerie Shop!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114155516757024072</id><published>2006-03-05T14:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T14:43:46.063+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/GI_com026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/GI_com026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone have feelings &lt;br /&gt;for two people &lt;br /&gt;at the same time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114155516757024072?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114155516757024072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114155516757024072&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114155516757024072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114155516757024072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/03/torn.html' title='Torn!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114110476407495831</id><published>2006-02-28T09:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:32:44.110+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My DNA Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="position: relative;overflow: hidden;width: 200px;height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Confidence" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:0px;height:71px;width:67px;background-color:#ff1919"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Agency" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 67px;top:0px;height:71px;width:67px;background-color:#19ff19"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Femininity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 134px;top:0px;height:71px;width:66px;background-color:#ffff19"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Attention to Style" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:71px;height:45px;width:92px;background-color:#151515"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Extroversion" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:116px;height:43px;width:92px;background-color:#e817e8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Empathy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:159px;height:41px;width:92px;background-color:#e6177e"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Masculinity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 92px;top:71px;height:63px;width:56px;background-color:#167ade"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Openness" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 148px;top:71px;height:63px;width:52px;background-color:#16d977"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title="  Aesthetic" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 92px;top:135px;height:35px;width:70px;background-color:#6bc213"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Authoritarianism" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 92px;top:170px;height:30px;width:70px;background-color:#6512b8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Spontenaiety" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 162px;top:135px;height:55px;width:28px;background-color:#11a8a8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Imaginative" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 190px;top:135px;height:55px;width:10px;background-color:#f08418"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Trust" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 162px;top:190px;height:10px;width:38px;background-color:#0e0e8a"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com" style="font-size:small"&gt;Take the test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=yjpoEylyQrWWmVj-HN-DEADE-2da9"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ATTENTIVE CREATOR ;) &lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114110476407495831?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114110476407495831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114110476407495831&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114110476407495831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114110476407495831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-dna-test.html' title='My DNA Test'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114058602626225518</id><published>2006-02-22T08:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:27:06.306+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sister,</title><content type='html'>I kept this for a while for i didn't know what to write but now i do. It's been a tradition since university days (1995) that every year on valentine my best friends and i get each other a simple thing just to make sure that whoever doesn't have a bf/gf won't feel left out with all the pressure from that occasion! For the past three years i've been exchanging gifts/flowers with my closest friend R. This year R and me included someone else in the gift exchange, N for she has been really a great loyal friend for both of us since a year now. These things are funny and really good to remember even through this year the three of us really weren't in the mood of anything because of the massive depression going around us but we still did it to lift our spirits and to tell each other that even though we can't do anything to help but we are here (and it applies to the three of us). Anyway... the shock for this year was that i got a basket of small gifts from my SISTER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my sister! I am not shocked from the fact that she got me something for we always get things we like for each other occasion or no occasion but i am shocked from the incident itself. First we never get each other anything on valentine and second was for what she told me when she gave these gifts to me. She had asked me a couple of days ago what was i and BM doing on valentine's day and i told her that he had to urgently go on a business trip to another country and that we will celebrate later when he's back. So what she did was go to her favourite shop and get me a small basket of 4 gifts and red flowers in it. The first gift was a Cow shaped salt and pepper set (i love cow ornaments), a phone holder in the shape of a dog carrying a big heart chair with the words "i love you" written on it, two kissing porcelain teddy bears, and the most lovely framed poem that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Sister, &lt;br /&gt;We did crazy things, growing up... Loving and hating each other in sudden bursts of energy. We struggled, we learned, we overcame problems together. You have been a part of my laughter, my joys and my triumphs. You have always been pateint, loving and caring. I thank God for gifting me with such a sweet Sister like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in tears when reading these words. I was overwhelmed more when she said "i know that you would expect something from BM but knowing that he is not here i thought i would get you a small thing until he's back". These words just stabbed me in the heart! Only if she knows what i've been hiding from her. She didn't even know that her gifts meant the world to me at that moment and even if BM has got me something her thought of the whole thing was much more worth than anything i would have recieved on valentine's day. The thought that she would do something on BM's behalf for he is out of town. What you donno is that my sister and BM donot really get along a lot for he doesn't feel comfortable around her for she has a tough personality; while she has a kind of a hard feeling towards him for he is causing all the fights between me and my parents due to the difference of religion between me and BM. She always used to tell me, " I DONOT hate BM but i hate the situation we're all in, be it him, you, me, our parents etc.". I always thought that she told me this just like that but after saying these words about the gifts and reading the poem i knew that she meant it. I always thought that my sister and i are different. But after that day i discovered that we are so much alike execpt in attitude. She has her own way of not expressing her feelings and keeping them for herself while i am the opposite. But we are both so sociable and friendly and care about everyone in the world except ourselves (by the way we take that from mom and dad). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she doesn't know about my blog but here i am wishing her all the best at all times and praying to God to protect her. Dear SIS may God Bless you x x x You really made my day ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114058602626225518?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114058602626225518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114058602626225518&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114058602626225518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114058602626225518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/dear-sister.html' title='Dear Sister,'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114033543139042686</id><published>2006-02-19T11:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:50:31.440+04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to Watches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/CI_KS13059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/100/CI_KS13059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i noticed a really weird and freaky coincidence. i have noticed that when a really really dear friend compliments something about me personally my watch stops! Two years ago a friend of mine was visiting and after saying how creative my house is and beautifully decorated and i donno what, one of the statues i have at home holding a pendulum clock stopped moving and the clock stopped at the same minute that person was saying the compliments. The clock does not work now in anyway or another, it really became just a statue! A year ago another close friend of mine was talking about my eyes and how i apply the makeup and how the pastel colors brighten my look and my curled eyelashes and i donno what, later that day i discover that my wrist watch stopped at the same time i was having the conversation with that friend. Yesterday... a friend of mine was telling me that the brown and pink colors that i am wearing are really well combined and i look very smart dressed and that was at 6:30 pm for i was packing my things to reach home before 7pm. I go home and notice nothing until 10pm when i looked at my watch and saw that the watch handles are stuck at 6:30! The second's hand is still moving but the minutes and hours hands are dead! So a flashback of all these incidents rush to my mind! I really donno what is it with me and watches defending me from evil eye if we could say although these are really really close friends who wouldn't envy me for anything in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of an incident a couple of months ago, I was picking BM from the airport after a long business trip. So no need to say  that i was at my best in everything (makeup, hair, dress etc.) just the way to take his breath away ;) or what i call (DRESS TO KILL) hehehehehehe anyway i pick him up have dinner then drop him to his place to rest before he travels on the next day. Anyway i go back home to my parents house just to find that they have people for dinner. These people haven't seen me for six months or so and if you were reading my previous posts you would know that i have drastically lost weight that i look half the size i used to be. These 4 ladies start saying mashallah and praying and saying no way and this is unbeleivable and great and i donno what ... out of no where we hear a big BOOM and everyone in the house runs towards my parent's room for that's were the sound came from. Guess what... A mirror console of 2meters width by 1 meter height dropped on the floor face down !!! the wooden frame was shattered to pieces but the glass wasn't even scratched THANK GOD. You can imagine the face of the women and my mom without even thinking hugged me and started saying Allahu Akbar while my sister teared up and i could feel that she was saying all kinds of prayers. I was totally shocked and speechless. All i know is that dad saved the scene by saying "YALLA HASAL KHEIR" (it's ok nothing bad happenned) and we all went back and had dinner but none of these women ever spoke again about my loosing weight process throughout the whole evening! I think i was dressing that night not to mesmerize BM but to kill someone at home hehehehehehehe Thank GOD for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114033543139042686?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114033543139042686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114033543139042686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114033543139042686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114033543139042686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/ode-to-watches.html' title='An Ode to Watches!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114026239464684745</id><published>2006-02-18T15:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:23:03.390+04:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Year together ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/DV_dv071023b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/100/DV_dv071023b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Friday the 17th of February was the completion of two years since BM and I started our long trip towards the future with the hope of being together under one roof someday. When i think of it in years i find it really long time agoooo when i still thought that i could dream of something and then wake up and find it happening or on my pillow:)  But when i look through the things we've been through from his side or even mine i really gasp and thank God for giving us both the strength and will to continue together and the bless of "FORGIVING". Yes beleive it or not "Foregiving". If i had stopped at every time i really got hurt from BM i would have ended that relation a couple of months after the relation started, when the real him started to show up and all the smoochness and cuddling and taking care of me started to vanish for more important things took over like responsibility and reality. And if he had stopped the relation everytime he thought logically of the situation and realised that we will reach nowhere with the religious differences in background we would have never started from the beginning. God have blessed us both with the foregiveness and the ability to love and care for each other each in his different and unique way. Although sometimes outer circumstances are much stronger and would force us to say or do things that we both disagree on for different reasons but still Forgiveness and Faith keep on putting us together back on the same path. So here i am telling you that i am still ready to continue the way it being filled with flowers (which i doubt) or it being scattered with thorns. For knowing that i will be with you at the end of the road makes all the pain worth every minute with you ;) God bless you and happy second year with me, i am astonished as much as you are that you made it that far with a crazy person like me hehehehehehehehe May God always bless you and us :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;TIK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You once told me that "eedi b2eedik 3alatoul" (my hand is in yours at all times) and i think that this word had  a big impact on me towards us more than anything ever, and here i am saying "inshallah 3atoul" (hopefully always) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114026239464684745?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114026239464684745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114026239464684745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114026239464684745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114026239464684745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/2nd-year-together.html' title='2nd Year together ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-114026020543141082</id><published>2006-02-18T14:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T15:22:40.796+04:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC's Recipe of the Day® #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/IS_7578900023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/IS_7578900023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meatball Stew &amp; Rice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aka "Kafta w Batata ma3 rizz"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe's portions are for creating a meal for two people, add or subtract portions upon your needs ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Meatball Stew: Shape half a kilo of meat (kofta) into small ball-shaped portions. Then dice 4 medium-sized peeled potatoes into four or eight pieces so that the size of the potato is slightly bigger than the meatball (they will shrink when cooked). Deep fry the potatoes for a couple of minutes until they slightly soften then place aside in a dish with paper towels to absorb all the oil from them.  Next deep fry the meat until they are slightly well done, then place them in a dish with paper towels to absorb all the oil from them too. In a big pan, shred 1 big onion then add some oil and keep on tossing the onions around the oil until they turn gold, that's when it's time to add 4 crushed pieces of garlic, half a spoon of pepper spice, a spoon of salt and toss all together. After 1 minute of tossing add 2 litres of water on top of the mixture in the pan and add 4 big spoons of tomato paste and stirr well until all ingredients are merged and you have a good tasting mixture (add peppers and salt etc. as you like at this stage). Also add the potatoes and meat to that mixture and bring to a boil. You will know that the stew is ready when the watery mixture starts to harden a bit to look like a stew (Don't wait till the stew turns into a paste ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Basmati Rice: Rinse 3/4 cup of basmati rice until clean, then marinate in water and salt. In a pan, place 2 cups of Vermacelli (sh3ayriyah), add one spoon of oil and fry until they turn to golden color (becareful they get fried quickly ;) then add my secret ingredient of the powder mixture in "MAGGI's Chicken Noodle Soup" sachets and fry with the rest for 5 seconds. Throw the water in which the rice is marinated in and add the rice to the pan of vermacilli and MAGGI mixture, then toss quickly and add two cups of water and leave to boil on the back eye of the oven. Every couple of minutes stirr the rice so the vermacilli would spread among the rice. You can add salt as you wish ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;b&gt;Tips &amp; Tricks&lt;/b&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;If you like to decorate the food the way i do before presenting, for people eat with their eyes before their mouth, then:&lt;br /&gt;* Place the meatball stew in a big thick bowl and serve hot. &lt;br /&gt;* Spread the basmati rice in a big elongated dish and decorate with parsley and lemon slices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetite ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- By the way, this was the first meal i cooked BM on the first time he visited me. I asked him to taste the stew to see if it needs additional salt. Willing to risk anything that night he tasted the firing hot stew from the firing hot spoon and burnt his tongue ;) i could see his eyes watering and smoke coming out of his ears and nose hehehehehee but being the Macho Man he said nothing and said that he was OK. It wasn't until a year or so later when he was telling someone about my cooking that he blamed me for damaging his tasting buds on his tongue hehehehehehe i think it was better that he lost the taste sense that night or i would have heard about the bad cooking experience all my life hehehehehe just kidding he loved it ! but as i said on that first night he would have loved ANYTHING hehehehehehe MEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-114026020543141082?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/114026020543141082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=114026020543141082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114026020543141082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/114026020543141082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/atcs-recipe-of-day-3.html' title='ATC&apos;s Recipe of the Day® #3'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113991934292809254</id><published>2006-02-14T16:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:21:15.940+04:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC's Recipe of the Day® #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/IM_IS276-049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/IM_IS276-049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for chocoholics and serves also for Valentine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chocolate Dipped Strawberries &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need to purchase a pack of fresh strawberries and a pack of semi-sweet chocolate chips (Hershey's are my favourite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Line baking sheet with waxed paper. Rinse strawberries and pat dry with paper towels; set aside. Put chocolate chips in microwave-safe bowl and microwave at 50 percent (medium power) 2 1/2 to 4 minutes until chips look soft and shiny. Stir well. Chocolate should be completely smooth. If chips are not completely melted, microwave a few seconds longer. Holding each strawberry by the stem end, swirl into chocolate to cover 2/3 of the berry leaving the tops exposed; lay on cookie sheet. When all strawberries are coated, refrigerate until chocolate is set.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;i&gt;Tips &amp; Tricks&lt;/i&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;If you like to decorate the food the way i do before presenting, for people eat with their eyes before their mouth, then:&lt;br /&gt;* After making sure that the chocolate is totally stiff you can serve the strawberries by placing them in circular alignments (one in middle surrounded by four surrounded by 8 etc.). When you place the last one of the circles, align some WASHED &amp; CLEANED white rose petals around the last outside circle (on the borders of the round plate) and VOILA  ;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetite ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113991934292809254?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113991934292809254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113991934292809254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113991934292809254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113991934292809254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/atcs-recipe-of-day-2.html' title='ATC&apos;s Recipe of the Day® #2'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113980829805455047</id><published>2006-02-13T08:38:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T10:58:59.420+04:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC's Recipe of the Day® #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/IS_7512900032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/IS_7512900032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start these posts with my favourite and most quick recipes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chicken Escalope with Herbed Mashed Potato, Salad, &amp; Shirley Temple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Chicken Escalope: You can buy this ready from any supermarket or butcher. You can even replace it with beef steaks or fish steaks or any kind of steaks that you like. Just add some oil to the skillet and fry the escalopes until they turn gold or brown (I like them well done:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Herbed mashes potato: After peeling some potatoes place them in a pan and boil them until they become ready to be mashed (20 to 30 minutes depends on the amount). While the potato is boiling prepare the sauce by squeezing one lemon and adding its juice to 3 mashed garlic pieces (NOT CLOVES, pieces), then on top of the lemony mixture sprinkle salt as much as needed, then sprinkle one small spoon of dried crushed mint or Oregano or both ;)  Place the boiled potato in a big bowl and start smashing them until they look like a paste. Then add the sauce of lemon, garlic, salt, mint/oregano. Mix well until all ingredients are well spead among potato paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Salad: Dice a couple of tomatoes, shred a couple of white onions then add the same sauce of lemon, garlic, salt, mint/oregano and then add olive oil to the mixture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Shirley Temple: If you wish to serve drinks with this meal, my favourite would be, Grenadine with 7-Up or what most places call "Shirley Temple". Just fill the serving glass with 1/4 Grenadine Syrup and 3/4 7Up or Sprite. Stirr well and serve chill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;b&gt;Tips &amp; Tricks&lt;/b&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;If you like to decorate the food the way i do before presenting, for people eat with their eyes before their mouth, then:&lt;br /&gt;* Place the Escalopes on a bed of shredded lettuce and garnish with a couple of lemon slices. &lt;br /&gt;* Spread the mashed potatoes in a large plate and using a fork cross-hatch lines so it will look like a prison and then add small parsley pieces in between intersections of the lines created by the fork marks (Don't over garnish ;). &lt;br /&gt;*For the salad you can dice the green portion of one Spring onion and sprinkle it on the salad to add life to the colors.&lt;br /&gt;* For the drink, dip the tip of the glass with crushed ice before making the inside mixture then after mixing the drink serve immediatly ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetite ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113980829805455047?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113980829805455047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113980829805455047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113980829805455047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113980829805455047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/atcs-recipe-of-day-1.html' title='ATC&apos;s Recipe of the Day® #1'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113980612544996915</id><published>2006-02-13T08:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:48:45.483+04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Idea ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/GI_DMO_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/GI_DMO_014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i feel less like talking about things happening with me for i donno what reason i came up with a bright idea ;) usually when i am frustrated i like to cook ;) Even if i end up not eating i just love to cook for it makes me feel really good and makes me forget anything bothering me at the time. So instead of cooking for no one to eat i will be sharing my cooking recipes with you guys ;) I will create an  " ATC Recipe of the Day® " post. Especially that we have a lot of parents, bachelors &amp; newly wed bloggers i thought that would be a helpful tip for everyone to make me and them happy ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am officially announcing the beginning of "ATC Recipe of the Day®".&lt;br /&gt;taraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113980612544996915?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113980612544996915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113980612544996915&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113980612544996915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113980612544996915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-idea.html' title='New Idea ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113929941539884929</id><published>2006-02-07T11:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T16:33:46.973+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow Hal ;)</title><content type='html'>What a feeling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and R decided to head for lunch at La Brioche (A bakery/sweet shop and cafe) next to our office to meet a friend and her visiting sister. La Brioche is a couple of minutes walk from were we work so, R and i took a walk from our offices and as usual kept on giggling and chitchatting all the way until we reached there. It didn't hit me that we're going to La Brioche until i reached to open the main door for R to enter. It hit me that i hated going to La Brioche after being offended the last time i visited that cafe. I usually LOVE their sweets but after the last incident a year ago i tended to avoid going to it or to be more precise to go have something to eat IN the cafe rather than taking it for "Take Away". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to put you in the picture, a year and 5 months ago i used to weigh 146 Kgs (YES a really obese person), and i used to SOMETIMES only worry about a couple of outings such as the mall (to avoid people's looks and rude comments), theatres or coffe shops (to avoid the embaressment of not finding a chair to fit me to sit on or break it while sitting on these old plastic white chairs etc.). la Brioche was one of the places which made these fears exist. La Brioche use these old style round metal french-like chairs with metal pipe-like armchairs and raised cushions. The first and last time i used these chairs was 3 years ago and i remember the  embaressing situation as if it is happenning now while writing this. We were having a department meeting outside the office in La Brioche and i arrived last for i was at the printers. Anyway everyone was seated and i walked in took a chair and tried to sit but it was the most uncomfortable thing ever. Because of the metal armchairs it was like jamming me inside a box with bits of me popping out through the wholes on both sides. I couldn't move i couldn't turn it was as if i am glued to the chair and i was always having the fear of breaking the chair for it was so soft and weak. I spent most of the time putting my weight on my legs rather than my butt. Anyway being the strong person in such situations i dealt with it with laughter and jokes and made fun of the small and tiny chairs and then continued the one hour meeting and then took the decision of never going there again ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to yesterday, we went in and my eyes directly spotted the tiny chairs instead of the big variation of mouth watering CHOCOLATE sweets ;) I took one of the chairs and sat in it and OH MY GOD what a FEELING!!! What you do not know too is that i am an 80 Kgs person now ;) Yes i managed to loose 66Kgs in the past year and 5 months ;) So Physically i am half the size of me before and even less ;) I managed to go down in shape more than in weight, therefore leading for a space for someone's leg to fit next to me heheheheheh or even a small kid on that LA BRIOCHE tiny chairs ;)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt really really really good. It even made me realise that i haven't thought of these fears since i started loosing the weight. I always said that i will post about the weight loosing process of what happenned and how and when but i never ever thought that i would talk about it from a recent experience ;) i will still write a post soon about the whole loosing weight experience ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post now made me remember all the times i used to ask myself why don't places like chair manifacturers or restaurants or movies or or or etc. take obese people into consideration while planning for a place with different target audience? Fear of breaking chairs and not finding enough space and more has been all related to my Obesity earlier which somehow vanished now. Besides my friends and Bm never ever made me feel uncomfortable in these situations. I always remember that at the beginning Bm never noticed my uncomfortable issue in any of the outings but after being together for a while i think he noticed it and started sitting on the chair and giving me the couch space. He's a fit guy and would fit anywhere in the world (especially in my heart heheheh)  as for now i do not worry at all about these issues i have new things to worry about like keeping my weight and reaching my target of 70kgs ;) 10 more kilos to go wish me luck ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just felt really really good and wanted to share it with you ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113929941539884929?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113929941539884929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113929941539884929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113929941539884929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113929941539884929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/shallow-hal.html' title='Shallow Hal ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113891491509642200</id><published>2006-02-03T01:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:15:15.100+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prince Charming</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the Romantic Movie on MBC 2 “Meeting Prince Charming”. It’s a good movie just like any other with a happy ending etc. but there was parts in the movie that really got into me so deeply that I really felt as if these are the best words that would describe my situation… the girl in the movie was talking to her best friend describing her situation as follows: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It seems as if from the age of 25 till the age of 29 all my friends decided to play the CHAIR Game and when the music stopped they all got the seats with a Fiancé or a husband! I wonder if I was in the bathroom when the music stopped. Them being happy or not is not the case but the case is they’ve got the chance to be there with someone else.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know that I’ve always wanted some time for myself and that I do not mind being lonely but I definitely do not want to be lonely every night!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There isn’t something like Prince Charming nor there is a Knight on a white horse, its all in our mind to soothe the lonely feeling by convincing our self that we’re waiting for the best!|”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of other things that the actress said that triggered lots of feelings and thoughts in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about right timing and this movie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an argument with BM today about a couple of things in our relation. It kind of ended up by me saying these golden words “…you know the difference between you &amp; me is that you are so much down to earth while I live in my own fairytale!”  he never said anything after that. But it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always thought that the person whom I would get married to or fall in love so deeply with would be a Prince Charming. Every girl and even guy since the age of 12 starts creating a vague picture of their prince/princess charming. In my case, he was always someone extra smart to compete with me at all times, someone very caring, someone well-built with broad shoulders to rest my head on at all time, someone really funny to keep my popular smile on my face until the last moment of my life, someone faithful, someone brought up the same way I was with dignity and high morals, someone who would see me as the best thing that ever happened to him in life, someone who would make me pray every morning to God and thank HIM for putting him in my life, someone who would run to me to share his success or failuire, someone who would want me to be there right next to him during his highs and lows, someone who sees me as his wife and mother of his kids, someone who wouldn’t let me shed a tear, someone who would know what I want to say before I even think of it, someone who would share with me a prayer mattress, someone who would be looking forward to see me at anytime of the day, some one who would miss me even when I am sitting right next to him, someone who would stay by me in sickness and in health, someone who would be holding me close enough to hear my last breath before I leave this world, someone who would still find me his princess when I am with no teeth grey hair and boobs hitting the ground, someone who would listen and not only hear, someone who would treat my parents as his and my siblings as his, someone who I would do anything to please, someone who would trigger my feelings every time I look at him, someone I would trust with my life and have the will to sacrifice  my life for, someone I would love more than my self, someone who would never have enough of me and always wants more, someone who would do anything to be with me, and most of all someone who would know ME more than himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list would go on and on forever but at least you got the gist out of it. Growing up from being twelve years old till now have really changed and edited that list millions of times for every time something was added or eliminated, but the basic things have stayed. But now that I am 27 and had enough share of experiences and weird commitments I should really admit that the list I have created since I was 12 yrs old is back and with no modifications. So I really think that I do live in my own fairytale and that I will never find my Prince charm if I keep abiding by this list for the search. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is right and I should wake up and smell the filthy world we live in and stop being the good person I am. I am always expecting the best from people around me and I can’t even start counting the number of times I’ve been shocked or hurt from disappointment. Every time I say that I am changing I end up doing nothing but hurting myself and feeling guilty so I go back to the real me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough said for now to be continued later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113891491509642200?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113891491509642200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113891491509642200&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113891491509642200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113891491509642200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-prince-charming_03.html' title='My Prince Charming'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113853864759283147</id><published>2006-01-29T16:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:59:26.063+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Wonderer,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/IM_IS677-018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/IM_IS677-018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on expecting a BABY blogger ;) Don't worry we'll all be here for your mood swings and definitly to make things easier for you and the baby hehehehehehehehe joking aside, I'm really happy to see you cheerful again and full of enthusiasm ;) May God bless you and your family ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113853864759283147?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113853864759283147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113853864759283147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113853864759283147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113853864759283147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-wonderer.html' title='Dear Wonderer,'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113853734979638148</id><published>2006-01-29T16:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:59:48.256+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Charismatic Soul,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/PA_65804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/PA_65804.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on your engagement ;) Really happy for you &amp; D, especially that you've made it to the engagement hehehehehe always thought you might chicken out hehehehe just kidding i know that you were looking forward for it ;) Yalla Allah yhanneekoum ya rab w waiting for you to come back to hear all about it ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't forget the pictures .. hint hint... digital photography hehehehehe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113853734979638148?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113853734979638148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113853734979638148&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113853734979638148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113853734979638148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-charismatic-soul.html' title='Dear Charismatic Soul,'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113853694963270963</id><published>2006-01-29T16:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:00:04.220+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Rain,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/GI_200254372-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/GI_200254372-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alf mabrouk 3ala Katb El Kitab (congratulations on Signing the registrer). Best of luck to you and Medo w 3okbal il farha iltamma ya rab ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113853694963270963?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113853694963270963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113853694963270963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113853694963270963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113853694963270963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-rain.html' title='Dear Rain,'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113853653184693427</id><published>2006-01-29T15:30:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:00:24.523+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Loulou,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/DV_dv1595057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/DV_dv1595057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and K throughout the years to come ;) Best wishes at all time. Glad to know that the wedding was what you have expected and more. Loved the way you spoke about the things your mom remembered from years ago and included in the wedding. May God protect you and all those you love and care for ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113853653184693427?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113853653184693427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113853653184693427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113853653184693427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113853653184693427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-loulou.html' title='Dear Loulou,'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113809920635587245</id><published>2006-01-24T14:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:01:47.220+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mongolian Buffet ;)</title><content type='html'>We went out yesterday for our department's xmas dinner ;) Yes we have delayed it till yesterday for everyone is back now from their vacations and annual leaves. My supervisor suggested a place in AbuDhabi known as the Royal Orchid. It is a Far East-Food restaurant. My supervisor was telling us all the time to go for the Mongolian Buffet. My closest friend ever R was as usual with us in the outing. She used to work with us in the same department but was transfered into another department 2 years ago, but as you see we still consider her with us ;) All the way to the restaurant we were both nagging about the outing and that it is the last thing we both want to do now with all the things going on with us at work. Anyway we went their and as usual they were all with their hubbies/wives except me and R. I can never introduce BM to my coworkers for we met through one of my coworkers (whom btw still donno about us;) and BM is known by everyone in my department. As for R, she is a divorcee and still not willing to give another guy a chance into her life for she can't imagine falling in love or trusting anyone again. Anyway  (seems i am in the mood of details today so this will be the onl post for today or else i will say a lot of things that are better kept for now hehehhee), we started our dinner by preparing the dish we're gonna have and ordering the ready made noodles or rice of your choice. Then we were asked to prepare our dishes. Yes in the Mongolian Buffet you have to prepare your own dish (which most of us did not know before our spervisor rambled about for the past 2 days). They have all kind of raw meat, chicken, and fish with raw vegetables, spices, oils, sauces etc. placed as a buffet.The restaurant have posted 4 papers on top of the buffet each one detailing the recipe of the sauce you would like to use to prepare your dish. I went for the Great Khan Desire sauce which is from (1 spoon Oyster sauce, 1/2 spoon Tiryaki Sauce, 1/2 spoon Soya Sauce, 1 spoon Babeque Sauce, 1/2 spoon sesame sauce, 3 spoons brown sugar, and 2 spoons garlic) hehehehe yes i memorised it for i loved it ;) Well after putting some meat and loads of chicken i added some slices of fresh carrots, green pepper, spring onions, onions, then i proceeded to top them with the above mentioned sauce. We gave the dish we had to the chef and took our number token then went back to find that our sweetcorn w/chicken soup is waiting for us. We started the night with loads of giggles and chitchats and you know these dinner talks ;) Anyway the food arrived and i should tell you that most of us were really wondering if it was worth the trial or not but trust me it is ;) The dish i created yesterday is one of the best dishes i have ever eaten ;) i am deffenitly going there again. Anyway after dinner it was the xmas dinner tradition of the mysterious santa thingy and not secret santa, for this year we decided that we all get silly 10DHS (3$) gifts put them in one big bag then each of us would pick a gift.  I got my supervisor's gift which was 2 "Mind your language" VCDs Volume2 &amp; Volume3, while for my surprise he got my gift which was a junior artist coloring set of pastels, crayons, and chalk.  The funny thing about it is that my supervisor finds nothing to put in my annual assessment as my future development but "Progress Freehand Illustration Skills" so when he got my gift i told him that it will help him in his "Illustration Skills of Airplanes" which he draws everywhere he goes heheheheheheheheh so it was one to one hehehehehe ;) Anyway the night turned out to be really good and we really enjoyed every bit of it ;) I wished if BM was there for i know he would have enjoyed it too, but i am starting to get used to be considered as a loner and being hit on by others and say nothing! It's just frustrating but anyway today i am keeping the good mood ;) heheheehe Smileeeeeeeeeeeee ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113809920635587245?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113809920635587245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113809920635587245&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113809920635587245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113809920635587245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/mongolian-buffet.html' title='Mongolian Buffet ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113738708471840834</id><published>2006-01-16T08:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:51:24.720+04:00</updated><title type='text'>If they existed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Quote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love stories never have endings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatlovequotesuitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Quote Suits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113738708471840834?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113738708471840834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113738708471840834&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113738708471840834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113738708471840834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-they-existed.html' title='If they existed!!!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113738699618993223</id><published>2006-01-16T08:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:49:56.190+04:00</updated><title type='text'>BM would definitly disagree hehehehe ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your PhD in Men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/good.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand men almost better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.&lt;br /&gt;Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/"&gt;How Well Do You Understand Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113738699618993223?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113738699618993223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113738699618993223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113738699618993223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113738699618993223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/bm-would-definitly-disagree-hehehehe.html' title='BM would definitly disagree hehehehe ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113738683290393153</id><published>2006-01-16T08:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:47:12.983+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Although i love Birds of Paradise ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a White Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/white-rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent youthfulness and purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Sweet and heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love for the first time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113738683290393153?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113738683290393153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113738683290393153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113738683290393153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113738683290393153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/although-i-love-birds-of-paradise.html' title='Although i love Birds of Paradise ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113684146646593156</id><published>2006-01-10T01:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:17:46.593+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/eed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/eed.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113684146646593156?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113684146646593156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113684146646593156&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113684146646593156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113684146646593156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113667003205765141</id><published>2006-01-08T01:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:40:32.090+04:00</updated><title type='text'>From me to you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/graphic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/graphic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113667003205765141?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113667003205765141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113667003205765141&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113667003205765141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113667003205765141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-me-to-you.html' title='From me to you!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113618988691350718</id><published>2006-01-02T11:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:35:28.163+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning World ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/bugsthanxreflects.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/bugsthanxreflects.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone who had the chance to read and comment on my blog and to become a special blogger in my virtual life ;) It was my honor meeting all of you in the blogosphere and some of you in the real world ;) Thank you all for being here during the happy and sad times during last year hoping that this year you will be here for the GOOD TIMES only hehehehehehe i know i am asking for too much hehehehehe ;) Thank you too for asking about my disappearances hehehehe I haven't been posting for a while for i am EXTREMELY busy with billions of things as usual! I remember during highschool my bestfriend used to call me at all times " Miss Mashghouleih" hehehehhehehe and now that name is back hehehehe. I am on leave from work for 3 weeks, during which i am trying 2 finish my FINAL master's project in Educational Technology which i've been delaying since February! Yes february. My cousin is here from Lebanon for a couple of weeks. My parents are preparing themselves for traveling on the 12th. I am preparing myself for becoming a caretaker of 2 sisters [24yrs and 12yrs] and a brother [18yrs] during their leave ;) I am also freelancing for a friend of mine who asked me to finish something as a favor. I have to clean my bedroom and get rid of everything i do not want for there is not enough space for anything anymore (i hate cleaning my bedroom) and i have to prepare all the wintery clothes i have for mom to chose from to take with her on her trip. I have to do the Ma3mool(Eid Cookies) with mom for the Eid Al Adha (we always make not less than 8 to 10 kilos of sweets to serve and distribute during the Eid Al Adha)! So usually mom prepares the dough and the fillings and me, my sisters, and my brother do the Ma3mool (cookies) then dad wraps them one by one with wax paper to keep them fresh and look like the readymade ma3mool. Mom does the best ma3mool recipes i have ever eaten. All the people we know have taken her recipe but they still say that mom's are the best. We usually make Ma3mool Pistachio, Ma3mool Dates, Ma3mool Nuts, Dates Sableih, and Ka3k with and without sesame. Yes it is a lot but mom says it is a Baraka to do that. We usually prepare the ma3mool 3 days before the Eid for on the eid day dad brings the Oudhiyah 3albeit and we all work in cutting and ditributing the meat into parcels to give away ;) I love that eid, it is the only eid of the year which i believe it should be spent with family rather than friends for it is all about giving and sharing.  I will talk about that eid in a later post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me and BM things have been ELHAMDOLLILLAH more than great. I got to spend New Years' Eve with him and loved every minute of it. We went to a friend's house where we celebrated xmas and newyear last year too. We were a group of 60+ people and we really enjoyed it but honestly not as much as last year for we knew more people in last year's party. Anyway we spent all the time together and enjoyed it and guess what ... for the first time since a year maybe i haven't felt jealous at all from anyone he danced/spoked/flirted/kissed or anything for throughout the whole party i was getting all of his attention unlike the usual days (by now you all know that no pne around us knows that we are together and that we should act just like close friends) and i could see his eyes following me wherever i went or whoever i danced with. It was a great feeling to feel that special for him ;) After the party ended at 4 am we decided to go for a ride in the car but it started raining and we decided to go for a cup of coffee instead at a near place and we did until 6 am and that's when i left Dubai heading towards Abu Dhabi for my parents were celebrating in AlAin and there was no way i was going back to thier house for i know i wouldn't find a parking, and besides the house was empty :(  min gheir shar. So i decided to go back to my house and i did, and after a long drive and some rain I was home at 7:15 am and that's when i hit the bed till 12 noon and then started another busy day but this time BUSY SLEEPING heheheheheheheh i went out for lunch with a friend at Fridays then came back home and slept till  9pm then woke up finished some work and went to bed at 3 am and woke up this morning at 9 am ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes things are going fine with me THANK God at all times especially with BM. I wish that every girl in the world will meet a person like him for with all the negative things in him which are really really few, he is such an adorable person whom i wouldn't trade for the world. Now you know why i was soooooo depressed when i thought i lost him from my life. May God keep us together forever ya rab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalla spoke a lot and it's time to get dressed for i am invited for lunch and sheeshas. Will be blogging everynow and then to tell you about the last couple of weeks for a lot has happenned but you got the gist from what i wrote now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all and wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;Me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I would like here to say alf alf alf mabrouk to Loulou who got married yesterday ;) I hope she is enjoying everybit of it and eveything went as she expected yesterday ;) 3ikbalkoun everyone ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113618988691350718?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113618988691350718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113618988691350718&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113618988691350718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113618988691350718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-morning-world.html' title='Good Morning World ...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113514169083751253</id><published>2005-12-21T08:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T09:10:38.356+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats 4 Everyone ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/PA_57272.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/200/PA_57272.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy everyone ;) I am giving out hats for everyone and everything ;) &lt;br /&gt;If you've been reading the prior posts you will know that i stole Santa's hat until he gets me what i want for Christmas. Then i had to return it for the sake of good deeds. And now i am giving hats for everyone for I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY ;) Santa gave me what i wanted and more for christmas ;) BM and I are back ;) Can't express the happiness i am in but i will always say THANK YOU GOD for everything all the time. And guess what, too, he did the first move for the first time, he was the one to trigger the return and also we discussed everything out in the open and everything is back on track ;) And for the first time EVER i hear the words that he wants me always in his life ;) Although i should be honest by saying that i could feel the fear in him while taking such a step but i also could feel that he wanted it to happen as much as i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs and hats to all x x x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Thank you all for everything, I really mean it. All your comments on my previous posts were so precious and always kept my faith going on and on and strengthening. Sorry for not answering them but at that time somethings were better left unreplied to. Thank you again and again and again ;) May God bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113514169083751253?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113514169083751253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113514169083751253&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113514169083751253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113514169083751253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/hats-4-everyone.html' title='Hats 4 Everyone ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113497140085999107</id><published>2005-12-19T09:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T09:50:00.886+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/My-Greetings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/My-Greetings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113497140085999107?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113497140085999107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113497140085999107&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113497140085999107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113497140085999107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113481453587523725</id><published>2005-12-17T13:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:43:28.366+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big fat liar!</title><content type='html'>Yes that's my confession for today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lying to everyone even myself for the past couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;I was always saying that i am FINE and blaming my anger and high tone pitch and not seeing/contacting anyone due to my busy &amp; pressuring schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in reality i am busy but i cannot concentrate, i am angry from everything and everyone around me, i really feel like being alone, and most of all i am definitly NOT FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am not fine for a piece of me is missing.&lt;br /&gt;*I am not fine for i realised what an idiot i have been throughout my whole life thinking that everyone i met was a trustworthy person, and that i would never be stabbed by him/her "meen hay la haram she's so sweet she/he would never do such a thing" NO ONE IS SWEET! But everybody is SELFISH!&lt;br /&gt;*I am not fine for i have to keep on worrying about other people's feelings and health situations and keep on smiling and laughing while i am being torn and bleeding from inside. &lt;br /&gt;*I am not fine for i can't cry for i see it as a way of being weak and i HATE to be weak. &lt;br /&gt;*I am not fine for i've had fights with the closest people to me throughout these couple of weeks more than i've had fights in my entire life with them.&lt;br /&gt;*I am not fine for i always have to hide something from everyone so people won't talk or get offended or whatever like "Don't you ever say you have converted into Islam infront of people for it will affect the family" "Don't you ever say that you have something special with BM going on for people will talk or the parents would know" "Don't you ever be honest as you are fo you will hurt people" "DON"T YOU EVER..." "DON"T YOU EVER..." "DON"T YOU EVER..." "DON"T YOU EVER..." "DON"T YOU EVER..." "DON"T YOU EVER..." "DON"T YOU EVER..." "DON"T YOU EVER..." "DON"T YOU EVER..." ouffffffffffffffffffffffffft &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES! I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE ! Let whoever thinks think let whoever knows know let whoever hears hear let whoever gets hurt come and face me with it! WHO is getting hurt ??? It is only the idiot ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fed up giving excuses to people. I am fed up being the sweet and caring. I am fed up being me!&lt;br /&gt;I've been caring for people whom i know from close or far relations since i was 5 years maybe. I was and still always known as the person to run too when there is trouble or need. But the question is who do I, Myself, Me run to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted was someone to love me for what i am, care for me, listen to me when i need to talk, and comfort me with his presence by the end of the day so i would feel safe between his arms and sleeping on his shoulder next to his heart so i would listen to the heartbeats that livens my King of all heros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where am i now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my estimation i would say ummmmmmmm NO WHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, as I am typing thinking of nothing but WHY? I keep of thinking of it as tests that God wants me to go through to see how strong my faith is? And if i really converted to Islam for the sake of a person or for the sake of the Almighty him. And that's what keeps me strong... the faith that i can pass the test for i am a good student of His.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't write anymore...maybe i will continue later when i have LESS things to say! For as i said earlier I am still not ready to talk yet!!! Yes! What you have read is just a glimpse of all the things inside me but i haven't started the real issues yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if i was a Miss Drama Queen but i had to take these small things out of my chest or i would have bursted due to the more things coming through and congesting in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for reading till here. I thought of putting the option of "not allowing new comments on this post" but instead i would want to know your comments but please excuse me for not answering any of them. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113481453587523725?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113481453587523725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113481453587523725&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113481453587523725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113481453587523725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-big-fat-liar.html' title='I&apos;m a big fat liar!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113479485022070476</id><published>2005-12-17T08:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T08:47:30.270+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Start getting used to it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/ga051214.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/ga051214.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113479485022070476?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113479485022070476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113479485022070476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113479485022070476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113479485022070476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/start-getting-used-to-it.html' title='Start getting used to it!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113467056883529954</id><published>2005-12-15T22:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:16:08.866+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang!</title><content type='html'>Cher &lt;br /&gt;Bang Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, you shot me down&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, I hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, my baby shot me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was five and you were six&lt;br /&gt;We rode on horses made of sticks&lt;br /&gt;I wore black, you wore white&lt;br /&gt;You would always win the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, you shot me down&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, I hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, my baby shot me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons came and changed the time&lt;br /&gt;I grew up, I called you mine&lt;br /&gt;You would always laugh and say&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, you shot me down&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, I hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, my baby shot me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music played and people sang&lt;br /&gt;Just for me the church bells rang&lt;br /&gt;After echoes from a gun&lt;br /&gt;We both vowed that we'd be one&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry&lt;br /&gt;You didn't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You didn't take the time to lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, you shot me down&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, I hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, my baby shot me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that song it keeps on repeating itself in my head even when i don't feel like hearing it anymore ;) I am gonna kill my sister for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113467056883529954?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113467056883529954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113467056883529954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113467056883529954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113467056883529954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/bang-bang.html' title='Bang Bang!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113454074640409647</id><published>2005-12-14T10:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:12:26.463+04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Eye of the Beholder</title><content type='html'>Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. (John Lennon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life becomes religious whenever we make it so: when some new light is seen, when some deeper appreciatin is felt, when some larger outlook is gained, when some nobler purpose is formed, when some task is well done. (Sophia Lyon Fahs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. (Carl Jung)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113454074640409647?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113454074640409647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113454074640409647&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113454074640409647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113454074640409647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='In the Eye of the Beholder'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113444837620257880</id><published>2005-12-13T08:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:26:14.133+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Given back the hat ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/ga051212.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/ga051207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113420917858675699?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113420917858675699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113420917858675699&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113420917858675699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113420917858675699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/still-under-siege.html' title='Still under siege...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113419356287683982</id><published>2005-12-10T09:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:46:02.903+04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/ga051206.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/ga051206.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113419356287683982?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113419356287683982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113419356287683982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113419356287683982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113419356287683982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year !'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113395833298643020</id><published>2005-12-07T16:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:25:33.023+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/ga051205.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/ga051205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113395833298643020?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113395833298643020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113395833298643020&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113395833298643020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113395833298643020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113393207519196064</id><published>2005-12-07T09:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T09:07:55.190+04:00</updated><title type='text'>R. Buckminster Fuller</title><content type='html'>"Man knows so much and does so little."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113393207519196064?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113393207519196064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113393207519196064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113393207519196064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113393207519196064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/r-buckminster-fuller.html' title='R. Buckminster Fuller'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113377584733013455</id><published>2005-12-05T13:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:50:22.623+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview With God!</title><content type='html'>Hope this will cheer you up as much and more as it did to me. I found this presentation in one of my unchecked emails from 2 months ago and i really do believe that every thing happens for a reason... Subhannallah now i know why i had to notice that unchecked email today ... for i found the solution to my pain and damage ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way i have taken the decision and acted on it. Until now no one knows about it except the one person majorly affected by it and i didn't even see any reaction towards announcing my decison but that's normal i am used to it by now it will take a couple of days before i get the results or the reaction ... as always in God i believe and will always do. Thank you all for your support and here is my thank you to you... I will share my little jewel which helped me through this time... &lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html"&gt;Interview with God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May He bless you all and always keep you smiling ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113377584733013455?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113377584733013455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113377584733013455&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113377584733013455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113377584733013455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/interview-with-god.html' title='Interview With God!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113356414312324586</id><published>2005-12-03T02:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T03:29:40.206+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain &amp; Damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/320/flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much &lt;b&gt;pain&lt;/b&gt; can the people we love and care for give us? How much emotional/mental/physical &lt;b&gt;damage&lt;/b&gt; can they do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worries/kills me more is that they usually know what they cause but try to deny the fact so they wouldn't have to confront us or to say "Sorry"; for they know how deep they have stabbed us to the extent that no words nor actions can heal the &lt;b&gt;pain&lt;/b&gt; nor &lt;b&gt;recover&lt;/b&gt; the damage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye &lt;i&gt;Love &amp; Care &lt;/i&gt; and may you rest in peace. More moments of silence to follow ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113356414312324586?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113356414312324586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113356414312324586&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113356414312324586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113356414312324586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/12/pain-damage.html' title='Pain &amp; Damage'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113317962763288527</id><published>2005-11-28T16:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:07:07.700+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote that fits me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1113237805_uote.kind1.JPG" border="0" alt="Kind person"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your wise quote is: "Be kind to unkind people,&lt;br&gt;they probably need it the most" by&lt;br&gt;Ashleigh Brilliant.&lt;br&gt;You try to look beyond apperance, try to give&lt;br&gt;people second chances and are probably very&lt;br&gt;kind. Understanding is your biggest personality&lt;br&gt;trait, and thoose you can see through should be&lt;br&gt;grateful. If they aren't already. You detest&lt;br&gt;narrow minded people, because they can't see&lt;br&gt;what's really there. Facades is not your thing&lt;br&gt;and you strive to always be who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20wise%20quote%20fits%20you%3F%20%5Bpics%5D/"&gt; What wise quote fits you? [pics]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113317962763288527?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113317962763288527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113317962763288527&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113317962763288527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113317962763288527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/quote-that-fits-me.html' title='Quote that fits me!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113307028994897762</id><published>2005-11-27T09:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T09:44:50.016+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you bloggers ;)</title><content type='html'>I have been away for a while due to my big project. I am almost there ;) youppiiiiiiiiiiii ;) i need a couple more days and will finsih it inshallah. I have been visiting your sites every couple of days to check what's happening with you all. I will get back to the blogging life by Saturday inshallah. Meanwhile keep me updated with your news ;) Millions of thanx to everyone for your support and asking about me it being through emails, comments, sms, and calls. It really means a lot to me ;) I highly appreciate it ;)  Thank you and May God bless you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: loads of things happenned during the past week but i have no time to blog it yet. so until then free yourself for you will have a lot to read on my blog ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x x,&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113307028994897762?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113307028994897762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113307028994897762&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113307028994897762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113307028994897762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/miss-you-bloggers.html' title='Miss you bloggers ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113237963000287102</id><published>2005-11-19T09:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T09:53:50.110+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanger in Mouth ;)</title><content type='html'>In episode one of series one from FRIENDS, Rachel tells Monica that she looks as if she slept with a hanger in her mouth for she couldn't stop smiling that wide big smile all morning. This is exactly my case since i woke up today! I cannot stop smiling for what so ever reason ;) I really enjoyed yesterday soooooo much ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when we meet again after a huge fight or disagreement ;) It just makes me sure day after day (quarrel after quarrel) that you are the one ;) For no one knows me better than you do ;) You know when to pull the strings and when to loosen them. You know when to come closer and when to leave a distance. You know when to tease me and when to please me. You know how to handle my craziness and weirdness, and to encourage my success. You know when to keep me dreaming and when to wake me up. You know when to show your true feelings and when to hide them. All in all ... you know me well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you x x x &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113237963000287102?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113237963000287102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113237963000287102&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113237963000287102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113237963000287102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/hanger-in-mouth.html' title='Hanger in Mouth ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113213730069720945</id><published>2005-11-16T14:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:35:00.706+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Reality is an exact opposite illusion of what WE want it to be! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113213730069720945?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113213730069720945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113213730069720945&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113213730069720945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113213730069720945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/albert-einstein.html' title='Albert Einstein'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113203361140720093</id><published>2005-11-16T13:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:55:25.770+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waynak?</title><content type='html'>تبقى ميل تبقى اسأل متل الأول ضل اسأل &lt;br /&gt;الله لا يشغلك بال وديلي منك مرسال ... أسأل أسأل &lt;br /&gt;أنا ما بدي تجي و تقول أعذريني مشغول &lt;br /&gt;لفتة من بعيد بتكفيني و قلبي لك على طول &lt;br /&gt;لا توديلي الزهر سلال و بالشوق تجرح موال &lt;br /&gt;بس اسألني كيف الحال اسأل اسأل &lt;br /&gt;سهرات القمر الحلوين هجرونا من سنين &lt;br /&gt;زعلوا ناس و رضيوا ناس و نحنا المنسيين &lt;br /&gt;أيام تغرب و قبال عينيي عالدرب خيال &lt;br /&gt;و بلبل عاشق غط و قال اسأل اسأل&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibka Mayil-Feirouz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113203361140720093?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113203361140720093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113203361140720093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113203361140720093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113203361140720093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/waynak.html' title='Waynak?'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113204955283561565</id><published>2005-11-15T14:12:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:12:33.226+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin Luther King Jr. </title><content type='html'>"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113204955283561565?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113204955283561565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113204955283561565&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113204955283561565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113204955283561565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/martin-luther-king-jr.html' title='Martin Luther King Jr. '/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113203457253644866</id><published>2005-11-15T10:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:04:54.886+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah Yhanneek!</title><content type='html'>حبيتك تا نسيت النوم - Fairouz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;حبيتك تنسيت النوم يا خوفي تنساني &lt;br /&gt;حابسني براة النوم و تاركني سهراني &lt;br /&gt;أنا حبيتك حبيتك أنا حبيتك حبيتك &lt;br /&gt;بشتاقلك لا بقدر شوفك و لا بقدر احكيك &lt;br /&gt;بندهلك خلف الطرقات و خلف الشبابيك &lt;br /&gt;بجرب إني إنسى بتسرق النسيان &lt;br /&gt;و بفتكر لاقيتك رجعلي اللي كان &lt;br /&gt;و تضيع مني كل ما لاقيتك &lt;br /&gt;حبيتك حبيتك أنا حبيتك حبيتك &lt;br /&gt;يا خوفي إبقى حبك بالإيام اللي جايي &lt;br /&gt;و اتهرب من نسيانك ما اتطلع بمرايي &lt;br /&gt;حبسي أنت أنت حبسي و حريتي أنت &lt;br /&gt;و أنتا اللي بكرهو و اللي بحبو أنت &lt;br /&gt;يا ريت ما سهرت و خفيتك &lt;br /&gt;حبيتك حبيتك أنا حبيتك حبيتك&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113203457253644866?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113203457253644866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113203457253644866&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113203457253644866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113203457253644866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/allah-yhanneek.html' title='Allah Yhanneek!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113195504097795028</id><published>2005-11-14T11:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:04:55.320+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you CS ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/Thank-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/400/Thank-you.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my way of saying THANK YOU for your kind words in your post of &lt;a href="http://charismaticsoul.blogspot.com/2005/11/ode-to-aroundtheclock.html" target="_blank"&gt;An Ode to Around_the_Clock&lt;/a&gt;; as i commented there "It does take two to Tango" ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes and it is my pleasure ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATC,&lt;br /&gt;x x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113195504097795028?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113195504097795028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113195504097795028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113195504097795028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113195504097795028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-you-cs.html' title='Thank you CS ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113194447317278478</id><published>2005-11-14T09:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:01:13.183+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Influenced by the previous Post...</title><content type='html'>Wonderer's comment on my previous song-cursed post made me remember the time when mom delivered our youngest sister, who is 15 years younger than i am, she was really tired and was sick most of the time for her body lost its immune system after delivery in a way or another (poor mom). So for the first year i had to take care and raise my youngest sister (tab3an under the supervision of mom). But during these days i wanted her to be the Genius of the world so i taught her everything a her mind can take and even more. One of the things were nursery rhymes and these rhymes kept on playing in my head day and night even when sleeping but in HER voice (which is really adorable for all of us -the four siblings- have inhereted a great voice from mom and dad - yes we are the Vontrap family hehehehehehe). After that year mom became much better and took care of her. I was their now to supervise her studies and learnings to continue my project of EINSTINE hehehe she went into KG and God bless the neighbours for she kept on climbing on top of the table since she came back from school until it was bedtime singing and repeating everything she learnt during the day in high pitched voice hehehehehehe At first we thought she was so sweet and cute but by the second week she started to be annoying and then she became a daily occurance which everyone got used to hehehehehe I love her so much she is my kid. By the way when she entered school and she was interviewed, everyone was shocked with all the things she learned for she spoke, thought, and acted like a 5 or 6 years old (although she was 3yrs old), she knew all the alphabets, parts of the body, loads of words like car, house, food in Arabic, French, and English, she also wrote what looked very similar to her name in Arabic and she knew all the numbers till 100 with BASIC additional equations (1+1). Yup you can imagine the time i spent with her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end she did end up as my Genius- God bless her. It aches to see her now in her own teenage world but i look at her and see a replica of me at her age - which i like ;) I started loosing the connection when i had to go to university in Lebanon and i remember the first time i came back for XMAS break she was in total shock and silence for half an hour while she was sitting in my lap with her hands choking my neck and her first words to me were "do you wanna see my drawings" and that's how the ice broke hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i love our relation now although it is not as strong as when i was bringing her up from both sides for now I too have more things to take care of, but at least i know that i am her first resort for everything. I wish if this case was the same with my 3 years younger sister hehehehehe We have a really strong connection but i always feel that it is like a competition between me and her. I will write a post about that this week inshallah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely day ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113194447317278478?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113194447317278478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113194447317278478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113194447317278478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113194447317278478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/influenced-by-previous-post.html' title='Influenced by the previous Post...'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113179050382856601</id><published>2005-11-12T14:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T14:01:36.933+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Once More!!!</title><content type='html'>I was cursed at lunch yesterday by one of the old songs i like. Since then until now i've been humming its music and mumbling its words and i could hear its tunes in my mind especially the chorus part of the song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting, no more, aching...&lt;br /&gt;No more fighting, no more, trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "What Can i Do" for the Corrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the time i was cursed by the Carpenters' "Yesterday Once More" where the words "Every shalalala every woawoaw" kept playing in my mind for weeks ;) So ironically, 'yeterday once more' i was tune cursed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuningly,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113179050382856601?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113179050382856601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113179050382856601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113179050382856601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113179050382856601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-once-more.html' title='Yesterday Once More!!!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113177812582829031</id><published>2005-11-12T10:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T12:41:36.236+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo Embaressed but really funny!</title><content type='html'>I went out yesterday to have dinner with BM. As we sat down on the table the waiters came to have a small chat with us for we are regular customers and gave us the menu to choose what we wanted. I was hungry for i was still on my breakfast toasts but he didn't feel like eating dinner, and i hate to eat alone.  So we started to go through the menu and then i noticed that my left side bra wasn't covering my left boob and it showed through my shirt and i looked like a zombie so it was time to put things back in place. I looked around and from where we were sitting, no one could see me but a couple of guys who were really really into their food, a couple totally drunk in love that they seem to be floating in their own world, and the sheesha guy. I made sure no one was looking and did the move. What i didn't notice is that BM was looking at me to know what i have chosen to eat. And there i was putting things in place from above the shirt while he is staring at me in total shock and wide big eyes. When i finished and saw him i couldn't resist but laugh at his facial expression. I usually tend to laugh a lot when i get shocked about something and i laughed till i dropped my face on the table out of embaressment to cover it with the menu! From the laughter i could see people looking our way but couldn't even bother for by that time BM was looking at me in "What the hell" look and was totally speechless heheheheehehehehe I love him he's adorable. And then With the biggest smile on his face and for 5 minutes i had to hear him mock me and my craziness and i donno what and i had to explain the situation. I know that on normal days when we are out together or when i am driving and he is next to me that my boobs are a center of attraction to him but i try to act stupid for i like it and i know how to tease him :) Woman's Power:) But that gesture i never expected to do hehehehehehe It's not that i wanted to tease him or i wanted to arrouse him or anything i was really doing something urgent. Anyway the moment passes and the waiter comes across so I ordered a Labneih and Olive on the Saj while he ordered a banana split. Then i remembered that we wanted a Sheesha (we usually share one when we're alone) so i asked him what flavour he wanted Grapes or Cherry or Strawberry? He said anything you want so i ordered 2 Apples heheheehehehe yes you can imagine his look hehehehe he said you listed everything and then you chose something that you haven't listed as usual "Majnouneih" (crazy) heheheeheehehe the waiter was laughing by then so i look at BM in that Mocking Look that i have and tell him "I was inspired by the earlier events of 2 apples :)" i could see BM's eyes get wider and his smile and grin and the poor waiter had no idea what we were laughing about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that was it but i felt i had to share it for as much embaressing as it was as much funny it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way i always wondered about those guys who decide to "arrange their package" out infront of the whole world on the streets, in shops, in malls, etc. I always felt that it was really annoying for it made me feel uncomfortable to look their way or embaressed if anyone was with me. But now i know that these things can happen by accidents (but not all the time some people are RUDE)! Anyway just a thought ;) HAve a lovely and funny day and take it from me if you wanna arrange your bra back to its place make sure not the people around you are not looking but your COMPANION too. Needless to say BM kept on teasing me about it all night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113177812582829031?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113177812582829031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113177812582829031&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113177812582829031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113177812582829031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/soooo-embaressed-but-really-funny.html' title='Soooo Embaressed but really funny!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113165764442103665</id><published>2005-11-11T01:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:20:44.430+04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the blogsphere to Starbucks ;)</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 weeks since i spoke to Wonderer on the phone and got to meet that caring and sweet person. During that time too, i got to talk to Charismatic Soul (CS) after finding out that she lives 10 buildings away from my parent's house. Anyway we kept on scheduling times to meet but everytime one of us had something going on until today at 5 pm. We met at Starbucks and to my shock it wasn't weird at all. We left from there around 9 pm after loads and loads of chitchats and sharing of info and experiences. We also spoke about each one of you bloggers hehehehe yes it felt weird but special talking about people we haven't met but started to mean something in our life. We made sure to call wonderer and tease her before we left the place she was in real shock hehehehehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after taking her permission, here is Charismatic Soul (CS) under the spotlight ;) CS is goodlooking, stylish, confident, and knows what she wants. She is a person full of energy, with a wide big smile, and lots of hand gestures and facial expressions. She is such a character and one of a kind. She turns everything into a joke or a funny moral and she does think twice before throwing out a comment that she knows would make me stop and think about an issue. She is someone you can trust for in these three hours we shared lots of important occurances in our lives as if we were trying to fill each other with the gaps of our life before we met ;) I really enjoyed every bit of the chat that we both didn't realize time pass by. By the way a courtesy of CS would be the word "hun" (short for honey) and "mish ma3kool"  for she uses them alot in her talk. I loved the way her facial expressions and her body gestures did the talking before she even spoke. And trust me guys she is enjoying everybit of her resignation hehehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that wasn't all, when i came back home and logged on i met Khookh online (whom i hope he gets better soon ISA) and discovered that he lives 15 minutes away from my home in Lebanon and that he passes my house daily on his way to work! So i was really thinking to myself WHAT A SMALL WORLD! any more things to know today or that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to share todays' happenings and to thank Beej for encouraging me to create my own blog which lead me to know people like you guys ;) It is my honor to meet you all virtually and in reality ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113165764442103665?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113165764442103665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113165764442103665&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113165764442103665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113165764442103665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/from-blogsphere-to-starbucks.html' title='From the blogsphere to Starbucks ;)'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113152288007672372</id><published>2005-11-09T11:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:54:40.093+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Addictions</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Beej, Thank you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My Computer &lt;br /&gt;2) My Mobile&lt;br /&gt;3) Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4) The Beach&lt;br /&gt;5) A tie between Music &amp; Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag everyone ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113152288007672372?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113152288007672372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113152288007672372&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113152288007672372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113152288007672372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/top-5-addictions.html' title='Top 5 Addictions'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113151197034237904</id><published>2005-11-09T08:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:53:34.996+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really True ;) especially # 10 &amp; 20</title><content type='html'>1. Regular naps prevent old age... especially if you take them while driving.&lt;br /&gt;    2. Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes you a referee.&lt;br /&gt;    3. Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband!&lt;br /&gt;    4. They said we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash.&lt;br /&gt;    5. A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;    6. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.&lt;br /&gt;    7. Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without... but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;    8. You can't buy love . . but you pay heavily for it.&lt;br /&gt;    9. True friends stab you in the front.&lt;br /&gt;    10. Forgiveness is giving up my right to hate you for hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;    11. Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.&lt;br /&gt;    12. Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.&lt;br /&gt;    13. My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;    14. Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.&lt;br /&gt;    15. Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.&lt;br /&gt;    16. It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.&lt;br /&gt;    17. They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak.&lt;br /&gt;    18. Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.&lt;br /&gt;    19. Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something.&lt;br /&gt;    20. Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113151197034237904?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113151197034237904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113151197034237904&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113151197034237904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113151197034237904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/really-true-especially-10-20.html' title='Really True ;) especially # 10 &amp; 20'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113144828150934034</id><published>2005-11-08T15:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:11:21.510+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blogging Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Kind and Harmonious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/kind.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an approachable blogger who tends to have many online friends.&lt;br /&gt;People new to your blogging circle know they can count on you for support.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to mediate fighting and drama. You set a cooperative tone.&lt;br /&gt;You have a great eye for design - and your blog tends to be the best looking on the block!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113144828150934034?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113144828150934034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113144828150934034&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113144828150934034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113144828150934034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-blogging-personality_08.html' title='My Blogging Personality'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113144793866259815</id><published>2005-11-08T15:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:18:07.566+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Quiz!</title><content type='html'>Inspired by Lasto adri ;) I don't really like all the results but that's what i got ;) let's see what will you get ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" height="12" width="158" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 7.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" height="12" width="150" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 7.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="136" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 6.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/purbar.gif" height="12" width="192" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 9.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="130" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 6.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="138" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 6.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="142" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 7.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113144793866259815?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113144793866259815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113144793866259815&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113144793866259815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113144793866259815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-life-quiz.html' title='My Life Quiz!'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14335995.post-113134639026988702</id><published>2005-11-07T10:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:53:10.270+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraham Lincoln</title><content type='html'>"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14335995-113134639026988702?l=shoufimafi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/feeds/113134639026988702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14335995&amp;postID=113134639026988702&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113134639026988702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14335995/posts/default/113134639026988702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoufimafi.blogspot.com/2005/11/abraham-lincoln.html' title='Abraham Lincoln'/><author><name>aroundtheclock24_7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01490074686871986881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2982/1294/1600/R-Betty-Boop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
