tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10912901703442879192024-02-06T20:28:58.446-08:00His SweetheartA blog that reveals the real me with no make up or covers.His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-38783229988060329352010-12-20T02:45:00.000-08:002010-12-20T03:13:27.223-08:00Praying<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHzagvjvuGhJbsMdeICm8YCzO_ubj6QMtVMhFr0cgadSlgG0gLxPiv3gX2A6mgBHPdxqYyqW2XA8yF2d6a0CvPqHTAaAAQ1XbCUsxQqwNrW-EQ9yv5qfKzF3Td7mBCadHguRLjrex0wA/s1600/praying-hands1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552714333537840738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHzagvjvuGhJbsMdeICm8YCzO_ubj6QMtVMhFr0cgadSlgG0gLxPiv3gX2A6mgBHPdxqYyqW2XA8yF2d6a0CvPqHTAaAAQ1XbCUsxQqwNrW-EQ9yv5qfKzF3Td7mBCadHguRLjrex0wA/s320/praying-hands1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Things have really been deteriorating lately...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Things are not O.K..!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I can't even be optimistic and say it will be O.K..!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm just scared..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm just hiding in my cocoon waiting..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I don't know even what to expect..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I hate going home thinking bad news are awaiting..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I hate calling at home chicking how things are going..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I hate the beebing part when I call and nobody answers and my own hallucinations start thinking of what kind of crisis is happening at home..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm scared.. No one understands that.. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm scattered in my own world and no one even could tell because I am damn good in smiling.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">My niece has been bedridden for 6 days, just got discharged yesterday and she is sick again..!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm terrified and you can't imagine how much I'm..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I am scared I'd lose her like I lost her bother, my dad, my 2 uncles, my 2 grandparents, and my grandmother..!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm sick of death stealing every dear one away with no permission at all.!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm mad at death for being so cruel..!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm pissed at death for choosing good people to departure..!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm angry at death for leaving the bad people behind wandering and doing whatever evil thing they might think of!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm just sad...</span>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-40584344746958187242010-10-22T08:58:00.000-07:002010-10-22T10:33:41.378-07:00Heart Accident 4<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpX4Ko_uZig7rMRa05L7kF-bAiFsPGNiCDld2W1_-dPpfUUjCkhcJ8vyGdkwwawIegJjGZuc9qaEZzVlNDHWyai5LvcQdq5VqZaY78KRq4STt3OoEQXihfi7WezHzqDuqbUmhKfw2FQ8/s1600/sad_man_rnd.jpg"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530901112404225922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpX4Ko_uZig7rMRa05L7kF-bAiFsPGNiCDld2W1_-dPpfUUjCkhcJ8vyGdkwwawIegJjGZuc9qaEZzVlNDHWyai5LvcQdq5VqZaY78KRq4STt3OoEQXihfi7WezHzqDuqbUmhKfw2FQ8/s320/sad_man_rnd.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#ccffff;"> Two days after Khalid met Hind at her house while waiting for Faisal her brother, he left to the UK with his father who was diagnosed with cancer. It was shocking how he was healthy and all of a sudden found out that he is dying in 2 months.<br /><br />He was a lonely child as his mother had several miscarriages that ended up with pain to Khalid, his mother and dad. He resigned from his work making a stop to every single accomplishment he has done. He took his dad to the UK as he was told about one of the best hospitals to treat cancer in the whole world.<br /><br />It was very hard on him to see his dad going through chemo therapy but he had to be tough, to endure the pain, to hold his dad's hand and tell him that it will be alright.<br /><br />Faisal was there for him all the time though was still devastated with the sudden death of his beloved father.<br />As Khalid was googling some information online, he landed on a blog as the title enchanted him. It was entitled "Death took you away?!, it never did daddy". His eyes went through it as he read it all.<br /><br />He wondered who was that girl behind it. He was touched because of all the pain inside her. She was shaking yet very strong. He envied her and wondered if he would have the same strength if he lost his dad. He closed his eyes in agony and wished he would die before he loses his dear father.<br /><br />Four days after, he died. He left his loyal son struggling in a country he hasn't made a single friend in. He couldn't take the pain. He couldn't go back to Saudi Arabia and see all the places and faces his dad used to see. A very dark curtain covered his eyes. He sighed in despair and felt that life is useless after his dad..<br /><br />P.S. Sorry for not posting this part last week. Sorry for not keeping it long enough to satisfy your hunger. I hardly wrote it. I'm waiting for an inspiration so that I continue in a high spirit :)<br /></span><div><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">To Be Continued<br /></span></div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=439842944890&set=o.498745670504"></a>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1682627507678402422010-10-05T12:40:00.000-07:002010-10-05T12:53:38.674-07:00Heart Accident 3<span style="color:#000000;">Ever since her father passed away, she lost her lively spirit. She lost her backbone, the love of her life, and her inspiration in life. Her mom has gone bonkers and everything else has just been different. Their house has been lifeless and empty. She couldn't bear the idea of seeing her uncles. Uncle Fahad looks exactly like her dad and that broken look in uncle Abdullah's eyes make her tear.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">How could someone who represents everything in your life just disappear with no permission!? Why death is so cruel! "Why so sudden daddy"? was the question she has never found an answer for. She spent 3 years in ultimate denial. She couldn't even use the past tense when she thinks of him. She has never talked about him in front of anyone of her family members. He has never complained of any heart problems and all of a sudden he died of heart attack!! </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">A friend of hers advised her to start her own blog since she finds it her hard to talk about her deceased father. She did and the 1st post she wrote was about him. She had many condolences from strangers she has never met. It helped her a lot in taking out the loads of burden sitting on her chest.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">She has made many online friends and got to befriend bloggers from different cultural backgrounds. She loved her blog, loved the attention she got, and loved the fans she never thought she would get. She has always wondered who are these "anonymous" people who leave comments under her blog! Why "anonymous"!?<br />While checking her email one day, she received an email from a stranger entitled "why the Blackness"?! It was from one of those anonymous commenters. She quickly clicked on the email which said:</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Hi,<br /><br />I had the pleasure to stumble upon your blog the other day, it was another uncontrolled Internet sailing of mine :) .... sailings that keep astonishing me by the findings. I only have one question to ask ..... why the blackness !! .... really .... I can just tell you that I've never ever seen a black blog in my whole Internet life (and that's long ...trust me:) ) .....<br />it's not like I have the right to dictate things here ...... but I think I can suggest ...... no matter how much you like black (I do sometimes :) ) .... please change it ..... and change it not only here .... in your whole life if you could .....<br /><br /><br />I didn't find a contact me form on your blog ...... so here I am .... sorry for the interruption :)<br /><br />you can easly ignore this message if feel so<br /><br />K </span>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-60572808204592734952010-09-23T02:07:00.000-07:002010-09-23T02:39:52.551-07:00Heart Accident 2<span style="color:#33ff33;">It was her 18th birthday as her parents and brothers were throwing her a surprise party. She was their only girl, among 3 brothers. Ibrahim was the eldest, 29 years old, a widower with two cute girls. He was married to Sara, the girl he fought the world for. Sara was his cousin. They have been in love since they were young. Everbody objected her when he announced that he wants to marry her due to the bad relationship between her dad and his. Luckily enough, she was the reason the two families got reunited again when Sara had her 1st baby, Lama.<br /><br />It was one reason that made Ibrahim grew fonder of her. She was his queen and the only woman he could ever see. A year after, Sara got pregnant again. After long months of pregnancy, she started to feel labour pain. She called Ibrahim who rushed like crazy to take her to the hospital. 3 hours passed and she was still in the LAD room with Ibrahim, his sister, mother, and mother-in-law praying outside for her.<br /><br />The doctor came out congratulating them on their new princess. "We tried our best" said the doctor but Sara had to go.<br />Silence overwhelmed the place. Everybody was in disbelief but when Ibrahim's mother went to hug him, it snapped him out. He cried and weeped like a baby.He lost his soul mate, his love, his friend, his wife, and the mother of his two babies.<br /><br />Joory, his little princess is now two years old, yet Ibrahim is still not himself.Their bedroom has been locked ever since. He has been sleeping in the guest room and he hasn't hugged nor kissed Joory at all, ever since her mom died. He would buy her clothes, milk and diapers but would never hold her.<br /><br />Faisal came in the middle among her three brothers. He was the closest to her heart and the most understanding. He was 18 when he went on his own to UK to study his bachelor degree. He came back home with an honor degree which made her parents gay. A few weeks later, he had many offers in front of him, two of them were in UK. He was genuis and he deserved it. He didn't want to leave his house again though so, he accepted to work in Saudi Arabia. So many things have happened and Ibrahim needed a brother beside him.<br /><br />Abdulaziz was the youngest, 10 years old and everybody's pet. He is the one when was asked what do you want to be when you grow up who answered saying " Train Driver".<br /><br />Although Hind was only 18, a teenager as it should be, she was a mature woman. Seeing Ibrahim, her role model Romeo, shattering into pieces due to the loss of his wife, broke her heart. She wonderedif one day, she would find a guy who will be ready to kill for her. She has seen and heard of the million stories of girls' hearts being broken. However, deep inside, she had afeeling that her guy will be the one who compeletes her, the one who will never make her cry, the one who will never hurt her even if it was her mistake, the only one who if found out that she is in need, will run to give her a hug.<br /><br />To Be Continued</span>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-73341080083720769012010-09-12T04:30:00.000-07:002010-09-12T04:45:17.523-07:00Heart Accident<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11G7wBxxfJBvhCfbzeS0My9nBzdEEYEt8C_unCIHyDgdW5bRAx5y_av1ZjnY-Zuh21it_8MEo_Z3ARMf_K02cbkzH_Cu43ZA_iGtkgWdg4QOEhsirsDMR26BmNUxfEh5lnD8A4ipLI7E/s1600/tumblr_l87y11P33O1qd5ab3o1_500.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515990432193995810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11G7wBxxfJBvhCfbzeS0My9nBzdEEYEt8C_unCIHyDgdW5bRAx5y_av1ZjnY-Zuh21it_8MEo_Z3ARMf_K02cbkzH_Cu43ZA_iGtkgWdg4QOEhsirsDMR26BmNUxfEh5lnD8A4ipLI7E/s320/tumblr_l87y11P33O1qd5ab3o1_500.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">She loved him, loved everything about him. She celebrated her 19th birthday and then 2 days after, she got married to him. Everybody objected, the age issue was one reason. She was daddy's girl though. Her dad loved her so much that he couldn't say no. She was still young when her heart skipped a beat when he accidently saw her while she was going out. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Her soft brown hair locks were the 1st thing he noticed. She raised her head because she felt someone's presence around. Their eyes met. He gasped and she couldn't utter a word. Her mobile rang and that's what woke her up. He quickly opened the door and left. She rode her car and couldn't stop thinking about him. She didn't know who it was. She coudln't dare to ask too. All what she remembers is that he was a tall tanned guy with a yellow T-Shirt and blue jeans.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">3 hours later, she got back home, tried to ask if any staranger came home for any of her brothers. No one came apparently as her mum said. What she didn't know is that he has been waiting outside for her. Stalking her wasn't his intention. He just wanted to make sure that she is not a visitor. He wanted her to be living in that house, why? He had no clue! He was in his car when her ride came back home. She was out forlunch with one of her friends he assumed. She kissed her friend goodbye and left. He could tell that her mobile was ringing as she was searching inside her LV. He could see her smile behind the veil she was wearing as she answered hello. She got in. He was surprised that it has been 10 minutes and he is still out waiting!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">She has wished to see him again but he never showed up. His name was Khalid, one of her brother's friends. She started checking every guy's face when out thinking it's him. She wondered if it's love but dismissed that idea so quickly. How could she love someone who she just saw for a minute!! Someone who doesn't even hold a name!!</span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">To Be Continued</span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7755364156186310732010-09-08T10:38:00.000-07:002010-09-08T11:06:38.959-07:00P.H.E.W!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTN0x19i87R4A55wrQekvyZwxlHUOEURH1NAGIDEUIOvovniyrjLkzKrUvRYiEDT9liQJz7puIyHUEQNAFJ8GhsLxkTz72k-aMRPpgp_bK9nFh6oU7RPxDqnYW_2hpOr_Xw7uV6mJl0YA/s1600/new_job_graphics_01.gif"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514598866497179394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTN0x19i87R4A55wrQekvyZwxlHUOEURH1NAGIDEUIOvovniyrjLkzKrUvRYiEDT9liQJz7puIyHUEQNAFJ8GhsLxkTz72k-aMRPpgp_bK9nFh6oU7RPxDqnYW_2hpOr_Xw7uV6mJl0YA/s320/new_job_graphics_01.gif" /></span></a><span style="color:#ccccff;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ccccff;">So, I finally started my new job after a month of running around. Been a week now. I hated my 1st day, hated half of the 2nd day, liked the 3rd, loved the 4th and the 5th.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;">What-made-you-go-for-this-job is the cliche i've been hearing from EVERYBODY!! Even Jules my supervisor said that! I got tired from repeating the same answer over and over! I'm not materialistic at all! Working for me is something sacred, big comittment too! If I didn't like the place I am working at, didn't feel the sense of belonging that I'm looking for, why the heck would I spend my life at it?! It's draining you know what I'm talking about?!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;">It was my 1st day when the girl handling the job before me gave me her analysis of the staff. To be honest, I was REALLY shocked! She didn't even mention one positive aspect!! All the men and women working there are evils!! I mean ALL!! I went home and went on thinking all day long! What if I made the wrong choice?! What if what she is saying is true?! Would I go through the same agony AGAIN!!?</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;">What I did is that I ignored everything she said! I even FORGOT, literally forgot what she said!! I don't like to analyse people from the 1st time actually. So far, they are nice, very cooperative and helpful indeed. Today, one of them opened her heart to me and told me about her future plans and that there is a guy that she likes hahaha! I just opened my mouth widely. It's a great feeling when it's your 1st week at the job and someone over there opens up her heart to you! That really meant a lot to me, being trustworthy I mean. I was all the way supportive if you're asking what was my opinion lol. Lizzy, is divorced, been a single mom for 10 years so, why not give it a try!!. She said he is 10 years younger, that's what is kind of hindering her. For me, age is never an issue, though I don't know if I will marry a guy who is younger than me, probably because I am still young myself lol.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;">Anyways, it has been a VERY busy week! I'm on vacation now for 5 days :D</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ccccff;">P.S. Although, I hate Eid but I donno why I am liking it this year LOL! Happy Eid dear fellows :D</span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-28735361100858770992010-08-20T13:23:00.000-07:002010-08-20T13:52:37.806-07:00Guess who's back :D XD!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-LtsR_R6CpnELLCnZGU5QDpsyt8SYusd2bVSRroWR1Ju9raLXCSu8nFtic0an2jV9j1Mpj64uv4OQfZl-1d7fyl1bpCPNMQ4Nkgj8-8PT5G6fQzeL36VWUE_MSGUb1Z3SXvROwXnOAg/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507597486178506290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-LtsR_R6CpnELLCnZGU5QDpsyt8SYusd2bVSRroWR1Ju9raLXCSu8nFtic0an2jV9j1Mpj64uv4OQfZl-1d7fyl1bpCPNMQ4Nkgj8-8PT5G6fQzeL36VWUE_MSGUb1Z3SXvROwXnOAg/s320/untitled.bmp" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">I can't recall all the names of those who emailed me checking on me to thank them enough! Just be sure that you are the best! You were able to draw a big smile on my face knowing that I matter for you :)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">29th December was the last time I updated my <span style="font-size:+0;">dear</span> blog! I mean it when I say it's "dear" and I totally mean when I say I miss it!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">Things have been extremely hard! Fortunately, they are getting better :)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">Hmmm, donno what to start with because many things got changed since I last posted! Well, I quit work LOL! Not new to me I know. I got 3 tempting offers and I am studying them. Well, I've already made up my mind lol</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">My eldest brother got married last July. He is extremely happy with the girl I chose for him hehehe!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">We had a new member added to my family, a nephew to be exact who will be 1 year old in a few days.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">Been 4 days for me in bed! A very severe flu attacked me when I kissed my brother. So, no more kisses whatsoever! I have just left bed, got a shot on the butt which seems to be working well LOL</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">I am in a vacation now, and yes I do cook everyday lol! Not the chef but a senior assistant lol</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">P.S. Happy belated Ramdan, Christmas, New Year, birthday to everyone whom I missed.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff00;">P.S.S. Coming in 8 days, my birthday :D</span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-48223155642226489702009-12-29T05:38:00.000-08:002009-12-29T06:44:31.749-08:00Can I undo it PLEASE!!<span style="color:#ffff33;">I am sorry all, I have lost my writing appetite. My niece is sick... That has been confirmed by many doctors now. She is fragile and tiny. She is 8 months old yet unable to hold her neck still. She should have started crawling now but she is even unable to sit. Just the same sympotms her deceased brother suffered from..Heridatry issues. You can't imagine how much going back home after work scares me!! I can't stop the images of what if I came to the house and heard her death news?! What would happen to my poor loving sister whose wounds haven't recovered yet from the death of her own son who died 10 years ago!! Would she be insane again?! Would the black clouds visit our house again, after my brother my two grandparents, my grandmother, my nephew, my dad, and my two uncles loss?!! Is there more to come?!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">I accepted low salary at a tiring and blood sucking job just because I want to escape the gloomy atmosphere at my house. Don't get me wrong, my family is really patient and they don't complain but what kills is that each one of us is quiet, just waiting, just thinking, and just dreaming and praying.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">In my last post, I talked about "Sara and Summer", the two lovely girls who study in my Grade 1 class and how torn they are because of their ill-relationship between their mum and dad which ended up with nothing but divorce.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Sara hasn't spoken a word since she joined school. If I pushed her to talk, she would whisper in my ears. Even her friends keep on asking why doesn't she talk!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Summer had been more active than Sara, at least her voice was heard. However, Summer has totally collapsed since last month. I would call her name 5 times but she wouldn't reply as if she had just blacked out. Her behaviour changed for she became so quiet, she shivers all the time, and she just draws on her desk.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Her case has been occupying my mind as well as the other teachers. The only thing I feared was she being sexually harrassed. I took her aside one day, gave her some candies and asked her if there is anybody who touches her in her special area. She said yes.. but then said no.. I didn't know what to believe for she is a kid and sometimes kids would misunderstand things or get perplexed.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">I met her dad today, sorry for my language but her dad is such an ass!! I don't know how I managed and didn't hit him in the face today.!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">He hasn't found a job till now, he has moved to Saudi for 6 months now and is still unemployed!! His dad is retired and his mum calls her grandchildren "donkeys" since they are the result of their stupid dad's behaviour. His 2 girls come to the school, spend 7 hours every day with one sandwhich and one juice only!! My other students' mums called me saying that their daughters put extra food for Summer and Sara to eat because they are always hungry. Today I told him that even if you're poor, a bag of sandwhich which contains 8 sandwhiches costs only 1 Riyal!! So, putting 2 sandwhiches won't bother!! Imagine what he said " No, it's not poorness but 1 sandwhich is enough for a 30 minute break"!!I told him they are only 7, they run and play and need energy and they finish this sandwhich in the 1st 5 minutes!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">I informed him about Summer's behaviour and how I am really worried that the child might be sexully harrassed. Imagine what he said!!?! He said "Yes, they had been.."!! Not only Summer, Sara and David were molested too..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">I swear my blood was boiling and I stood up planning to hit him or even spit on his face!! He hardly spoke after I pushed him to and told us their tragic story..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Their mum was an addict, alchoholic, and moreover a prostitute.. The social service in US has arrested the mum and started an investigation about the 2 girls and their brother David. He had a restrain order from the court he said that he shouldn't approach them!! I told him how come you're restrained when you're their own father!! Did you honestly molest them?! He said No, but you know how americans treat Saudis!! I was like, come on! I can't buy this crap! Even if you have been ill-treated by the US, didn't you go back to the Saudi Embassy and ask for help?! He said yes but they didn't do anything!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">They were sexually harrassed but they don't know by who...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">I can't write anymore...I am sorry..</span>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-26967012389415232052009-11-09T04:30:00.000-08:002009-11-09T05:26:18.281-08:00Just Ranting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEY_2x5PiScXR7FN4_yBrDWs987zxNHIdGyIcSLj9lZuZVV0XmELcgwXwSNCKn8ePYSLbcEnn1T4gAoMmiSYYyOfcf8qVwFIhnqa7DmO6SN97dGYfKSZ-X9DEljwVzxpxEq7xS-0il5GU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402093823316509826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEY_2x5PiScXR7FN4_yBrDWs987zxNHIdGyIcSLj9lZuZVV0XmELcgwXwSNCKn8ePYSLbcEnn1T4gAoMmiSYYyOfcf8qVwFIhnqa7DmO6SN97dGYfKSZ-X9DEljwVzxpxEq7xS-0il5GU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"><br /></span><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">To get myself out of the dull and gloomy environment I have been living in, I joined an international school. Since I love kids the most, I decided to teach grade 1-2 English. It has been 5 weeks for now. It's too much work, little payment comapred to my previous jobs but at least I am enjoying it. Those kids make my day with doses of hugs and kisses everyday. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">I am being called "mama" sometimes which tingles me and sometimes makes me drop a tear or two.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">And I am still jobs hunting too and hopefully I will get a great job soon.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">I wanna talk about my grade 1 girls today. I love them so much! They are simply adorable. I can't ignore the fact that Abrar with her stubborness makes me crazy! Gosh I have never seen a 6 years old kid who has such a big head!! On the other hand, Malak's geniusness draws a smile on my face everyday when I see her. Rawan, the cutest girl ever never fails to make me laugh. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">Today, I went to school with a yellow T-shirt with an illustration of a naughty girl who says "I don't want to be sweet" because I was teaching them how to confront bullies like the girl on my T-shirt. I had my hair dried and wore a yellow head band. Dana came to hug me in the middle of the class so I bent on my knees to hold her tight and that's when she smelled my hair. She said it smells very good. In less than a second, I had all my 12 girls jumping on me asking me to smell my hair hhhh. It was surprising but they made me laugh so hard! One of the girls asked for the name of my shampoo too lol.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">Three weeks ago, Sara and Summer joined my 1st grade class. They used to live in US but since their parents got divorced, their father brought them to Saudi. They are halfies, american mom and a Saudi dad and the are the result of those stupid marriage that Saudis fall for when they fall in love with foriegners.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">It has been 3 weeks now and Sara has hardly spoken a word and when she speaks she whispers in my ears only! Summer is another story, she just sings one of the songs she learnt in Day Care back in U.S. Both girls just came to Saudi 2 months ago and suffered a great deal from negligence, fightings, and divorce. They live with their grandfather and their grandmother who don't know a single English word whilst Sara and Summer know no Arabic at all!! I had to practice for a while not to mention the word "mama" in grade one because I don't want to hurt their feelings so I just stick to the word "dad" when it comes to homework or quizes.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">Noor, is the girl with the most angelic face ever. I go hug and kiss her whenever she passes by. Today, I was told by the French teacher that Noor lost her dad 7 months ago due to a heart attack. One would never imagine what the loss of my dad has done to me when I am a 27 years old!! How would that be to a 7 years old girl!?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">Today, she pointed at my sneakers and said "Ms, my dad has one that looks like your sneaker"! I was devastated! She still talks about him as if he is alive! She even talked about the choclate and chips he gives her for her lunch. It took me 4 years of my life to start using past tense when I talk about my dad! And still, I can't talk about him next to my family. It's just one close friend of mine whome I talk to about my dad!! I can never imagine the loss she feels nor the pain that visits her when she wakes up, nor when she sees fathers picking up their daughters from the school! It'a lot to be understood by a little brain like hers..</span></div><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">P.S. Thanks a lot to everybody who emailed me checking on me and asking me to be back to blogging again. I can't promise to be fully back but I promise I will try :)</span></div><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#33ff33;">P.P.S. That's me in the picture above as my girls see me lol</span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-9346061230433825142009-09-23T05:02:00.000-07:002009-09-23T05:36:10.251-07:00My mind is lost...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZK3YtAXkN7CRT4641DaB2iYplJNfeXowoMdvOudHl-YHhuBBa0uI77g2UkaE-EcxlikQVifhdXDyCu3bnuqZf1-VIIHTJpwPYhWWmel6Q2HNVubKf89rULZAWJYpSTp9RXiXYakJGd50/s1600-h/IMG00095-20090827-1949.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633278458968594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZK3YtAXkN7CRT4641DaB2iYplJNfeXowoMdvOudHl-YHhuBBa0uI77g2UkaE-EcxlikQVifhdXDyCu3bnuqZf1-VIIHTJpwPYhWWmel6Q2HNVubKf89rULZAWJYpSTp9RXiXYakJGd50/s320/IMG00095-20090827-1949.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I can't say I am sorry again for not updating my blog because you got bored with the sam excuse I know! I am not here to be called a "grouch" as a friend called me once when I was trying to vent!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">No one seems to understand or believe because they haven't been through it before! They haven't lived the pain I lived!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I can never forget the day when I came back from college and saw hundreds of women going inside our house in the early afternoon! It never came to my mind that I lost my nephew! I was devastated! My sister, the closest to my heart was going mad!! "You haven't seen him" she said while crying loudly!! I swear I can still see her in her prayer mat weeping! I don't want that to happen ever again!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">He died over physical disability and the reason was that his mom is married to my cousin. Marrying relatives in our family causes physical disabilities to their babies. It was something no one paid attention to 12 years ago. It wasn't only my nephew, we lost many children in the family.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Ramadan came and finished and so did Eid, and we haven't felt either! Memories of dad and my uncle overwhelmed. What made it worse is my 4 months old Joory. She is the prettiest girl ever. She is my deceased nephew's sister and now symptoms of the same disease have been shown on her. Everything in her reminds us of him. She is too tiny, she hasn't grown much since she was born and she is a bit late in movement for kids at her age! </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I donno what to say! I just wish that it's just hallucinations! Her mom crying and weeping is just because she is worried nothing more! I am really praying to God to stengthen her and keep her safe us!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Please God, I can't bear any more death in the family! Please!</span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-15637094575099539802009-09-06T10:17:00.000-07:002009-09-06T10:44:05.727-07:00It's the Fourth year daddy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqD2msb1BuBrNjmMitUQGpQYqP4yIrtcNKYcCZw2avii8MEtkaTJR-ltibYKlNaiA3aajUwn4ChfO68O0jsRaYNU7-vtzH2iJXshc3vEKImzWlrMcSJwGuHlxrjo8djUfOIcU7yfkPxN8/s1600-h/i_miss_you_____by_mack7987.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378406099809052450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqD2msb1BuBrNjmMitUQGpQYqP4yIrtcNKYcCZw2avii8MEtkaTJR-ltibYKlNaiA3aajUwn4ChfO68O0jsRaYNU7-vtzH2iJXshc3vEKImzWlrMcSJwGuHlxrjo8djUfOIcU7yfkPxN8/s320/i_miss_you_____by_mack7987.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Dear Dad,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Four years have passed since they day you said goodbye dad. No, you didn't say goodbye, you just left without saying a word! And I can never forget that!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I have been trying hard to go on with my life. I thought I did but I guess I was just lying on myself!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Your room is still closed! No one dares to open it because we all know, sorrow and tears will be back again!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Maybe I didn't tell you this before but the day you had your heart attack and was rushed to the E.R, your room was locked and we couldn't find the keys! My brother borke the door down when the hospital asked for your ID card. We all thought that it's just for admitting you in the hospital but none of us suspected it being taken to complete the death procedure! It has been locked ever since!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">So many things have changed in our family and we are still missing you big time. I am no longer the spoiled girl you used to pamper for there would never be anyone to replace you. You were the only person I used to cry to and now I just can't do it! I am stronger and I am still the good girl you have always known!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">It's Ramadan daddy. I miss preparing your tray of food, none fried of course because of your diabetese. I miss you breaking your fasting on the voice of Quraan in the living room and I miss your comments of the food or juice I made. There was some criticism that made me upset a few days, I swear to God, I miss it so much! I wouldn't mind having sever criticism all the time if you were back for an hour!! I would pay dearly for it I swear!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Writing to you helped me a lot but there are two things I am really suffering from. Since the day you left, I haven't been able to sit on your favorite chair in the living room when you used to watch the telly. I have not been able to say your name or talk about your memories in front of any family member! Even when they mention you and ask God to have mercy on you, I can't say amen to that !! My tongue feels so heavy whenever I try to!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I would kill myself if I ever forgotten you!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I love you</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Yours,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">S</span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-57296160254415487102009-09-01T14:27:00.000-07:002009-09-01T15:09:20.352-07:00Randoms<span style="color:#cc9933;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376623336040356082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Z4OqeFhA1_EcdjBruBQrBwLKjxruzRPsPLrqN0O_dLT22gq22_ZcNOhpkB_BNffoKH2o41rGyeqJOSm2-E1TjrZ7eSWzi3oeOdvQ-aXYTu6aY_baX0lgThSntc7YY9lu8-yrXNMRklA/s320/7(1).jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="color:#cc9933;">I am saying this again and again and again!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">I am sorry my dear blog and I am sorry my dearest readers for being such a bad-ass-blogger lol !</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">I swear I can hardly find some me time!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">Since we flew our dear maid that I hate so much away, I have been working my ass off doing chores at home! I am a princess! I am never used to wiping, cleaning, washing dishes and cooking!</span> <span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">It used to be 2 chores a day but now in Ramadan, it's all messed up! A big house with no maid is the biggest disaster ever!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">4 months ago, our maid got sick, really sick! Her face was so big and her body was yellow and pale. We thought it was just an alergy so, we let her rest and sleep all day long while my sisters and I serve her. We cooked food for her, cleaned the house instead of her as well. She got worse so we took her to the hospital. They suspected her disease so they decided to put her in an isolated room fearing the disease to be contagious.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">I was really worried on her and accompanied her in the hospital and made sure she is O.K. Even during the visiting time, I used to visit her with my sisters and bring her food and new clothes. I asked every visitor to wear a mask and cover their faces with the shaila because I was worried on her being hurt.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">2 days after, the result came. She was O.K, nothing serious but there she had an infected lungs. The Doctor said that she wouldn't be able to work, use cleaning stuff and she should rest!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">Since we respect maids privacy, we don't search their luggages and rooms except when they arrive and when they departure. I went to clean her room and change the bed sheets and I was shocked! REAAAALLY shcoked!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">I saw wonders!! Her bed was satined with blood and urine! Their was two big pots inside each other with dirty water inside them. There were 2 cups on top of each other, one with a peeled orange and the other with a rotten orange! There were some pads, stained ofcoruse! My siserts brand new T-shirts were found there. My missing Chanel watch was under the bed! Not to forget the big amount of money and jewlery! Even my neices rubber bands and hair clips were there!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">Many many missing stuff were there that almost belonged to every member of the family. We asked a shaikh about some of the stuff we found there and he asked us to either burn them or toss them away in the ocean saying that these are pre-magic things. Her said we should be thankful that she got hospitalized so that her ugly truth got revealed!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">My mom was in denial!! She was like any one of us! She used to have her share of lunch that I wasn't even counted for when I was at work! My mom buys her every single thing she asks for and never takes money from her salary like what some families do! </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">The moment her treatment was over after spending 10 days at the hospital, her flight was out waiting for her. I went to her and told her that the doctor said we should get rid of everything she has and we did! We bought her new clothes, new bags and even asked her if she wanted to buy anything because we were afraid that she might have the intention of doing something more. Before she left the hospital, I told her that the doctor said she got her disease because she was filthy and that if she doesn't take care of her hygiene, cockroaches will come out of her skin!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">So, yes we have been maid-less for 5 months now with never ending home chores!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">On another note, we discovered that our neighbors, those who just have a wall seperating them from us were down with swine flu!!! You know how Saudis were lately in the streets with their masks on. We saw them entering and leaving with masks on and we were like, oh like everybody!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">But when we heard the news, we were really shocked!! They were having their daughter's wedding when a relative of them came from another country with the disease! 2 of the bride's youngest brothers got sick, 2 elderly women as well! They were all healed like a month ago but why didn't they inform us so that we become more cautious!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">On a third note, I got many birthday gifts :) :)</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">A blackberry</span> <span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">A fancy bag</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">A sexy shoes</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">3 perfumes</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">A funky T-Shirt</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">A wonderful set of candles craved with my name</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">A sweet necklace<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">And I know that more are yet to come :P</span>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6042763243187188442009-08-27T12:47:00.000-07:002009-08-27T13:01:31.687-07:00Happpppppppppppy birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaay to meeeee<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZz0j2Vmo523WvQougPWVH8PKd-9AoWJMlwAt2bSJn_X3FlKfHgpB2clFRYOeKmBJGXNtmkySHTij71eAF02lYTW-LlZmjk_EGkOxpob2J1bX0sEDx_NthNpHGnZZoqLnA2jV3lyZ630/s1600-h/Happy_Birthday_by_julieannejones.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374733264310813730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZz0j2Vmo523WvQougPWVH8PKd-9AoWJMlwAt2bSJn_X3FlKfHgpB2clFRYOeKmBJGXNtmkySHTij71eAF02lYTW-LlZmjk_EGkOxpob2J1bX0sEDx_NthNpHGnZZoqLnA2jV3lyZ630/s320/Happy_Birthday_by_julieannejones.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">I</span>n</span> exactly an hour, I am turning 27 :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">M</span>y blog completes its 1st anniversary this month starting from the old one at </span><a href="http://www.hissweetheart.wordpress.com/"><span style="color:#ff9900;">www.hissweetheart.wordpress.com</span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"> and ending with this one. I will be uploading my old </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;">blog's posts into this one when my friend who promised me to do it comes back from the </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;">vacation.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;">P.S. My sweetest bloggers, THANK you for making this blog what is it. THANK you for drawing a big smile in my face whenever I read your comments and receive your emails.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">W</span>ish me lots of love and luck please :)<br /></span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-11463509729391878612009-08-25T12:13:00.000-07:002009-08-25T13:45:36.913-07:00Garbage Trucks!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8EuLRFWLXrwB9FADyo05R_I8AOcjM5mLGVUygPTjbkhqCERj6XPpXrH0AETU_UwvM-qdgdF_9Tft98xa0NcXJuylAAPZ-OjsMvKJbQlyjCqrY2iR5em6343PS3S6e0CczvMFbdu-M_wE/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982785334042786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8EuLRFWLXrwB9FADyo05R_I8AOcjM5mLGVUygPTjbkhqCERj6XPpXrH0AETU_UwvM-qdgdF_9Tft98xa0NcXJuylAAPZ-OjsMvKJbQlyjCqrY2iR5em6343PS3S6e0CczvMFbdu-M_wE/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">I received this story from a sweet friend of mine and thought of sharing it with you :)</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck'.He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it! </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">Have a blessed, garbage-free day!</span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-18536314310337041582009-08-21T14:49:00.000-07:002009-08-21T14:58:28.463-07:00Wishing you a joyous and blessed Ramadan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxH0YHNlkc4taTQlx6TJEU-vk9ReR3g6RKFeKdLapRpnU7ZGMHVDc-A-qCAq1nVgBEgolPMyySho7dSMvQeLZmnS-ku35p0RZI2hvSCr6n015lQGPYAGGQsmiYuNsT5Pkp0E733BAMEM/s1600-h/medium.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372538659654784610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxH0YHNlkc4taTQlx6TJEU-vk9ReR3g6RKFeKdLapRpnU7ZGMHVDc-A-qCAq1nVgBEgolPMyySho7dSMvQeLZmnS-ku35p0RZI2hvSCr6n015lQGPYAGGQsmiYuNsT5Pkp0E733BAMEM/s320/medium.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a class="mostread" title="May-the-light-that-we-celebrat" href="http://efreesms.com/sms-Free/Show-sms/21823_May-the-light-that-we-celebrat.html"><span style="color:#ffff66;">May the light that we celebrate at Ramadan show us the way and lead us together on the path of peace and social harmony.</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff66;">Wish you a very happy Ramadan</span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-90884061617167436072009-08-12T12:16:00.000-07:002009-08-12T16:17:56.969-07:00Congrats to the bride! Congrats to the groom!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQjUQYST3jSBIVWdzWV_BRvwPbU06Pt4NzMoKv7ewJKLc-2Hb-3hMQUf18nUEAAS-C0srOlXcRkoaHKy7LMufZkH9S75bp9zFEW72tKWnIW3pVLU5vQqcXuig54vjvQhjFfFzyguq4xvI/s1600-h/6489_115722314890_634059890_2328672_4687362_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369215695726454674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQjUQYST3jSBIVWdzWV_BRvwPbU06Pt4NzMoKv7ewJKLc-2Hb-3hMQUf18nUEAAS-C0srOlXcRkoaHKy7LMufZkH9S75bp9zFEW72tKWnIW3pVLU5vQqcXuig54vjvQhjFfFzyguq4xvI/s320/6489_115722314890_634059890_2328672_4687362_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">I have neglected my blog recently and negelcted reading my favorite readers' posts and I am really sorry! The reason is that my brother got engaged :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">He is the 1st brother to get engaged in our family so things have been hectic! The party was in Tuesday and till now my legs hurt since I was the camera woman plus on heels lol</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">P.S. The bride's maids in the photograph above are my neices. The youngest is my pumpkin neice Peacho who has been living with me for the past two months. Hence, she has started calling me mama! So, that's a nother reason why I am away! I am a mom :P</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">It's the 1st happy thing we have done since my dad and uncle died. I missed them both the most especially when my brother came in but for the 1st time in 4 years, I was happy :) </span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-48569424852878171132009-08-08T09:03:00.000-07:002009-08-08T11:03:16.271-07:00Mona Lisa Made of 3,604 cups of coffee<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMVnZQt2GSHtRdqKXjvJ_ftq2eL9nKuFK16MidEp4e5wm5HlVxuKmhxupuFa91WWcStY5FugN7_cYhkIQizJAUCNSZ_8A8slN6H9e_KXAaTt0cim9nKQiDIcLwbcP1J7SInhy28UJWdo/s1600-h/Mona-Lisa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365117792438037362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMVnZQt2GSHtRdqKXjvJ_ftq2eL9nKuFK16MidEp4e5wm5HlVxuKmhxupuFa91WWcStY5FugN7_cYhkIQizJAUCNSZ_8A8slN6H9e_KXAaTt0cim9nKQiDIcLwbcP1J7SInhy28UJWdo/s320/Mona-Lisa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">Terrific!</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-65157863292093432222009-08-02T15:22:00.000-07:002009-08-01T14:52:36.591-07:00Learning the Arabic language<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMg5aOjWlA6x17WTbr0cp7yNSmmjw_urMs0E0ZvgC9xOAf42jdo8g35SoR0oO5fHlC9Axrye3EyUMQDHLrKktFUpq5Pj6ASq1E_zMenFwSB5xy2xiz52xb__3BxcRO9sqlJxM7iUUNuc/s1600-h/michael_dph_02w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364384948449856242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMg5aOjWlA6x17WTbr0cp7yNSmmjw_urMs0E0ZvgC9xOAf42jdo8g35SoR0oO5fHlC9Axrye3EyUMQDHLrKktFUpq5Pj6ASq1E_zMenFwSB5xy2xiz52xb__3BxcRO9sqlJxM7iUUNuc/s320/michael_dph_02w.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Controversial reactions varying from welcoming to disapproving were aroused in the kingdom of Saudia Arabia recently. That was the result of what a group of British male students who expressed their desire of traveling to Saudi Arabia to study the Arabic language.<br /><br />As known, Saudi students when sent for scholarships abroad and in UK specifically, live with British families who consider them part of the family. Being with them helps in getting the language faster especially with everyday talk.<br /><br /><br />The British students "William, Maria, Jack, and Robinson" expressed their wish of being accepted by Saudi families in the summer to live with and hence learn the language through a letter that was distributed in facebook.<br /><br />They reassured the saudi citizens that they are fully aware of their traditions and cultural differences. Robinsion expressed his sincere desire in learning the Khaleeji accent as he calls it for most of the British people who speak Arabic use either Egyptian or Syrian dialects.<br /><br />Some Saudi guys loved the idea as it might transfer the image of Saudis being good at heart not as what some foreigners think of especially after 9/11 crisis which is still affecting some of the Saudi students who are studying abraod.<br /><br /><br />Some Saudis were harsh in their reactions that British living inside conservative Saudi families is a sin especially with the religion differences and the taboos of the Saudis.<br /><br /><br />In my own humble opinion, having students like these would be a great thing for both countries. It will wipe out the Saudi-Terror-Image and strengthen the bonds of both countries.<br /><br /><br />The question is of what type of families to live with??!It is a bit difficult especialy with Saudi Arabia being known as the 1st and the most strict country in its traditions, segregation, and male dominant society which is a big hinder. However, those students can be hosted by some families who are quite open to such things and I guess those would exist in compunds that are being mingled with foriegners and Saudis. Having these two big diversities together let each part stoop to conquer which at the end resulted in mutual understanding and harmony between each other.His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-41191933831281027142009-07-23T06:06:00.000-07:002009-07-23T06:44:12.335-07:00Don't copy if you can't paste!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgHNGw6hu-UNoZiWfJdS2Cowrs1XR1lY0DFICwCcL4Ctuy2K3LuZnP6uVJJKAe2sqfK9NphnCbvEp0Sc6xj0Ax5JKzmTe2ayTPtzgZ6idb51sj550_DjvkfArcubjm-PyqlrXcnRAfAQ/s1600-h/CopyCat.jpg"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361649863403940514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgHNGw6hu-UNoZiWfJdS2Cowrs1XR1lY0DFICwCcL4Ctuy2K3LuZnP6uVJJKAe2sqfK9NphnCbvEp0Sc6xj0Ax5JKzmTe2ayTPtzgZ6idb51sj550_DjvkfArcubjm-PyqlrXcnRAfAQ/s320/CopyCat.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A popular motivational speaker was entertaining his audience.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">He Said : "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn't my wife!" </span><br /></p><p><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">The audience was in silence and shock. The speaker added: "And that woman was my mother!" </span><br /></p><p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Laughter and applause were heard. </span><br /></p><p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">A week later, a top manager trained by the motivational speaker tried to crack this very effective joke at home. He was a bit foggy after a drink. He said loudly to his wife who was preparing dinner, "The greatest years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who was not my wife!"</span><br /></p><p><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">The wife went; "ah!" with shock and rage. Standing there for 20 seconds trying to recall the second half of the joke, the manager finally blurted out "....and I can't remember who she was!"</span><br /></p><p><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">By the time the manager regained his consciousness, he was on a hospital bed nursing burns from boiling water</span></p><p><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Moral of the story:<br /><br />Don't copy if you can't paste!<br /></span></p>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-12488962461738285852009-07-16T13:16:00.000-07:002009-07-16T13:54:30.330-07:00To you and only to you!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyJlJj68hQW89K4m54if3d6Ikab0W2jXdc0A4aJr84GKo_RnGotkYkDHciIAsN39f-RZE4EgF2t45xT84lux03LvHQxxaEOpFWCU0epJLpIFebPNRFvo5hLaiSCXRfOdgyY92cMHup5s/s1600-h/Marcus74id-0010.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157244732445810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyJlJj68hQW89K4m54if3d6Ikab0W2jXdc0A4aJr84GKo_RnGotkYkDHciIAsN39f-RZE4EgF2t45xT84lux03LvHQxxaEOpFWCU0epJLpIFebPNRFvo5hLaiSCXRfOdgyY92cMHup5s/s320/Marcus74id-0010.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Dear Dad,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">You can't imagine how much I miss you. It's more than anybody missed anyone before on the earth of humanity!! </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Today I heard this sentence while watching a show that is supposed to be a pure entertainment when this girl was talking about her dad. She just said "He just passed away" and it made me cry my eyes out!! I was hurt! I was really devastated! </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I had this strong flashback of the day you left!! It wasn't even 10 minutes! I thought that it's your diabetese being high and I ran and brought you some sugar thinking that it would ease the pain! I never thought that it was a heartattack!! A heart attack that took your soul away!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I can't believe that it's the fourth year already! It's always like yesterday!! </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">You remember how you used to wake me up in the weekends early in the morning and take me to have breakfast with you outdoors! I can never forget that juice you used to order for me saying it will keep me smart as I always am! Trust me, I tried more than once to drink it after you left but I just couldn't!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I clearly remember the day before you left when mom and I had an argument and I went crying in my room and didn't have lunch then. I remember how you knocked your special knock on my door and sat beside me on my bed! I can never forget your fingers touch on my chin telling me that such a baby face should never cry at all and that my tears are diamonds! </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I remember the baths I used to give you since you always said you can't reach your back!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I knew you could and that you just wanted to be spoiled and I gladly did it!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I remember the birth mark right at the end of your back neck and how I used to comment on it!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I remember how you used to make fun of me telling me that the barber had done that to you because you were the naughtiest 8 years old boy!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">So many memorable days dad. So many sweet chats full of love and tenderness that I would never forget even in my grave!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">I will always miss you my sweetheart</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Yours forever</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;">S</span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-90502496048928112252009-07-15T04:00:00.001-07:002009-07-15T04:22:05.637-07:00S.T.O.P<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZ_wVEHR_va3-A4cZGAMhbDbGyeRoSDKU0dFP1ZHDfvoX-zLj1CuJ7LGOLlz_56T6Rb0kycJjT-7yt9inMIIPCpZu9LFgFech5lRXGjq-ZZi_7FGhYPyIlid8p9AbPa-SBrsXHCWslYk/s1600-h/8.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358641003764971266" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdi7BP0I5sTDNWoidyQBFYHvXVEtOEJHJAqYedDxxmopx_yJ1vYwmK_6xgQrBXwb9n-37QvXXxaQDiaU8w657ux7E4JBNebC0s-L-ISFhltYof2zK9EGmEIGsx7X-nVYGgIQhDXUJz6Tw/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4Zk7fCn6GK8eLrIaUg9VmHV0Es1wCXuV2nMs8Gy5VIi1FWoj0tbEDZp7iUYdWFAlXwm52J6B10HrCw4m8nAVZbZC9a-b504jiksSf0L4rxuYWjIuTCoZk42Tbk748gIeuiod6cIv4Rc/s1600-h/5.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640675529478226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4Zk7fCn6GK8eLrIaUg9VmHV0Es1wCXuV2nMs8Gy5VIi1FWoj0tbEDZp7iUYdWFAlXwm52J6B10HrCw4m8nAVZbZC9a-b504jiksSf0L4rxuYWjIuTCoZk42Tbk748gIeuiod6cIv4Rc/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibI9QWvfTMNNvlY2QWzmbs7aW4hMMpfTpJvJpvCZAc23hB-Tul4h5-uzxCaBqRjHD8tQxZgrAs5j1NUZnBv2VU8ayDSCYAEi2gU86Ls5esOdoziYCSohS3HohaiiEN4mqkKcgHN8wOMCk/s1600-h/4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640672305244786" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO3C7UlfD_uOraOGiGziGoqFn5YxUjV7flHGv3tk4LYvkcBeHV9LyjoWvzYK4ZcJdOUQjx1n843n8kvIZsbtttYdNhr8QM70xL4UfcHAykTtvWwplZFFV4kMzqGh6dqaleWQYzhTYJhP4/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UK0rmnezX5nBzybt1t2pjY6nVtmS51SywsHu6XIU_WafKBhJLqER8kprDWXvBmiJ7f6mXUfY1yuUvDiEfF2EzYmzZbj9YO-OkcPULSYElCNuItfjQyXpWjdAUkNlSse-qLg4wgMP3Sg/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640652883735794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UK0rmnezX5nBzybt1t2pjY6nVtmS51SywsHu6XIU_WafKBhJLqER8kprDWXvBmiJ7f6mXUfY1yuUvDiEfF2EzYmzZbj9YO-OkcPULSYElCNuItfjQyXpWjdAUkNlSse-qLg4wgMP3Sg/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /></a>To whoever he/she who smokes out there,</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Have you looked thorougly at these pictures?!</div><div><br />Ever thought of those you love! How would they react when they hear the news of your <span style="color:#ff0000;">D.E.A.T.H</span> !</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Would their lives stay the same! Would it be a big <span style="color:#ff0000;">S.T.O.P</span> point in their lives! The lives that you destroyed by your own <span style="color:#ff0000;">H.A.N.D.S</span>!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>No, don't tell me you were unconscious! You were fully <span style="color:#ff0000;">A.W.A.R.E</span> of what you were doing! Don't tell me it helped you <span style="color:#ff0000;">R.E.L.A.X</span> because I will answer saying <span style="color:#ff0000;">B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T</span>!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br />If you don't <span style="color:#ff0000;">C.A.R.E</span> about your life, hell with you! Just be considerate and think of those who <span style="color:#ff0000;">L.O.V.E</span> you!</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Regards,</div><div></div><div>Death</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-84443021340348435452009-07-11T06:49:00.000-07:002009-07-16T13:08:05.202-07:00Make my dream come true!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAgtWWHApcvxu0KcdO5F3_YoZXk0VrmMSAIANqUFLltcCRn3bVMvv9LsC7Q_UqHhqvtzXk3tRcWeKRp43f7cIuGTUy2xu3XC2UnW7AEvhVnp0uYVLreiXuAPSNIKY-wnFD3UB6u_ftHTM/s1600-h/20080820407-001.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357203774009557746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAgtWWHApcvxu0KcdO5F3_YoZXk0VrmMSAIANqUFLltcCRn3bVMvv9LsC7Q_UqHhqvtzXk3tRcWeKRp43f7cIuGTUy2xu3XC2UnW7AEvhVnp0uYVLreiXuAPSNIKY-wnFD3UB6u_ftHTM/s320/20080820407-001.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">I have applied to a job a month ago. The job is awesome and everything about it is just terrfic! It's my dream job! The job I have been dreaming to get since I was a baby girl.<br /><br />I talk, sit, eat, and drink with my family and friends but they all know that my mind is just not present!<br /><br />The interview timing hasn't been set yet and this is what worries me because sometimes they hire people who know someone who knows someone and that someone knows someone! My C.V got accepted and I heard a lot of nice talk about it but I am just scared.<br /><br />It has been 3 months since I quit my job. I am not regretting it but I am never used to staying at home. I have started working before graduation so this unemployment stage is totally new to me. It's really draining especially when my mom sees the world through my eyes! She has lots of hopes in me and I don't wanna disappoint her!!<br /><br />I am an optimistic girl full oh hopes and future plans and I would never give up but sometimes desperation crawls into me and let me drown in a sea of tears! It just makes me have doubts and lots of doubts, not in me and my abilities but in this world!<br /><br />I hope the interview timing is announced soon so that I can relax a bit!!<br /><br />P.S. Getting this job would make me the happiest girl on earth!! I need luck and I need never ending prayers!</span>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-32758713973776196952009-07-07T10:58:00.000-07:002009-07-07T12:33:48.622-07:00What's next Saudi Arabia!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVPH7h41MKbZKT2Z7lknMtt12XdLuv7OT2S3uKJRwwEdUzOjsbA6Q5-b1BmABX8bxk2hw1zCnRF-0KqZssNGR4RVRwePKfGGP6voqEbmAsRTjD6gLYTnxoL_TtuOL7BdFyyrrQB4G20c/s1600-h/county%2520fair%2520page.jpg"><span style="color:#006600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355780163136976642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVPH7h41MKbZKT2Z7lknMtt12XdLuv7OT2S3uKJRwwEdUzOjsbA6Q5-b1BmABX8bxk2hw1zCnRF-0KqZssNGR4RVRwePKfGGP6voqEbmAsRTjD6gLYTnxoL_TtuOL7BdFyyrrQB4G20c/s320/county%2520fair%2520page.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span><div></div><br /><p><span style="color:#006600;">My 7 years old and 3 years old neices haven't gone to any fairs since their mom delivered their new baby girl. They were getting bored staying home all the time so, I offered to take them to a fair to play. My 15 years old sister accompanied us. </span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">We had dinner and then headed to buy the tickets. I left the choice to my neices to choose whatever games they want to play with. I was going to hand the Indian guy who is resposible about the game they chose the tickets when he started murmuring and pantomiming. </span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. Later, I understood that my 15 years old sister is not allowed to ride the rollercoster because she is "old". I was getting angry because my sister got shocked and was almost crying! He told me that it's the order of "Muttawa" aka "The Committee for the Propagation of Virtue and Prevention of Vice". He was drawing a beard with his hand to explain it clearly to me that the umttawa has come and told him and some of his colleagues that if any females are seen riding the hollercoster or whatever game it is, they will shut down the business and cause their unemployment! </span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">He was pointing with his finger that the muttawa is somehwere there observing. I stood there for 30 minutes waiting to have a talk with him but he never showed up!! I was going to cause a scene and I didn't care about whatever might happen there!</span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">My sister is just a kid! Whoever female who wants to ride whatever has the ultimate right to do so!! I haven't read about any rules or regulations prohibiting it!! Just thinking about it is stupid because it is merely stupid!! </span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">What's next Saudi Arabia!</span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">P.S. Hope you will like my new background. A sweet blogger emailed me telling me that I am enveloped in blackness. To prove him wrong, here you go :D</span></p>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-26983583583453403322009-07-04T12:16:00.000-07:002009-07-16T13:08:41.918-07:00If I were a bird..<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizzZIs4elvDdPALtsneNB98yN2taECvpgmGXECFuvBcnBk0bVCGTvovL7AD5z2ET4HWWcWd7RTfEojLRFVP67RYjqrrCqN0_LJb1SM9PuV3tJUg-GFMvXldxAY6-xU-ULjx34obevFEg/s1600-h/1.bmp"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354703952437342546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizzZIs4elvDdPALtsneNB98yN2taECvpgmGXECFuvBcnBk0bVCGTvovL7AD5z2ET4HWWcWd7RTfEojLRFVP67RYjqrrCqN0_LJb1SM9PuV3tJUg-GFMvXldxAY6-xU-ULjx34obevFEg/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /></span></a></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">The loving bird was flying happily with his beloved wife when she was shot. He went down after her and that's when he noticed that she was deeply injured. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9FKZPHdEie10bQ1ocukXY6yUyizoYSDF19qP0LqspO9DX_2dh1YOfX3VVEX1QIhoooK3x82f-7PL8BEGwX1D4WQgTLBTqBBSdxpF5i-Ryi-vlBVJ8fO1H5nIA_VWrCO_oW4vUgb6jDA/s1600-h/2.bmp"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692224468428994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9FKZPHdEie10bQ1ocukXY6yUyizoYSDF19qP0LqspO9DX_2dh1YOfX3VVEX1QIhoooK3x82f-7PL8BEGwX1D4WQgTLBTqBBSdxpF5i-Ryi-vlBVJ8fO1H5nIA_VWrCO_oW4vUgb6jDA/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> He brought her food and came down again to her fluttering his wings with love and passion.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nCRl9M0XZ0j18f8fgkPhGrWTh9I_wLSgx6KTRIgMnECN_IsIKL9qGEB_k9OK1sFWt-LS9hMCQZ3UzmnN-oYWeKTtIavYUNorLwgFdZixO-Mb0DfpLzExQFQz5dkPsN9mZE7aS_hzmvU/s1600-h/3.bmp"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692221560552914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nCRl9M0XZ0j18f8fgkPhGrWTh9I_wLSgx6KTRIgMnECN_IsIKL9qGEB_k9OK1sFWt-LS9hMCQZ3UzmnN-oYWeKTtIavYUNorLwgFdZixO-Mb0DfpLzExQFQz5dkPsN9mZE7aS_hzmvU/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> That's when he noticed that she has deceased! He was in shock! He tried his best to wake her up but no avail ...<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0DTb0ZYWf2UQ2oNYo9QJfhS9THd6fxPp9Z1FnTKzadPmibCLIqGA0zZ5UWmu7qd0d-3kx_PvXuSNwVPt4SFmmj9ijZpI00-X2xZC4YLzlT_IIkGC2w1BShbd5dQG_2u8aX3RNYcWTN4/s1600-h/4.bmp"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692222928661250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0DTb0ZYWf2UQ2oNYo9QJfhS9THd6fxPp9Z1FnTKzadPmibCLIqGA0zZ5UWmu7qd0d-3kx_PvXuSNwVPt4SFmmj9ijZpI00-X2xZC4YLzlT_IIkGC2w1BShbd5dQG_2u8aX3RNYcWTN4/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"><br />He cried his lungs out and shouted in pain! He couldn't believe that the love of his life took her soul away with her!<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nCNLKAyzB5w04BDaXzIrx9KXOcoQMdWXNVzp7KJxk3-6h3Z2IKqcLVqfo-I6zHEHa6pjMUH-3cQ92vIDBVDZ783pmfMJUMBaRrlf3UayUM4mcaBFPo1UV9WkH-wyUF9evalyLxHlm24/s1600-h/5.bmp"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692213507289154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nCNLKAyzB5w04BDaXzIrx9KXOcoQMdWXNVzp7KJxk3-6h3Z2IKqcLVqfo-I6zHEHa6pjMUH-3cQ92vIDBVDZ783pmfMJUMBaRrlf3UayUM4mcaBFPo1UV9WkH-wyUF9evalyLxHlm24/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> He cried over and over and lamented her loss<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh72OpzyW78cphpa_sqUr2Y-Y0qq6a5bB_3Yj30G_nRjhQg2yDRrAxa0ifjHdLKg2VkAF0kpBS7t-2fRIqvkOXq0QYVo00Jq_vImsslw4ccilYJMWS2Vy2H7U4rHMpGQtb7N2FbDxK67o/s1600-h/6.bmp"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692209612196018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh72OpzyW78cphpa_sqUr2Y-Y0qq6a5bB_3Yj30G_nRjhQg2yDRrAxa0ifjHdLKg2VkAF0kpBS7t-2fRIqvkOXq0QYVo00Jq_vImsslw4ccilYJMWS2Vy2H7U4rHMpGQtb7N2FbDxK67o/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"><br />Until he realised that she will never respond to his cries! Hence, he stood by her body saying goodbye in pain.<br /><br /><br />P.S. We always wish to be birds so that we can soar away from whatever causes us pain not knowing that even the birds have painful memories that even flying would never cease ! </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">P.P.S. The pictures were taken by a French photographer and were posted in a French newspaper which was sold out in one day!<br /><br /></span></div>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-30590443667299760772009-07-01T07:29:00.000-07:002009-07-01T09:38:18.961-07:00Dare you not to laugh :P<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwGHJxRhSARF6fm4RMTKaIW0Fw2McIFM9Yx745dkW8FX2tyVmM_DDUyK-OqWiLduCDOISRY9cAgSN3GAcr2Ng' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">It made me crack up :D</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Loved it!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p align="center"></p>His Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469noreply@blogger.com16