<?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-1091290170344287919</id><updated>2012-01-23T06:53:11.051-08:00</updated><category term='sad'/><category term='Christine'/><category term='engineer'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='tired'/><category term='death'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Jarir'/><category term='cops'/><category term='mina'/><category term='preeminent'/><category term='richie'/><category term='warmth'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='pool'/><category term='truth'/><category term='bounderies'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='frenchkisses'/><category term='roads'/><category term='tissue'/><category term='tears'/><category term='searching'/><category term='seperating'/><category term='Bruno'/><category term='anger'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='bed'/><category term='eternity'/><category term='cars'/><category term='corruptopn'/><category term='romance'/><category term='hit'/><category term='breathe'/><category term='drama'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='Ipod'/><category term='depression'/><category term='angry'/><category term='Blair'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='real love'/><category term='sacrifice'/><category term='cuddling'/><category term='Walter'/><category term='fun'/><category term='old lady'/><category term='Zara'/><category term='content'/><category term='love'/><category term='gone bonkers'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='Mo'/><category term='suffocating'/><category term='songs'/><category term='cheeks'/><category term='Serena'/><category term='ponies'/><category term='cal'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Indian guy'/><category term='eternanity'/><category term='betray'/><category term='crimes'/><category term='water'/><category term='dumb'/><category term='melancholy. ear phones'/><category term='fuck off'/><category term='flu'/><category term='Gere'/><category term='fever'/><category term='nose'/><category term='uniquesness'/><category term='faithful'/><category term='idiot'/><category term='drafts'/><category term='Ahmed Helmi'/><category term='conspiracy'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='furious'/><category term='relaxation'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='lie'/><category term='teenagers'/><category term='pinky'/><category term='passion'/><category term='blue eyes'/><category term='Hetler'/><category term='devotion'/><category term='job hunting'/><category term='pyjamas'/><category term='damage'/><category term='debts'/><category term='Clair bear'/><category term='tearful'/><category term='shocking reality'/><title type='text'>His Sweetheart</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog that reveals the real me with no make up or covers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-3878322998806032935</id><published>2010-12-20T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T03:13:27.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TQ80RE2-LmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PCIDRDKp9mQ/s1600/praying-hands1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552714333537840738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TQ80RE2-LmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PCIDRDKp9mQ/s320/praying-hands1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Things have really been deteriorating lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Things are not O.K..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't even be optimistic and say it will be O.K..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just scared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just hiding in my cocoon waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know even what to expect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate going home thinking bad news are awaiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate calling at home chicking how things are going..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm scared.. No one understands that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm scattered in my own world and no one even could tell because I am damn good in smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My niece has been bedridden for 6 days, just got discharged yesterday and she is sick again..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm terrified and you can't imagine how much I'm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am scared I'd lose her like I lost her bother, my dad, my 2 uncles, my 2 grandparents, and my grandmother..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sick of death stealing every dear one away with no permission at all.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm mad at death for being so cruel..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm pissed at death for choosing good people to departure..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm angry at death for leaving the bad people behind wandering and doing whatever evil thing they might think of!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-3878322998806032935?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3878322998806032935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=3878322998806032935&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3878322998806032935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3878322998806032935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/praying.html' title='Praying'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TQ80RE2-LmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/PCIDRDKp9mQ/s72-c/praying-hands1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4058434474695818724</id><published>2010-10-22T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:33:41.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Accident 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TMG1Qfyqr4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/uoN-Pzpz0JE/s1600/sad_man_rnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530901112404225922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TMG1Qfyqr4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/uoN-Pzpz0JE/s320/sad_man_rnd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faisal was there for him all the time though was still devastated with the sudden death of his beloved father.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=439842944890&amp;amp;set=o.498745670504"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4058434474695818724?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4058434474695818724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4058434474695818724&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4058434474695818724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4058434474695818724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/heart-accident-4.html' title='Heart Accident 4'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TMG1Qfyqr4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/uoN-Pzpz0JE/s72-c/sad_man_rnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-168262750767840242</id><published>2010-10-05T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:53:38.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Accident 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;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!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;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"!?&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:) ) .....&lt;br /&gt;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 .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find a contact me form on your blog ...... so here I am .... sorry for the interruption :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can easly ignore this message if feel so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-168262750767840242?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/168262750767840242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=168262750767840242&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/168262750767840242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/168262750767840242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/heart-accident-3.html' title='Heart Accident 3'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6057280820459273495</id><published>2010-09-23T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T02:39:52.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Accident 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came out congratulating them on their new princess. "We tried our best" said the doctor but Sara had to go.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6057280820459273495?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6057280820459273495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6057280820459273495&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6057280820459273495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6057280820459273495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/heart-accident-3.html' title='Heart Accident 2'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7334108008372076901</id><published>2010-09-12T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T04:45:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TIy8ErdgZCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JeQR849jrhQ/s1600/tumblr_l87y11P33O1qd5ab3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515990432193995810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TIy8ErdgZCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JeQR849jrhQ/s320/tumblr_l87y11P33O1qd5ab3o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To Be Continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7334108008372076901?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7334108008372076901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7334108008372076901&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7334108008372076901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7334108008372076901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/heart-accident.html' title='Heart Accident'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TIy8ErdgZCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JeQR849jrhQ/s72-c/tumblr_l87y11P33O1qd5ab3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-775536415618631073</id><published>2010-09-08T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:06:38.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.H.E.W!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TIfKc5RWDwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FfEdm8SGw4Q/s1600/new_job_graphics_01.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514598866497179394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TIfKc5RWDwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FfEdm8SGw4Q/s320/new_job_graphics_01.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;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?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;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!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, it has been a VERY busy week! I'm on vacation now for 5 days :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;P.S. Although, I hate Eid but I donno why I am liking it this year LOL! Happy Eid dear fellows :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-775536415618631073?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/775536415618631073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=775536415618631073&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/775536415618631073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/775536415618631073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/phew.html' title='P.H.E.W!!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TIfKc5RWDwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FfEdm8SGw4Q/s72-c/new_job_graphics_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-2873536110085877099</id><published>2010-08-20T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:52:37.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back :D XD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7qu7GBFjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/F1o0Rdoifzs/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507597486178506290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7qu7GBFjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/F1o0Rdoifzs/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;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 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;29th December was the last time I updated my &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; blog! I mean it when I say it's "dear" and I totally mean when I say I miss it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Things have been extremely hard! Fortunately, they are getting better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My eldest brother got married last July. He is extremely happy with the girl I chose for him hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We had a new member added to my family, a nephew to be exact who will be 1 year old in a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am in a vacation now, and yes I do cook everyday lol! Not the chef but a senior assistant lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P.S. Happy belated Ramdan, Christmas, New Year, birthday to everyone whom I missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P.S.S. Coming in 8 days, my birthday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-2873536110085877099?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2873536110085877099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=2873536110085877099&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2873536110085877099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2873536110085877099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-whos-back-d-xd.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back :D XD!!!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7qu7GBFjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/F1o0Rdoifzs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4822315564222648970</id><published>2009-12-29T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T06:44:31.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I undo it PLEASE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;They were sexually harrassed but they don't know by who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I can't write anymore...I am sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4822315564222648970?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4822315564222648970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4822315564222648970&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4822315564222648970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4822315564222648970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-i-undo-it-please.html' title='Can I undo it PLEASE!!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-2696701238941523205</id><published>2009-11-09T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:26:18.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SvgXtfYcxII/AAAAAAAAAUU/kkpYI2Hv0Ng/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402093823316509826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SvgXtfYcxII/AAAAAAAAAUU/kkpYI2Hv0Ng/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am being called "mama" sometimes which tingles me and sometimes makes me drop a tear or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I am still jobs hunting too and hopefully I will get a great job soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.P.S. That's me in the picture above as my girls see me lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-2696701238941523205?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2696701238941523205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=2696701238941523205&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2696701238941523205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2696701238941523205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-ranting.html' title='Just Ranting'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SvgXtfYcxII/AAAAAAAAAUU/kkpYI2Hv0Ng/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-934606123043382514</id><published>2009-09-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:36:10.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind is lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SroPcBBLOhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZvFfW7ijvfY/s1600-h/IMG00095-20090827-1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633278458968594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SroPcBBLOhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZvFfW7ijvfY/s320/IMG00095-20090827-1949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No one seems to understand or believe because they haven't been through it before! They haven't lived the pain I lived!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please God, I can't bear any more death in the family! Please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-934606123043382514?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/934606123043382514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=934606123043382514&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/934606123043382514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/934606123043382514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mind-is-lost.html' title='My mind is lost...'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SroPcBBLOhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZvFfW7ijvfY/s72-c/IMG00095-20090827-1949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1563709457509953980</id><published>2009-09-06T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:44:05.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Fourth year daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SqPv2gzppyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SARhik7AQrY/s1600-h/i_miss_you_____by_mack7987.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378406099809052450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SqPv2gzppyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SARhik7AQrY/s320/i_miss_you_____by_mack7987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have been trying hard to go on with my life. I thought I did but I guess I was just lying on myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your room is still closed! No one dares to open it because we all know, sorrow and tears will be back again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would kill myself if I ever forgotten you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1563709457509953980?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1563709457509953980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1563709457509953980&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1563709457509953980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1563709457509953980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-fourth-year-daddy.html' title='It&apos;s the Fourth year daddy'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SqPv2gzppyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SARhik7AQrY/s72-c/i_miss_you_____by_mack7987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-5729616025441548710</id><published>2009-09-01T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:09:20.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376623336040356082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sp2acAPC2PI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Z4Reyv_efA8/s320/7(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am saying this again and again and again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am sorry my dear blog and I am sorry my dearest readers for being such a bad-ass-blogger lol !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I swear I can hardly find some me time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So, yes we have been maid-less for 5 months now with never ending home chores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;On a third note, I got many birthday gifts :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A blackberry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A fancy bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A sexy shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;3 perfumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A funky T-Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A wonderful set of candles craved with my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A sweet necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And I know that more are yet to come :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-5729616025441548710?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5729616025441548710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=5729616025441548710&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5729616025441548710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5729616025441548710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sp2acAPC2PI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Z4Reyv_efA8/s72-c/7(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-604276324318718844</id><published>2009-08-27T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:01:31.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happpppppppppppy birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaay to meeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SpbjbWW4xCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dgegiX-IkuQ/s1600-h/Happy_Birthday_by_julieannejones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374733264310813730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SpbjbWW4xCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dgegiX-IkuQ/s320/Happy_Birthday_by_julieannejones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;  exactly an hour, I am turning 27 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y blog completes its 1st anniversary this month starting from the old one at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hissweetheart.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;www.hissweetheart.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; and ending with this one. I will be uploading my old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;blog's posts into this one when my friend  who promised me to do it comes back from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ish me lots of love and luck please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-604276324318718844?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/604276324318718844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=604276324318718844&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/604276324318718844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/604276324318718844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/happpppppppppppy-birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaay.html' title='Happpppppppppppy birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaay to meeeee'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SpbjbWW4xCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dgegiX-IkuQ/s72-c/Happy_Birthday_by_julieannejones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1146350972939187861</id><published>2009-08-25T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:45:36.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Trucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SpQ43uTmYKI/AAAAAAAAATs/TrffQHVBCB8/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982785334042786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SpQ43uTmYKI/AAAAAAAAATs/TrffQHVBCB8/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I received this story from a sweet friend of mine and thought of sharing it with you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;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!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have a blessed, garbage-free day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1146350972939187861?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1146350972939187861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1146350972939187861&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1146350972939187861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1146350972939187861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-received-this-story-from-sweet-friend.html' title='Garbage Trucks!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SpQ43uTmYKI/AAAAAAAAATs/TrffQHVBCB8/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1853631431033704158</id><published>2009-08-21T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:58:28.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing you a joyous and blessed Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/So8Xci7G1mI/AAAAAAAAATk/pHPoQMmAfus/s1600-h/medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372538659654784610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/So8Xci7G1mI/AAAAAAAAATk/pHPoQMmAfus/s320/medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;May the light that we celebrate at Ramadan show us the way and lead us together on the path of peace and social harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wish you a very happy Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1853631431033704158?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1853631431033704158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1853631431033704158&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1853631431033704158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1853631431033704158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/wishing-you-joyous-and-blessed-ramadan.html' title='Wishing you a joyous and blessed Ramadan'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/So8Xci7G1mI/AAAAAAAAATk/pHPoQMmAfus/s72-c/medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-9088406161716743607</id><published>2009-08-12T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:17:56.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to the bride! Congrats to the groom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SoNJOlo6J5I/AAAAAAAAATc/l8XtazWkt14/s1600-h/6489_115722314890_634059890_2328672_4687362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369215695726454674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SoNJOlo6J5I/AAAAAAAAATc/l8XtazWkt14/s320/6489_115722314890_634059890_2328672_4687362_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;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 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;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 :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-9088406161716743607?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9088406161716743607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=9088406161716743607&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/9088406161716743607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/9088406161716743607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/congrats-to-bride-congrats-to-groom.html' title='Congrats to the bride! Congrats to the groom!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SoNJOlo6J5I/AAAAAAAAATc/l8XtazWkt14/s72-c/6489_115722314890_634059890_2328672_4687362_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4856942485287817113</id><published>2009-08-08T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:03:16.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Lisa Made of 3,604 cups of coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SnS6NORlq3I/AAAAAAAAATU/BSnM5Quqsck/s1600-h/Mona-Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365117792438037362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SnS6NORlq3I/AAAAAAAAATU/BSnM5Quqsck/s320/Mona-Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Terrific!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4856942485287817113?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4856942485287817113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4856942485287817113&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4856942485287817113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4856942485287817113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/mona-lisa-made-of-3604-cups-of-coffee.html' title='Mona Lisa Made of 3,604 cups of coffee'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SnS6NORlq3I/AAAAAAAAATU/BSnM5Quqsck/s72-c/Mona-Lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6515786329209343222</id><published>2009-08-02T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:52:36.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning the Arabic language</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SnIfsFrOSvI/AAAAAAAAATM/IZmWBnvoW08/s1600-h/michael_dph_02w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364384948449856242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SnIfsFrOSvI/AAAAAAAAATM/IZmWBnvoW08/s320/michael_dph_02w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6515786329209343222?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6515786329209343222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6515786329209343222&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6515786329209343222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6515786329209343222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-arabic-language.html' title='Learning the Arabic language'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SnIfsFrOSvI/AAAAAAAAATM/IZmWBnvoW08/s72-c/michael_dph_02w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4119193383128102714</id><published>2009-07-23T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:44:12.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't copy if you can't paste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SmhoJL42qqI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZE0WFA0_hN4/s1600-h/CopyCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361649863403940514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SmhoJL42qqI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZE0WFA0_hN4/s320/CopyCat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A popular motivational speaker was entertaining his audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He Said : "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn't my wife!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The audience was in silence and shock. The speaker added: "And that woman was my mother!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Laughter and applause were heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;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!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;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!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;By the time the manager regained his consciousness, he was on a hospital bed nursing burns from boiling water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't copy if you can't paste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4119193383128102714?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4119193383128102714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4119193383128102714&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4119193383128102714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4119193383128102714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-copy-if-you-cant-paste.html' title='Don&apos;t copy if you can&apos;t paste!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SmhoJL42qqI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZE0WFA0_hN4/s72-c/CopyCat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1248896246173828585</id><published>2009-07-16T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:54:30.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To you and only to you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl-NHru9FHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ho84Yq6OMD8/s1600-h/Marcus74id-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157244732445810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl-NHru9FHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ho84Yq6OMD8/s320/Marcus74id-0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You can't imagine how much I miss you. It's more than anybody missed anyone before on the earth of humanity!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I can't believe that it's the fourth year already! It's always like yesterday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I remember the baths I used to give you since you always said you can't reach your back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I knew you could and that you just wanted to be spoiled and I gladly did it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I remember the birth mark right at the end of your back neck and how I used to comment on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So many memorable days dad. So many sweet chats full of love and tenderness that I would never forget even in my grave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I will always miss you my sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yours forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1248896246173828585?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1248896246173828585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1248896246173828585&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1248896246173828585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1248896246173828585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-always-remember-you.html' title='To you and only to you!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl-NHru9FHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ho84Yq6OMD8/s72-c/Marcus74id-0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-9050249604892811225</id><published>2009-07-15T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:22:05.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.T.O.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23mgRA9wI/AAAAAAAAASg/e_VJ_sW7EsY/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358641003764971266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23mgRA9wI/AAAAAAAAASg/e_VJ_sW7EsY/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23mBRPnaI/AAAAAAAAASY/NlVTPMPeIpo/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640995444432290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23mBRPnaI/AAAAAAAAASY/NlVTPMPeIpo/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23mJ4J5FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oQj50UbDr6Y/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640997755118674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23mJ4J5FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oQj50UbDr6Y/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23TZfk0FI/AAAAAAAAASI/lxDEYRTbbQE/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640675529478226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23TZfk0FI/AAAAAAAAASI/lxDEYRTbbQE/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23TNe26nI/AAAAAAAAASA/wrpUuW3s4Mo/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640672305244786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23TNe26nI/AAAAAAAAASA/wrpUuW3s4Mo/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23Sx95OgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KNNnYPKxnrQ/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640664919226882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23Sx95OgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KNNnYPKxnrQ/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23SShKbPI/AAAAAAAAARw/01PSN7t6zFE/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640656477220082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23SShKbPI/AAAAAAAAARw/01PSN7t6zFE/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23SFIaNPI/AAAAAAAAARo/layZrxuYlew/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640652883735794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23SFIaNPI/AAAAAAAAARo/layZrxuYlew/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To whoever he/she who smokes out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you looked thorougly at these pictures?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of those you love! How would they react when they hear the news of your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D.E.A.T.H&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would their lives stay the same! Would it be a big &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S.T.O.P&lt;/span&gt; point in their lives! The lives that you destroyed by your own &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H.A.N.D.S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, don't tell me you were unconscious! You were fully &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A.W.A.R.E&lt;/span&gt; of what you were doing! Don't tell me it helped you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R.E.L.A.X&lt;/span&gt; because I will answer saying &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C.A.R.E&lt;/span&gt; about your life, hell with you! Just be considerate and think of those who &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt; you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-9050249604892811225?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9050249604892811225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=9050249604892811225&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/9050249604892811225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/9050249604892811225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop.html' title='S.T.O.P'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sl23mgRA9wI/AAAAAAAAASg/e_VJ_sW7EsY/s72-c/8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-8444302134034843545</id><published>2009-07-11T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:08:05.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make my dream come true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SliccuM4wvI/AAAAAAAAARg/EBeV4mVdUfk/s1600-h/20080820407-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357203774009557746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SliccuM4wvI/AAAAAAAAARg/EBeV4mVdUfk/s320/20080820407-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk, sit, eat, and drink with my family and friends but they all know that my mind is just not present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the interview timing is announced soon so that I can relax a bit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Getting this job would make me the happiest girl on earth!! I need luck and I need never ending prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-8444302134034843545?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8444302134034843545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=8444302134034843545&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/8444302134034843545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/8444302134034843545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-my-dream-come-true.html' title='Make my dream come true!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SliccuM4wvI/AAAAAAAAARg/EBeV4mVdUfk/s72-c/20080820407-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-3275871397377619695</id><published>2009-07-07T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:33:48.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next Saudi Arabia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SlONrqbc9wI/AAAAAAAAARY/NG0jEp2yW5o/s1600-h/county%2520fair%2520page.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355780163136976642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SlONrqbc9wI/AAAAAAAAARY/NG0jEp2yW5o/s320/county%2520fair%2520page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;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!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What's next Saudi Arabia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-3275871397377619695?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3275871397377619695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=3275871397377619695&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3275871397377619695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3275871397377619695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-next-saudi-arabia.html' title='What&apos;s next Saudi Arabia!!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SlONrqbc9wI/AAAAAAAAARY/NG0jEp2yW5o/s72-c/county%2520fair%2520page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-2698358358345340332</id><published>2009-07-04T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:08:41.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a bird..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-639JocVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7IWUYFjB6Vc/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354703952437342546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-639JocVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7IWUYFjB6Vc/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wNTD8qMI/AAAAAAAAARI/bJ7me5iugkI/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692224468428994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wNTD8qMI/AAAAAAAAARI/bJ7me5iugkI/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; He brought her food and came down again to her fluttering his wings with love and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wNIOp_dI/AAAAAAAAARA/HPWGsYRL3nU/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692221560552914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wNIOp_dI/AAAAAAAAARA/HPWGsYRL3nU/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; That's when he noticed that she has deceased! He was in shock! He tried his best to wake her up but no avail ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wNNU1qwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/58vVNPmtcvE/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692222928661250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wNNU1qwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/58vVNPmtcvE/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wMqOm8EI/AAAAAAAAAQw/P88mpECLJG8/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692213507289154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wMqOm8EI/AAAAAAAAAQw/P88mpECLJG8/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; He cried over and over and lamented her loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wMbt8iLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2CugN9udBDk/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354692209612196018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sk-wMbt8iLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2CugN9udBDk/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he realised that she will never respond to his cries! Hence, he stood by her body saying goodbye in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-2698358358345340332?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2698358358345340332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=2698358358345340332&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2698358358345340332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2698358358345340332'/><link 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href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/dare-you-not-to-laugh-p.html' title='Dare you not to laugh :P'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1326375902080145439</id><published>2009-06-28T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:10:51.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SkdRkemJ62I/AAAAAAAAAPw/78Rv7VzRC8Q/s1600-h/Stupidity%2520Doing%2520Same%2520Thing%2520Over%2520Button%2520(0681).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352336369283361634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SkdRkemJ62I/AAAAAAAAAPw/78Rv7VzRC8Q/s320/Stupidity%2520Doing%2520Same%2520Thing%2520Over%2520Button%2520(0681).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am so happy I am still working out though it's not daily as before. But at least, I am a survivor doing it in such killing hot weather :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The list of the people whom I see everyday is decreasing but there is this new weirdo that I have been seeing the last 4 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1st of all he is stupid. 2ndly he is stupid. 3rdly he is stupid!! I don't know from where to start even because whenever I want to describe him I see the word stupid written in bold in front of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Literally, this guy appears to be in love with me. Everyday he wears a different training suit to show off in front of me. He doesn't leave his car until he sees me going in the park which used to freak me out but not anymore. He showers in 3-4 different perfumes just to seduce me with his killing smell whenever he passes by me. I spend an hour and a half walking and still I could smell him from miles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;He keeps on giving me these "I love you looks" with a big smile on his face! He sits on the bench when I go to buy water just to observe me closely. Once he was on the phone which I know was a lie and when I passed he started saying his cell phone number thinking that I will go bonkers and take it down!! I put my music on the highest volume then and ignored him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's only this guy, there are others but this one doesn't give up at all!! To put an end for his stupidity, I started to take my 6 years old neice with me. She loves me the most and moreover enjoys my company. She is very serious about the working out that she prefers it over the swings over there. Bringing her with me made the guys think that I am married lol. So, that was chilling things down. But this guy never gives up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;One day I was on the phone with one of my best friends and that's when I noticed that he was behind me listening to my phone call all the time. By the way, the phone call lasted 30 minutes and it was about her bf and I was playing the role of Dr.Love as she always calls me. How did I know that you're wondering?! Well, one of the guys passed by me and started addressing the stupid guy saying "Are you O.K?, you have been walking slowly for two rounds now". That was a hint to me so I turned around and gave him the angry cat look! I really wanted to scratch his face with my nails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I stopped walking for a week because of the visitors who come home for my sister and her baby girl. Yesterday I went there and guess what!! He entered the park just when he saw me!!! He gave me one of his widest smiles which really made me disgusted. I put my earphones on and started walking. After 3 rounds, he was on the bench waiting for my majesty to come. I was walking and giving my neice a science class about light and shadow and she was all excited. That's when the idiot pointed at me saying "Why do you bring her everyday?!, she gets tired and she is too young."! I looked at my neice who was smiling and continued walking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I know that was one of his ways trying to hit on me or something which merely added to his stupidity!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ididot, it has been a month!! Didn't you get the idea that I am not interested in you!! Didn't you understand that I would never fall for a stupid guy like you! I hate your guts! I hate your smell! And I hate your stupid sunglasses!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;P.S. Please die! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1326375902080145439?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1326375902080145439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1326375902080145439&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1326375902080145439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1326375902080145439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SkdRkemJ62I/AAAAAAAAAPw/78Rv7VzRC8Q/s72-c/Stupidity%2520Doing%2520Same%2520Thing%2520Over%2520Button%2520(0681).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-3245905512199801569</id><published>2009-06-25T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:39:52.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly unbelievable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SkNKCgzM7fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OyDyAYdZZ_Y/s1600-h/smiley_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351202189271166450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SkNKCgzM7fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OyDyAYdZZ_Y/s320/smiley_baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nothing is sweeter than knowing that there is a person, an unexpected person who pops in without any notice in your life and makes you smile all day long!! This person comes in a time when you feel utter depression or stess. With the magic stick she/he is holding everything changes around you, everything becomes colorful and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What's surprising is that you know this person for a day or two only but it's like you have known him/her for ages. You feel yourself when you talk to, laugh at and cut jokes with! No barriers whatsoever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever had this feeling before ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S. Thank you for being there. You might not know how cheerful you made me but I am glad I got to know you. And No, it's never the last stop :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-3245905512199801569?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3245905512199801569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=3245905512199801569&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3245905512199801569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3245905512199801569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/utterly-unbelievable.html' title='Utterly unbelievable!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SkNKCgzM7fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OyDyAYdZZ_Y/s72-c/smiley_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-3604176907515432899</id><published>2009-06-23T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:48:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sib7qXqaWvI/AAAAAAAAANo/P8Irp-hUpig/s1600-h/choclate+and+marshmallows+pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234713246653170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sib7qXqaWvI/AAAAAAAAANo/P8Irp-hUpig/s320/choclate+and+marshmallows+pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; I am choclate freak I admit but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; this thing was a big put down for me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Choclate+marshmallows+cheese+oven= pizza= EWENESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am Italian food lover, why did you do this to me :(? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-3604176907515432899?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3604176907515432899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=3604176907515432899&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3604176907515432899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3604176907515432899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/lunatic.html' title='Lunatic!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sib7qXqaWvI/AAAAAAAAANo/P8Irp-hUpig/s72-c/choclate+and+marshmallows+pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4312973331675252611</id><published>2009-06-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:32:42.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A BABY GIRL YAAAAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SjumwJsTuJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2i833j7GrGQ/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052328598288530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SjumwJsTuJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2i833j7GrGQ/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sjumv9aBq3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/dvtqEhxr-cU/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349052325300382578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sjumv9aBq3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/dvtqEhxr-cU/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just born today so yeah, she is one day old only lol. We named her Joory. And YEAH she is the most gorgeous Joory ever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SjumwJsTuJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2i833j7GrGQ/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1091290170344287919-4312973331675252611?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4312973331675252611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4312973331675252611&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4312973331675252611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4312973331675252611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-baby-girl-yaaaay.html' title='IT&apos;S A BABY GIRL YAAAAY!!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SjumwJsTuJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2i833j7GrGQ/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6959612821813476469</id><published>2009-06-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:40:19.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluck you lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SjaPDNHOCeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ECBV7GjSH1s/s1600-h/pluck+you.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347618892771363298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SjaPDNHOCeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ECBV7GjSH1s/s320/pluck+you.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The History of the Middle Finger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, now......here' s something I never knew before, and now that I know it, I feel compelled to tell you all about it since it's something totally new for me, never thought it would be this way! Isn't history more fun when you know something about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This famous English longbow was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as 'plucking the yew' (or 'pluck yew'). Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, See, we can still pluck yew! Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute! It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as 'giving the bird.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;IT IS STILL AN APPROPRIATE SALUTE TO THE FRENCH TODAY! And yew thought yew knew every plucking thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;P.S. Pluck you made me crack up in a time I was really depressed in :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6959612821813476469?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6959612821813476469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6959612821813476469&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6959612821813476469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6959612821813476469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/pluck-you-lol.html' title='Pluck you lol'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SjaPDNHOCeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ECBV7GjSH1s/s72-c/pluck+you.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4258963508833878563</id><published>2009-06-14T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:27:33.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AscPOozwYA8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AscPOozwYA8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This song always puts me into tears! Click on the link above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;P.S. I know my question might be silly but anybody knows the way can I show videos other than posting the link?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4258963508833878563?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4258963508833878563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4258963508833878563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4258963508833878563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4258963508833878563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/tears-in-heaven.html' title='Tears in Heaven'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6843611931308962485</id><published>2009-06-08T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:44:15.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I salute you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Siw9sK2hheI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6Oki5AjCgC8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344714686818518498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Siw9sK2hheI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6Oki5AjCgC8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;One of the becoming popular scenes in The Eastern Province-Saudi Arabia, specifically in the Green Belt Neighborhood is the scene of ladies driving bicycles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What encouraged those ladies is the fact that bicycles are safe and cheap means of transportation which never opposes to the laws and regulations of Saudi Arabia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Those ladies use it to go from one place to another inside the neighborhood itself which includes sometimes going to their work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;One of the bikes drivers stated that she started to save between 300-800 SR and that she no longer stays late for hours waiting for her husband to pick her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"I have never seen a Saudi girl using bicycles but I am sure they will soon especially inside neighborhoods and while going to school" another lady stated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All what I can say is "I salute you ladies"!! I have always wanted to learn riding bikes but it seems I will finally do it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6843611931308962485?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6843611931308962485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6843611931308962485&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6843611931308962485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6843611931308962485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-salute-you.html' title='I salute you!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Siw9sK2hheI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6Oki5AjCgC8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-529978384165152145</id><published>2009-06-02T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:37:47.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SiV6oACfq0I/AAAAAAAAANg/QcaScqa0ick/s1600-h/why.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342811360568781634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SiV6oACfq0I/AAAAAAAAANg/QcaScqa0ick/s320/why.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why do we watch elderly people standing and don't offer them a seat!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why do drivers throw their dirt through their windows directly in the street instead of the trash cans?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why do guys smoke in closed places?! Why do they smoke from the start!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why is it a must to hear tiny kids saying the dirtiest words ever!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why being called a "Dog" is a bad adjective?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why is Nokia Tune the ringing tone used by 90% of the people!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why do Saudis enjoy looking at boobs so much?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why do people wage shops in sale like they haven't gotten any clothes before?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why is it O.K for some mothers to change diapers for their child while everybody is watching?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why is it that so many gifted people are hard to recognize or adobt in this country and they are only appreciated when they travel abroad and show their talents?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why is it that a huge percentage of people who work for the government do nothing and earn everything!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why is it that early elementary schools in Saudi Arabia are full of elderly teachers who can barely walk, talk and are always absent!? Why not replace with the young ladies staying at home lamenting their bad luck!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why do people enjoy wearing sunglasses at night or inside the malls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Why do we suffer because of the economical crisis?! Why not solve it instead of making us live in agony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Many many many whys in head! No answers I guess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it me or them or it!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-529978384165152145?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/529978384165152145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=529978384165152145&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/529978384165152145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/529978384165152145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='Why!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SiV6oACfq0I/AAAAAAAAANg/QcaScqa0ick/s72-c/why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-3677907030347233968</id><published>2009-05-29T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:11:57.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Oreanato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SiAqrOwx5XI/AAAAAAAAANY/qoxdHQ8KLs0/s1600-h/TheOrphanageMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341316080246842738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SiAqrOwx5XI/AAAAAAAAANY/qoxdHQ8KLs0/s320/TheOrphanageMoviePoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SiAqcE8bObI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-_-WK5JQRvo/s1600-h/25052009257.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I have been downloading movies like a freak recently! Afew were so so, most were rabbish but this one mesmerized me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You know that I don't like anyone to spoil a movie's story to me and neither I like doing that to people lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, looking for horror and suspense, this is your movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh, did I mention that it's a Spanish movie? I did now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Watch it my dear bloggers. Eshd3wa, you're still behind I know but you gotta shake it a bit lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-3677907030347233968?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3677907030347233968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=3677907030347233968&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3677907030347233968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3677907030347233968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-oreanato.html' title='El Oreanato'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SiAqrOwx5XI/AAAAAAAAANY/qoxdHQ8KLs0/s72-c/TheOrphanageMoviePoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-5637842974657944354</id><published>2009-05-26T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:33:21.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Till when Saudi Arabia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ShvGv3jvOXI/AAAAAAAAANI/gf66MFp31Zg/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340080308847851890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ShvGv3jvOXI/AAAAAAAAANI/gf66MFp31Zg/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was heading to Chillies yesterday to meet my best friend when I saw the huge clouds of smoke climbing the sky. I kept on following it until I saw the flames of fire and could locate the place as a chemical store near by. It was horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Since it was near the rail-way station, we had to stop once in a while. During one of our stops I saw the fire fighters trucks heading to the other way. I was like WHAT!! Can't they see that the fire is in the left when they're going to the right!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My driver was like "This fire started since the early afternoon, the aid just came and when they reached the fire, they discovered that their trunks were out of water so they went to the ocean in the other side to fill them with water"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How on earth could fire fighters come all the way to the fire location when there is no water in their trunks!! Is that what they call safety?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;P.S. I knew that they will write about it in the news paper today saying that no damages happened. All is OK and the fire was extiniguished in no time! I saw it in the newspaper but didn't have the heart to read rabbish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For God's sake Saudi Arabia! Wake up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-5637842974657944354?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5637842974657944354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=5637842974657944354&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5637842974657944354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5637842974657944354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/till-when-saudi-arabia.html' title='Till when Saudi Arabia!!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ShvGv3jvOXI/AAAAAAAAANI/gf66MFp31Zg/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-8974193142730523856</id><published>2009-05-21T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:13:15.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.A.G.G.E.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://diarysequel.blogspot.com/2009/05/tag-eights-meme.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TAG: Eights Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asoom from &lt;em&gt;The Diary Squel&lt;/em&gt; has tagged me. So, here I am doing whatever this tag asks me to do :D. Assom, emwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I'm looking foward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my dream job! hope the waiting won't be any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my friends in Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming an aunt for the 9th time "mashalla".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending an entire day with T my sweetest sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending A's engagement :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursue my higher education if I got the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my eyebrows thicker this time :D. They are already thick but I wanna more lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Reaching the perfect weight soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Wish I Could Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open a new female department for the girls at KFUPM. If only I studied there, I would have changed Saudi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsor an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a visa card with a never ending account :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, driving! Not that I would kill to driver but I am sure I will be way better than those hasty drivers out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Read minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak 5 languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel a lone or with a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead the life I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choclate Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pina Colada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set Coms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chciken BBQ Fillet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8 Things I Did Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Went to Applebee's to celebrate my neice's graduation from KG who slept when the dinner was served. So, there was no party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Had an argument with my best friend and hated myself for it SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Did some cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh, dried my hair! Has been ages since I did it since my hair is soft lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Went to the park with my nephew who got tired in the 2nd round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Watched a movie which turned to be gay movie :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Watched British Got Talent and LOVED Aiden the dancer and that little girl who sang for Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Took some photos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8 Shows I Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Privileged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Samantha Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lie To me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shameless&gt;&gt; started but stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7 will be Fringe since it's waiting in my hard desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8 will be Entourage since it's waiting too lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8 bloggers I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone Bonkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee Zee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Penelope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Euphoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-8974193142730523856?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8974193142730523856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=8974193142730523856&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/8974193142730523856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/8974193142730523856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged.html' title='T.A.G.G.E.D'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-8678978244319555197</id><published>2009-05-15T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:59:47.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is sexually abused! p3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SgyvG9LiByI/AAAAAAAAANA/DwvGt1VVRU0/s1600-h/askjw_abuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335832192564201250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SgyvG9LiByI/AAAAAAAAANA/DwvGt1VVRU0/s320/askjw_abuse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Though it was hard for her to remember but she wanted to remember it! She was becoming a bride and the stories of girls not being virgins and the revenge of their grooms, the utter sadness and shame of their families, and the scandlous life she was going to lead scared her the most!! She did nothing wrong! She was just a victim and moreover a baby!! What was devastating was that she didn't remember if anything more the touching was happening! It was like her memory got frozen for certain reasons! The story of girls being killed in their wedding days because of their virginity being lost! What if people thought that she lost it on her own will because she was flirty?! What if that caused a big scandal to her family!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A year later, she got sick and had to visit the doctor frequently. She was havin problems with her PMS. She had to do to this check up to make sure everything is alright but she was hesitant to be exposed. That was when the doctor told her "don't worry, I am not gonna touch your virginity layer, I can see it clearly so no worries"!! She cried and cried and cried! She later understood that it wasn't a dream! It was merely beautiful reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She heard the news and was in utter shock! He got engaged and he was getting married!! She saw the girl and felt a strange sense pity mixed with disgust for her! He was an animal!! How can he be a father for God's sake when he himself betrays childhood and an innocent soul!! She had more than once thought of calling her and telling her all the story! She just couldn't! "That would make a scandal" she thought. It would ruin the relationship between her father and uncle which she would never agree on! If the son is an animal in the shape of a human being, the uncle has nothing to do with it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The wedding date was soon! She felt disgusted everytime someone mentioned his name or talked about his marriage preparations! The invitaions came and her sisters were excited to attend thier eldest cousin's fancy wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She didn't wanna go. Her sisters pushed and pushed but she was still against it. Her dad asked her to go and she obeyed hesitantly. She couldn't deny an order from him at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She went and saw the bride all dressed up with a fancy dress full of crystals and feathers. She was just staring, not hearing, not seeing anything! All what was in her mind was he naked before her asking her to touch his penis...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"The groom is coming to the hall", they announced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She couldn't move her legs! She was stoned! Seeing him would be the 1st time in how many years?! 12 or 13 years! She wished the earth could swallow her and not to see him holding hands with his bride who had been blinded by him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She saw his ugly face! He was handsome as everybody said but to her he was a monster and a very distorted image of the devil in a human form!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She did nothing! She just raised her hands and prayed! She prayed to God from the bottom of her broken heart! She asked God never to give him kids ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It has been 7 years since he got married now and till now he doesn't have a single child. Though the doctors say that everything is OK!! She thanked God everytime she heard his family praying for him to have kids! No, No, No, she is not cruel or cold blooded! Her wound would never be healed! Not having kids is a bless from God! She is sure that he knows the reason behind it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;P.S. That wasn't any thing but reality. Actually it is my real story and the childhood I lived I guess. Surprisingly enough, A and I became close friends not knowing that both of our childhoods were betrayed by our so called relatives. A's victimizer whom you can call her brother "sorry I don't call that a brother" has been married for 6 years now and is also with no kids. "A" asked from the God the same thing I asked for!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It's a history for both of us now but it still aches. I was hesitant to mention the fact that it's my story but so what!! I have been a victim!! I have never talked about this to any of my family members, even my best friends knew it about it only a few years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-8678978244319555197?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8678978244319555197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=8678978244319555197&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/8678978244319555197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/8678978244319555197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-sexually-abused-p3.html' title='Is sexually abused! p3'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SgyvG9LiByI/AAAAAAAAANA/DwvGt1VVRU0/s72-c/askjw_abuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1075647846999153150</id><published>2009-05-12T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:40:09.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sgb_zCnq4FI/AAAAAAAAAM4/W74jTMIjGgE/s1600-h/55104593.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232061008601170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sgb_zCnq4FI/AAAAAAAAAM4/W74jTMIjGgE/s320/55104593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To kill time and most importantly to lose some weight, I have started to walk for an hour everyday at a park near my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The 1st day was killing because my foot got wounded because I was wearing a half shoe lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The 2nd day was tiring because I wore my sister's shoe which is 1 size smaller than mine so you can imagine my swollen tiny toes lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The 3rd was good because I finally bought a good shoe, Nike of course and it's awesome :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the 4th day, I started to get bored while walking. When I reached home I was like "Why don't you take your Ipod stupid" lol. I literally forgot it because it has been ditched :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The 5th day was yesterday which was marvelous :D. Well, walking with Craig David singing in your ear is the best!! Tell me why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1st of all I don't get to hear those stupid guys commenting or staring at my boobs and murmuring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2ndly, time passes quickly with music shuffling you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I pass by different types of guys especially the weird type. There are those guys I wait to see everyday so that I can laugh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One is the guy walking with his thobe and shmag! He makes me laugh because he wants to excercise but at the same time maintain being elegant lol&gt;&gt;&gt;typical Saudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another is the old guy who keeps in showing off when I pass by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another one is the guy who keeps on avoiding looking at my face as if I am that great deal of seduction lol! I wish I can take a picture of his face and show you that expression lool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another is the guy who also wears thobe and shmag but has this marching walk I have never seen in my life! He marches in a way that makes me feel he is running to hug me especially with that big smile on his face hehe! I swear I can see him now lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The last guy is this VERY handsome fellow with mesmerizing eyes! Awww. Just seeing him run with his hair dancing with the air is enough for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We always meet at the beginning and ending line of every route. His outfit is stripes of black and blue. I know it resembles a team but I am not into soccer so I don't know what is it lol. So, he tries his best not to look at me but his eyes fail him when I come closer lol. I love that feeling. The only thing I hate about him is that he doesn't have a beard nor a mustache! I wish he can have saksoka because it would look great on him :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh forgot to mention the weird group of girls who excercise with their jeans :SSSS. Not any jeans but very long ones that cleans the way for everybody else lol! I wonder if they know that such pants are not to be worn while working out!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. I haven't been active in writing nor commenting! I really donno why! Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1075647846999153150?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1075647846999153150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1075647846999153150&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1075647846999153150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1075647846999153150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-out.html' title='Working Out'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sgb_zCnq4FI/AAAAAAAAAM4/W74jTMIjGgE/s72-c/55104593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7022897583216292796</id><published>2009-05-07T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:47:48.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat-Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SgNksO1D22I/AAAAAAAAAMw/lZG1z0SKKRQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333217094794468194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SgNksO1D22I/AAAAAAAAAMw/lZG1z0SKKRQ/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; What do you think of it?! I really loved the style but couldn't find it! Anybody knows where can I find these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7022897583216292796?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7022897583216292796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7022897583216292796&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7022897583216292796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7022897583216292796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/cat-eyes.html' title='Cat-Eyes'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SgNksO1D22I/AAAAAAAAAMw/lZG1z0SKKRQ/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-151727543104892264</id><published>2009-05-02T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:34:45.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is sexually abused! p2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SfwaYrJGTrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2P_nZiFBnRY/s1600-h/abused-sad-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331165070099893938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SfwaYrJGTrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2P_nZiFBnRY/s320/abused-sad-child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SfwaCMyJArI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kGC_wLQb98I/s1600-h/abused-sad-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She was only 7. She had just started going to school and those days were the happiest ever! She was a child full of enthusiasm, innocence, and optmimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very smart at school. She scored the highest scores though she used to teach herself by herself, no help from anybody at all. She was passionate about learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she was 7 but playing with kids wasn't her thing. She loved to mingle with adults because she felt that her mind is way bigger than hers. Her parents treated her like an adult too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved her uncle a lot since he was the closest to her dad. She loved his kids too. S was at her age and K was a few years younger. His eldest son used to visit her house frequently. She loved him because he used to carry her a gift in every visit. He used to take her to the back of the house and push her while swinging. She loved finding herself in the sky breathing the sweet air and laughing as hard as she could. She trusted him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she had no kids at home with her, he became her friend. He was in 9th grade maybe. He played with her so many games. The game she will never ever forget is "Doctor and a Patient". He asked her to pretend that she is a doctor and he is a patient and asked her to make him a check up. She loved the concept and quickly agreed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took his clothes off one by one. She was perplexed for she has never seen such a thing. He calmed her down telling her that she will check his lower part because it hurts and so she approved. He then asked her to take off so he can explain to her the difference between the body of a girl and a boy. She was afraid but he told her that since she is a doctor she has to know the difference in the human body. She got excited because she loves learning and so obeyed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to get irritated from him after he started to touch her. She didn't know whether it was a good or a bad thing but something inside her made her fear him. She didn't know who to tell! She was afraid to get yelled at so she stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept on coming home with more toys. Hearing his voice gave her a shiver down her spine! She kept on hiding in the bathroom until he leaves. His visits became less until he stopped it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grew up, went to college and was a very smart girl. She didn't tell a soul about it. Just remembering what happened to her for almost 2 years and a half made her cry a river! What hurt her the most was her inability to talk about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not A's stroy but both are related because both girls are close friends. Sorry for not continuing but writing such a story is the most difficult thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-151727543104892264?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/151727543104892264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=151727543104892264&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/151727543104892264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/151727543104892264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-sexually-abused-p2.html' title='Is sexually abused! p2'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SfwaYrJGTrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2P_nZiFBnRY/s72-c/abused-sad-child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4285743469792303378</id><published>2009-04-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:57:18.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No freaking way!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5d4acd593e46c367" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d4acd593e46c367%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412927%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D254593CF9B2FD756E62F46F43776CDC081FAAA01.77547F9820793E28C687528E9EFF12EB3B18BC37%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d4acd593e46c367%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0_oGo6kfBXjuzHdf3DSFxQHc0HM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d4acd593e46c367%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412927%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D254593CF9B2FD756E62F46F43776CDC081FAAA01.77547F9820793E28C687528E9EFF12EB3B18BC37%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d4acd593e46c367%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0_oGo6kfBXjuzHdf3DSFxQHc0HM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did you see what I saw?! Jenny Humphrey, the tiny weeny girl from Gossip Girl or the metal woman LOL!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4285743469792303378?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5d4acd593e46c367&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4285743469792303378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4285743469792303378&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4285743469792303378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4285743469792303378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-freaking-way.html' title='No freaking way!!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7303810232896589443</id><published>2009-04-23T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:14:18.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is sexually abused!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SfAoS4h62rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VtkBF0HKTmY/s1600-h/abuse_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327802664056707762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SfAoS4h62rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VtkBF0HKTmY/s320/abuse_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imagine one of your best friends calling you to tell you that she is holding her best news ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What do you think her best news would be?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since I know A very well, I had many things in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. She will finally be engaged to the guy she chose not her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. She got the job she has been dreaming of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Her brother came back from abroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Her weight became what she desired it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. No more back aches since her devastating fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So many things were roaming in my mind. I was begging her to shoot it out until she did!! I wasn't shocked when she told me about it but didn't expect that! Her best news was that she has done the Virginity Test and she turned out to be Virgin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was lost for words, really speechless but then I started screaming like crazy which made my driver stop in the middle of the way because he freaked out thinking something happened to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know this option might have never occured to you and is quiet shocking but that's the turth!! A was sexually abused by two of her male relatives when she was a child, her brother and uncle!! That happened repeatedly from her uncle more than her teenaged brother! What she rememberes vividly is her uncle asking her not to wear pants when he is around! Why!! I leave it for you to do the imagination concerning a 8 years old girl with a 25 years old man who is supposingly an uncle to her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. Part 2 is coming soon when I feel like writing about it because I really wanna do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7303810232896589443?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7303810232896589443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7303810232896589443&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7303810232896589443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7303810232896589443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-sexually-abused.html' title='Is sexually abused!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SfAoS4h62rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VtkBF0HKTmY/s72-c/abuse_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7935377926179449188</id><published>2009-04-19T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:38:05.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SesG1sJaSmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OXiVYEooTyg/s1600-h/Michael+Cassidy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326358503749208674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SesG1sJaSmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OXiVYEooTyg/s320/Michael+Cassidy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; I don't recall falling for actors or singers except Bryan Adams but this guy is jaw dropping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Michael Cassidy, will you marry me lol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7935377926179449188?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7935377926179449188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7935377926179449188&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7935377926179449188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7935377926179449188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SesG1sJaSmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OXiVYEooTyg/s72-c/Michael+Cassidy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1720109152361355919</id><published>2009-04-16T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:01:30.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's none of your business!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SecKYp9ETLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ArYNWXcSFLw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325236503084027058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SecKYp9ETLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ArYNWXcSFLw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I really hate it when my family members go blabbing behind my back that I lost my job by myself and that I might not get a job due to the financial crisis we live in !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They all know that I am crazy about work. I even started working before I graduated from college! I have always volunteered to work for unpaid extra hours and weekends just because I am a hard working girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Am I supposed to gather them up and tell them that I left because I was living under the leadership of a manager who thinks with his penis!! How can a girl say that to her family!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And my sister, if you know that I get upset when you tell me about all these stuff happening behind my back, PLEASE stop!! I can't tell you when you're 8 years older than me and is the most sensitive girl on earth to stop telling me about all the she said and he said stuff! It's my life and my career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Please understand that I have my own reasons for quitting! I didn't ask for anybody's opinion when I decided to quit so please understand that such things don't matter to me!! I lead my life by myelf! Just leave me a lone please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1720109152361355919?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1720109152361355919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1720109152361355919&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1720109152361355919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1720109152361355919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-none-of-your-business.html' title='That&apos;s none of your business!!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SecKYp9ETLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ArYNWXcSFLw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-23314261802218152</id><published>2009-04-13T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:05:40.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They sucked BIG time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SeM3RziAb1I/AAAAAAAAALo/An1lCovsv-g/s1600-h/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324159963512205138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SeM3RziAb1I/AAAAAAAAALo/An1lCovsv-g/s320/milk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A very stupid movie! I watched the 1st quarter only and would have hated myself if I continued! Gays movie is my last interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SeM3R3jEOYI/AAAAAAAAALg/jy2L36dkeP8/s1600-h/the+reader.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324159964590389634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SeM3R3jEOYI/AAAAAAAAALg/jy2L36dkeP8/s320/the+reader.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot, was supposed to be good but ended up being a stupid one. Characters, Kate being very old and stinky! A porn movie which is I don't know how to describe it! Let me try, pointless, rude, idiot, and any other words one could find under the word "retard"!! I literaly wasted 2 hours watching it. Had to continue it till the end to see if it will have a good ending but it SUCKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My advise, don't watch any of these! I really don't know why they won prizes and why people loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-23314261802218152?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/23314261802218152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=23314261802218152&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/23314261802218152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/23314261802218152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-sucked-big-time.html' title='They sucked BIG time'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SeM3RziAb1I/AAAAAAAAALo/An1lCovsv-g/s72-c/milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6236160626234188378</id><published>2009-04-09T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:55:01.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sd3Txlh6kvI/AAAAAAAAALY/4NAT2mTXzG0/s1600-h/ist2_4679356-fathers-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322643183463207666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sd3Txlh6kvI/AAAAAAAAALY/4NAT2mTXzG0/s320/ist2_4679356-fathers-hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; This scene hurts me the most! It puts me into tears and I can't help it! I miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6236160626234188378?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6236160626234188378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6236160626234188378&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6236160626234188378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6236160626234188378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sd3Txlh6kvI/AAAAAAAAALY/4NAT2mTXzG0/s72-c/ist2_4679356-fathers-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-313426824472664746</id><published>2009-04-06T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:50:17.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdpOAHJOkXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JkSsmbcaC2Q/s1600-h/waiting.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321651673516380530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdpOAHJOkXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JkSsmbcaC2Q/s320/waiting.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; I had a job interview in Wednesday at the most amazing place in the world! Getting the job would be literally my dream coming true! I am waiting for their answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate waiting! I really suck at waiting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh God, help me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-313426824472664746?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/313426824472664746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=313426824472664746&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/313426824472664746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/313426824472664746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdpOAHJOkXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JkSsmbcaC2Q/s72-c/waiting.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7002267425915791931</id><published>2009-03-30T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:55:38.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Grrrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdEPI1XA_bI/AAAAAAAAALI/VCJHAfZamqI/s1600-h/FuriousGirlWebcaption_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319049279338249650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdEPI1XA_bI/AAAAAAAAALI/VCJHAfZamqI/s320/FuriousGirlWebcaption_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am saying this for the last time! YES the last time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am not Heyam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am not Hanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am not Hanaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you will continue calling me from whatever mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your finger hands on with a new name calling me with every bloody name that starts with "H" you idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My name has even no "H" in it! YOU HEAR ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And please enough of your stupid-old-rotten-old-fashioned excuses that you were dialing a number and abra kadabra it turned out to be my number!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do me a favor, gelt lost, bang your head on the nearest wall next to you, smash your fist on your mirror, poke your eyes with your fingers, drink your bloody blood,stab your killed heart with a knife, cut your tongue with a razor and take a shower for God's sake because I swear I could tell you STINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7002267425915791931?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7002267425915791931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7002267425915791931&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7002267425915791931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7002267425915791931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/grrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrr!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdEPI1XA_bI/AAAAAAAAALI/VCJHAfZamqI/s72-c/FuriousGirlWebcaption_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7725988895906035199</id><published>2009-03-30T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:46:55.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clair bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crimes'/><title type='text'>Series, series, series</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am currently addicted to this series which is called &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Lie To Me".&lt;/span&gt; You might have not heard about it because it has just been released. Still season 1 and 7 episodes so far. However, this series ROOOOOOOOOOOOCKS!! It's about those people who can read facial expressions and gestures to tell whether you are lying or not! They help mostly in solving mystery and crimes. Believe it or not, I started applying their theories on the people surrounding me. I even caught lairs myself hahaha. It's a must see I am telling you!! Hind, I know you're into series, you're so gonna love this one! Oh, oh, oh, oh, this guy in the middle with his British accent is a KILLER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD53Kpka1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/AheiSiZmqxc/s1600-h/lie+2+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319025886071384914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD53Kpka1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/AheiSiZmqxc/s320/lie+2+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD52lc5brI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GvD5hIzyw9o/s1600-h/heroes_casttitel_2_w573_h_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319025876086124210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD52lc5brI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GvD5hIzyw9o/s320/heroes_casttitel_2_w573_h_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD52b72dLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/m3RIWUuUIz4/s1600-h/gossip+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319025873531598002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD52b72dLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/m3RIWUuUIz4/s320/gossip+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; My brother calls me idiot for not watching this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4nK3kvXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AFXPN0yAGFE/s1600-h/lost-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319024511740591474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4nK3kvXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AFXPN0yAGFE/s320/lost-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319030646870370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD-MSAf6BI/AAAAAAAAALA/3TiFIG3Ecnw/s320/prison%2520break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4F030ImI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NkatWljgs8M/s1600-h/Greys-Anatomy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319023938900337250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4F030ImI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NkatWljgs8M/s320/Greys-Anatomy-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4FWwkh_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/D8oR5UOfl-4/s1600-h/gilmore+girls.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319023930816890866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4FWwkh_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/D8oR5UOfl-4/s320/gilmore+girls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4FTlcOyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ScLrv8yKvnM/s1600-h/ER1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319023929964903202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4FTlcOyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ScLrv8yKvnM/s320/ER1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4E3xMUFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PiaSjoZVAeo/s1600-h/DesperateHousewives.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319023922497998930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD4E3xMUFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PiaSjoZVAeo/s320/DesperateHousewives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What series are you watching?! Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7725988895906035199?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7725988895906035199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7725988895906035199&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7725988895906035199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7725988895906035199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/series-series-series.html' title='Series, series, series'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SdD53Kpka1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/AheiSiZmqxc/s72-c/lie+2+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6893220400939058831</id><published>2009-03-27T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:41:20.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When women get crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKcIjgDFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3BNuOdwxxwI/s1600-h/untitledddddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317777475955067986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKcIjgDFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3BNuOdwxxwI/s320/untitledddddd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKcJzVxSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/d0KSTeHkiYM/s1600-h/untitledddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317777476289938722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKcJzVxSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/d0KSTeHkiYM/s320/untitledddd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKb2cqbMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WpF61W14KJU/s1600-h/untitleddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317777471094549698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKb2cqbMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WpF61W14KJU/s320/untitleddd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKbx_5euI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IWdjLzTAxlc/s1600-h/untitledd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317777469900159714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKbx_5euI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IWdjLzTAxlc/s320/untitledd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKbEA-a8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/PI3oRWDXfl0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317777457556646850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKbEA-a8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/PI3oRWDXfl0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6893220400939058831?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6893220400939058831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6893220400939058831&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6893220400939058831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6893220400939058831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/whne-women-get-crazy.html' title='When women get crazy'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScyKcIjgDFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3BNuOdwxxwI/s72-c/untitledddddd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7063574500142721719</id><published>2009-03-24T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:47:48.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uniquesness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>Would you give up again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316746914408012594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScjhJjnxmzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/C-L00NFpGSI/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girl in the picture is Katie Kirkpatrick, she is 21 . Next to her, her fiancé, Nick, 23. The picture was taken shortly before their wedding ceremony, held on January 11, 2005 in the US. Katie has terminal cancer and spend hours a day receiving medication. In the picture, Nick is waiting for her on one of the many sessions of quimo to end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316746921597370130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScjhJ-Z2fxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/43ELYI-5pKs/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In spite of all the pain, organ failures, and morphine shots, Katie is going along with her wedding and took care of every detail. The dress had to be adjusted a few times due to her constant weight loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316746922423177266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScjhKBevUDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/far5wfsBWTU/s320/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;An unusual accessory at the party was the oxygen tube that ketie used throughout the ceremony and reception as well. The other couple in the picture are Nick's parents. Excited to see her son marrying his high school sweetheart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316746929345013698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScjhKbRCJ8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/1c2lM_Q0aTI/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Katie, in her wheelchair with the oxygen tube , listening a song from her husband and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316746931225712946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScjhKiRbWTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Dk1xhYY962o/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;At the reception, katie had to take a few rests.The pain do not let her to be standing up for long periods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScjhhYVhltI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kBvPkg2jwao/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316747323695535826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScjhhYVhltI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kBvPkg2jwao/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Katie died five days after her wedding day. Watching a women so ill and weak getting married and with a smile on her face makes us think..... Happiness is reachable, no matter how long it last. We should stop making our lives complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short&lt;br /&gt;Break the rules&lt;br /&gt;forgive quickly&lt;br /&gt;kiss passionately, love truly&lt;br /&gt;laugh constantly&lt;br /&gt;And never stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;no matter how strange life is Life is not always the party we expected to be&lt;br /&gt;but as long as we are here, we should smile and be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7063574500142721719?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7063574500142721719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7063574500142721719&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7063574500142721719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7063574500142721719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/would-you-give-up-again.html' title='Would you give up again?'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScjhJjnxmzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/C-L00NFpGSI/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1737212552718420057</id><published>2009-03-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:28:32.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I laugh or get disgusted!! You tell me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScUGkh9vG5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QzG544Mo66U/s1600-h/b061022162409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315662159843105682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScUGkh9vG5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QzG544Mo66U/s320/b061022162409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Who doesn't know the most beautiful girl on earth ever "Suri Cruise" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Oh, that was an easy thing to be written but what I am speechless to write is the below! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Read it yourself please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScUGSa7uyhI/AAAAAAAAAII/cKjYdBTemO8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315661848718002706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScUGSa7uyhI/AAAAAAAAAII/cKjYdBTemO8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Did you feel what I felt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1737212552718420057?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1737212552718420057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1737212552718420057&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1737212552718420057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1737212552718420057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/should-i-laugh-or-get-disgusted-you.html' title='Should I laugh or get disgusted!! You tell me!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScUGkh9vG5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QzG544Mo66U/s72-c/b061022162409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4921361946759193411</id><published>2009-03-19T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:07:51.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shocking reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ahmed Helmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sorry for  the Disturbance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScH6Znc5f3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5pTlNivrPXU/s1600-h/647930585.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314804353267761010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScH6Znc5f3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5pTlNivrPXU/s320/647930585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Heyyyyyyyyyyyy everybody, I have truly missed you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have been doing fine the last couple of days :). I have been thankful and grateful to God for all the blissings I have been awarded. I am really blessed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afew days a go, I went to Bahrain for a change. When I went to the movies, I was shocked with the stupid movies they are showing "My Mom's Boyfriend", "The Tattoist", and many rotten movies that I watched a year ago maybe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister suggested the Egyptian movie "Sorry for the Disturbance" stared by Ahmed Helmi and Mennah Shalabi. I haven't ever watched an Egyptian movie in the the movies but accepted watching it reluctantly since we were out of options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;However, the movie turned out to be GREEEEEEEEEEEAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The plost is amazing, the characters as well. I really didn't believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't wanna ruin it, but trust me it is totally different form the sterotyped movies you have heard of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. Hopefully, great events will take place in my life. I don't wanna rush and tell you what is it. Let's just wait :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScH6T2GqrbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Rn6jfK9Vp0g/s1600-h/647930585.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4921361946759193411?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4921361946759193411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4921361946759193411&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4921361946759193411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4921361946759193411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-for-disturbance.html' title='Sorry for  the Disturbance'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/ScH6Znc5f3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/5pTlNivrPXU/s72-c/647930585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6002963394861975875</id><published>2009-03-13T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:16:45.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbpNcn4QMVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vmLDjmjcHeU/s1600-h/out_of_all_the_things_ive_lost_i_miss_my_mind_tshirt-p235562644237621267trlf_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312643864573522258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbpNcn4QMVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vmLDjmjcHeU/s320/out_of_all_the_things_ive_lost_i_miss_my_mind_tshirt-p235562644237621267trlf_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; I will be back to blogshpere when I get my mind back. I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6002963394861975875?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6002963394861975875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6002963394861975875&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6002963394861975875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6002963394861975875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbpNcn4QMVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vmLDjmjcHeU/s72-c/out_of_all_the_things_ive_lost_i_miss_my_mind_tshirt-p235562644237621267trlf_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7299872440589630172</id><published>2009-03-10T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:39:24.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Your Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbaitgSEFJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J7NuXGc_IKU/s1600-h/iloveyourblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311611713173591186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbaitgSEFJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J7NuXGc_IKU/s320/iloveyourblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desert Rose, one of the sweetest people I have met through the online world has awarded me this wonderful award. She herself doesn't know how much I love her blog even though I am not a usual commentator there but there is a reason to that. She is a voracious reader and I can't compete with her lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To keep this award moving there are certain rules that I have to abide. The rules are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Add the logo of the award to your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Add a link to the person who awarded it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nominate at least 7 other blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Add links to those blogs on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Drums rolling* and That's the Way by KC and The Sunshine Band song is playing lol and the nominees are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bliss the Red Indian girl *It's because of the pic in your profile" lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Zara katkootah as she calls herself lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gone Bonkers *I miss you, I miss you, I miss you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Errant the errant lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Euphoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sara at Soul, heart, mind, and body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E-Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Libero Anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Richie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naseem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;People, I know I have broken two rules in which I extended the number of the nominees and the reason is that I love everybody's blog I swear, each one is unique. The other rule is the linking thingy, sorry I just took a shower, my hair is wet and I am freezing that's why I didn't have time to link each blogger and by the way, they're there in my blog roll. Anyways, I have to rush to dry it lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P.S. Zara and Gone bonkers, I have missed you the most girls. Sorry for being away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7299872440589630172?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7299872440589630172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7299872440589630172&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7299872440589630172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7299872440589630172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-your-blog.html' title='I Love Your Blog'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbaitgSEFJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J7NuXGc_IKU/s72-c/iloveyourblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1807885061067491573</id><published>2009-03-07T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:20:26.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damage'/><title type='text'>Back to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbKY2sPA9OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vLrSWjTAJaE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310474975977731298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbKY2sPA9OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vLrSWjTAJaE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; My family and I had a car accident yesterday. We were heading home after my nieces played and had fun in one of the Eastern Province shopping malls when a 15 years old teenager and 4 of his friends hit us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He crossed a closed street and the victims were us. My sister, her husband, her two baby girls and the unborn baby inside her were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My two sisters and I were at the back of their Jeeb. The hit was very strong that could have made us unconcsious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thanks to God, the car got stopped after hitting a sign. If it weren't for the sign, I don't know what would have happened. You can imagine that in the middle of a very wide busy street during prayer time. The car was really damaged but thanks God, we are all safe and sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thanks God, a new day was written to all of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbKXosa8iFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xgrCUhD81FA/s1600-h/imagesCAAPMQTG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1807885061067491573?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1807885061067491573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1807885061067491573&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1807885061067491573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1807885061067491573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-life.html' title='Back to Life'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbKY2sPA9OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vLrSWjTAJaE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6250624791561152571</id><published>2009-03-05T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:54:14.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbAdyT8Dy0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l9qkPSi5ZfQ/s1600-h/Slumdog.Millionaire.2008.DVDSCR.XViD.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309776710852660034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbAdyT8Dy0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l9qkPSi5ZfQ/s320/Slumdog.Millionaire.2008.DVDSCR.XViD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Many people kept on nagging on me about watching this movie and so I did today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thought the movie was a mixture of Indian and American blood but was surprised to see that it's purely Bolywood production. Don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with the love-ketchup killing-dancing-singing-stereotyped Bolywood movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The movie has won many Oscars as far as I heard and it truly deserved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People, watch it. It's very intellectual, realistic, and moreover, awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6250624791561152571?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6250624791561152571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6250624791561152571&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6250624791561152571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6250624791561152571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SbAdyT8Dy0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l9qkPSi5ZfQ/s72-c/Slumdog.Millionaire.2008.DVDSCR.XViD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-3631293888628717778</id><published>2009-03-03T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:39:04.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tearful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preeminent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>Seven Pounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sa0tLbDZE8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/-UMAtt4cgCk/s1600-h/seven_pounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308949210003477442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sa0tLbDZE8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/-UMAtt4cgCk/s320/seven_pounds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What can I say about this movie!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Awesome, fantastic, great, exceptional, extraordinary, magnificent, outstanding, preeminent, rare, remarkable, uncommon, unusual, towering!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;No, No, No, none of these is applicable my dears because this movie is from outside this world which can never be described with words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I haven't cried over my resignation but this movie made me cry. Will Smith is amazing for taking part in such awesome movies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This movie is going to change your life. Watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-3631293888628717778?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3631293888628717778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=3631293888628717778&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3631293888628717778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3631293888628717778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-pounds.html' title='Seven Pounds'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/Sa0tLbDZE8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/-UMAtt4cgCk/s72-c/seven_pounds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-2633861659889549229</id><published>2009-03-01T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:45:58.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternanity'/><title type='text'>Love is blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZ_3h0sQyVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Thcr0p8vovI/s1600-h/love+is+blind.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305231046517770578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZ_3h0sQyVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Thcr0p8vovI/s320/love+is+blind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Do you believe in the saying :Love is blind?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The picture you see is a real one with no photoshop interference. The Holandi guy in the picture sewed his eyes after the tragic death of his girlfriend. She was making him breakfast when her gas cylinder expoded and caused her death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;He was devastated, couldn't believe what happened. He decided to sew his eyes because he doesn't want to see any other girl at all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am speechless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-2633861659889549229?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2633861659889549229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=2633861659889549229&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2633861659889549229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2633861659889549229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-blind.html' title='Love is blind'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZ_3h0sQyVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Thcr0p8vovI/s72-c/love+is+blind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7689130895545587644</id><published>2009-02-27T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:41:08.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='content'/><title type='text'>A decision was made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SafbPN9UlII/AAAAAAAAAHA/K-xdIw6Bv38/s1600-h/ya+rab.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307451740370801794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SafbPN9UlII/AAAAAAAAAHA/K-xdIw6Bv38/s320/ya+rab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow, I am submitting my resignation. I don't know what tomorrow holds but I have no interest in going back or changing my mind whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wanna be the old cheerful me. I wanna get back in touch with my friends like before. I have been lately withdrwan from all the people I love for one reason only which is me being depressed all the time. I am a very frank person but when it comes to work I have this closed mouth. I didn't wanna call my friends and start whining and complaining that's away I clicked the pause button in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was fearing mom's response because I am her pride and joy. I tried my best not to cry when telling her about my decision but I couldn't. She supported me and told me that God will give me a better job, a job that appreciates me and a very organized one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know I gave up my attitude of not resigning before finding another job but what I have seen made me change my mind. I hate hypocrisy, lies, and conspiracies and all that happen before me every day. I even fear checking my email because a new problem might arise which will put me into a deeper phase of depression more than the one I am already having. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will be working with them during my month notice which will start tomorrow and meanwhile continue my job searching. I don't care about how much salary I might get. I am just looking for an organized place that appreciates me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am not sad. I am relaxed and content like I have never been. I am positive that I will get a better job soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7689130895545587644?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7689130895545587644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7689130895545587644&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7689130895545587644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7689130895545587644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/decision-was-made.html' title='A decision was made'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SafbPN9UlII/AAAAAAAAAHA/K-xdIw6Bv38/s72-c/ya+rab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-5023407537360066360</id><published>2009-02-23T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:43:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SaKrXTj9MeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QNQPrnE145A/s1600-h/1artSmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305991727872291298" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 263px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SaKrXTj9MeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QNQPrnE145A/s320/1artSmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I apologize for being away, inactive, and kind of withdrawn. I have been haunted with the idea of the possibility of losing another dear relative of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I still mention my uncle's name and talk about him using the present tense. I even go to open the door for him whenever we make a BBQ since it's his favorite. Afew days ago, I was searching for a phone number in my contact list when I found his number. I didn't know what to do, was I supposed to erase it or what?!. The idea of calling him occurred to me also and was one tick away from doing it. I didn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I was talking to my friend today when I told her that my uncle is coming to pick me up when she gave me a startled look. I was shaking and almost collapsed in my place when I noticed what I was saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I was going to leave work an hour earlier because my sisters and I prepared lunch and sweets and decided to have lunch at my uncle's. My driver called saying that his cousin fell dead infront of him and that the police are investigating the incident now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I really didn't know what to do, I can't bear death news and recently all what I hear is people dying or people sick of cancer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Before I left work, I heard news that kind of cheered me up. Part of what I was praying for came true after long months of bloody fights and suffering, work wise ofcourse. I am not that optimistic about it though. I don't wanna build some dreams that might fall a part before me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;However, I am kind of smiling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-5023407537360066360?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5023407537360066360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=5023407537360066360&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5023407537360066360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5023407537360066360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/similing-again.html' title='Smiling again'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SaKrXTj9MeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QNQPrnE145A/s72-c/1artSmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6198304636938198371</id><published>2009-02-21T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:39:33.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZ_z1jKRqGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8E203mEZqbU/s1600-h/yes_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305226987362691170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZ_z1jKRqGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8E203mEZqbU/s320/yes_man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes is the new NO. Yes is the new era! Yes is your means through the dark tunnel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I finally watched Yes Man in the theater yesterday during my trip to Bahrain. I ran out of air while watching it. I kept on laughing out loud like crazy. The Chinese lady next me made me crack up in a hilarious way though the hall was full of guys. I didn't ever imagine myself to laugh over bing bang scenes but with that lady next to me, everything became O.K LOL. I wanna grow old with the love of my life just like the way she is with her hubby, full of passion though at their 50s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I really needed an escape, needed billion doses of laughter and GOT THEM!! I have been feeling shitty and gloomy for a while now and I was thirsty for such a movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P.S. This movie is a must see people! At a theater not home. Please remember whenever the scene of the Korean girl comes up hehehehehehehe ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6198304636938198371?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6198304636938198371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6198304636938198371&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6198304636938198371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6198304636938198371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-man.html' title='YES MAN'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZ_z1jKRqGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8E203mEZqbU/s72-c/yes_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1869827288868205597</id><published>2009-02-16T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:33:22.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys, Guys, Guys!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZnKHA8H3gI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FH7LyeE__jA/s1600-h/Mister_Men_Tired_of_Meeting_Mr_Wrong-T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303492258065538562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZnKHA8H3gI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FH7LyeE__jA/s320/Mister_Men_Tired_of_Meeting_Mr_Wrong-T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;What's up with guys these days!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Are they sick?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Are they crazed?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Is it something in the air?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's what for god's sake?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Out of the blue, I recieved a weird message on my facebook account. Have a look at it please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I would love to get to know you and meet you. would you please leave me your number so we can talk?! I am 36 years old, British nationality, Palestinian origin and based in London. I go to Jordan sometimes for a visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hope to hear from you soon Susu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hold on, did he just call me Susu??! Please tell me it was my wild imagination only!! I haven't ever heard of nor seen this guy ever in my life to call me Susu so bluntly. What was he thinking about when he sent me that message?! Was he expecting me to fall for him and send him my number!! ME hehehe, you stupid, you don't know who you sent a message to!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Of course, he was trashed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now, there is another story. Shosha listen to it because I didn't tell you about it. I swear I wanted to tell you but got carried away with all these things that happened lately and I just remembered it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Once upon a time there was this guy who called me a few times, workwise of course. His calls were regarding someone who works with us, hired hy him. The guy is Saudi, a well respected guy as I found him to be. What's between us wasn't more than 4 calls which took less than 3 minutes each. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The story begins when I was sleeping in bed 3 months after he last called. It was 3 AM when I woke up to see a missed call with an sms from him. He hasn't ever sent nor called after my working hours, how about 3 AM in the morning!!. I freaked out when I saw his name and started reading the message which took away every bit of drowsiness in my eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It was a love message, written in Arabic of course. In it he addressed me with every single love word that you may have heard of! He was talking to me as his future wife to be and that he is ready to give up his eyes for my sake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I put my mobile under my pillow in total shock and disbelief and tried to get back to bed. I slept and an hour later I woke up and checked it to see another missed call and a message from him. The message was no different from the 1st one but with additional love words too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I went to work, told my friend Noura about it. My conclusion was either he was drunk or he was drunk!! Noura said that my numbr might be a digit or two different from his girfriend. I wanted to believe her because I wanted to stop thinking of reasonable justifications. I asked for the lady he hired to come, showed her the number . She said he hasn't contacted her using this number which relieved me a bit thinking that his number might have been sold. I then showed her his messages and she wasn't shocked. She confirmed that this is his style in writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I thought the story ended here but 2 weeks ago, she told me that he left work and she was happy for it. When I asked why she said that he was a flirty guy who talked about so many girls. I felt that look in her eyes and asked "Was I included"?! She refused to say a word but I pushed her to confess. She said that he told her we were lovers, went out on dates blah blah blah. He said that he would sacrify his son for the sake of my black eyes which are brown by the way!! I was like HUH!! Is he even married?! It turned out that he is married with 4 kids, the eldest is a 10 years old boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;She said that she hasn't believed him at all and that he was flirty with her as well that he asked her out bluntly so many times!! She added that he called her afew times when he was drunk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;She thought I would be pissed off after hearing so but what I did was laughing out loud!! He is crazed you know!! He is sick, what can I do!! I didn't know I have had so many crazy fans I said!! She lauhged saying I don't blame them, you have this charm to attract everybody!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P.S. To guys, wanna flirt, do it properly or just die lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So, now, after reading all these, will you please answer the questions I stated 1st!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1869827288868205597?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1869827288868205597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1869827288868205597&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1869827288868205597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1869827288868205597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/guys-guys-guys.html' title='Guys, Guys, Guys!!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZnKHA8H3gI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FH7LyeE__jA/s72-c/Mister_Men_Tired_of_Meeting_Mr_Wrong-T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-5370651388716988444</id><published>2009-02-12T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:58:06.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corruptopn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Changeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZRg_CrgziI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3XvQUhXD7Uw/s1600-h/B00188M5TM.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301969297489317410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZRg_CrgziI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3XvQUhXD7Uw/s320/B00188M5TM.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I have been waiting impatiently for this movie to be released online. Thanks to axxo, I was able to download it. I watched it today wth the presence of all my senses. The movie was longer than what I expected. It was 2:20 mins but it was worth it. If it was 4 hrs, I would have watched it too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;To start with, I have always hated Angelina Jolie beecause of the fuss people have made about her bounty lips. I don't ever recall watching a good movie for her. Add to that the fact that she has stolen Brad Pitt from Jenifer Aniston which was really unbelievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The movie reached my expecations if not more. It's the 2nd movie after "The Boy with the Striped Pyjamas" that I find to be merely awesome. It's based on a true story and deserves to be given plenty of award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Two words: "Watch it"!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-5370651388716988444?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5370651388716988444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=5370651388716988444&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5370651388716988444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5370651388716988444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/changeling.html' title='Changeling'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SZRg_CrgziI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3XvQUhXD7Uw/s72-c/B00188M5TM.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-8305173924330743969</id><published>2009-02-10T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:48:49.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost for words!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I leave it for you,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqantZJ6WwM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqantZJ6WwM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So, are you going to finish strong?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-8305173924330743969?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8305173924330743969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=8305173924330743969&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/8305173924330743969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/8305173924330743969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-for-words.html' title='Lost for words!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4439484053764348974</id><published>2009-02-07T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:20:52.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gone bonkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I have been tagged by the sweetest thing &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Desert Rose"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The rules for this tag are :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1) Find your fifth photo file folder, then the fifth photo in that file folder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2) Post the picture on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3) Tag five other bloggers to do the same ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sooo, the 5th pic is :Ummm, oh I haven't checked yet, hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Here we go ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300029950367954258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SY19KLqc9VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G_06vlwo4Lw/s320/20080820440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;That's my sweetest niece "Jana", just turned 6 as she keeps on saying and me turning 12 as she says lol. I can't imagine me being 12 lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To be tagged are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Gone Bonkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Zara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Richie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4439484053764348974?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4439484053764348974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4439484053764348974&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4439484053764348974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4439484053764348974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SY19KLqc9VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/G_06vlwo4Lw/s72-c/20080820440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-5748404412202985715</id><published>2009-02-06T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:41:58.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy. ear phones'/><title type='text'>Care for one?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXiKOkM3HMI/AAAAAAAAABI/pWILENnTyGQ/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294133344814439618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXiKOkM3HMI/AAAAAAAAABI/pWILENnTyGQ/s320/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXiKOl1-9CI/AAAAAAAAABA/we-WiD8RVsQ/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294133345255355426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXiKOl1-9CI/AAAAAAAAABA/we-WiD8RVsQ/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXiKOTctmbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TkTKCZn3baM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294133340317522354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXiKOTctmbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TkTKCZn3baM/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If you're wondering whether it's real or not. Here is the truth, it's true and it's Samsung latest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ear phones ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I want the 1st guy, Elvis would make me deaf and I am not into Opera singing;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P.S. Sorry I am not being me lately due to... I am just posting drafts, my mind is blocked for the time being. Forgive me all :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-5748404412202985715?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5748404412202985715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=5748404412202985715&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5748404412202985715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/5748404412202985715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/care-for-one.html' title='Care for one?!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXiKOkM3HMI/AAAAAAAAABI/pWILENnTyGQ/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-3598628477002050059</id><published>2009-02-03T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:57:39.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffocating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarir'/><title type='text'>Books Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I went to Jarir last Thursday with my heart jumping on the clouds. I had a list of highly recommended books that I was dying to read. I went to the customer service. The guy in charge was on the phone. I had to wait for 15 minutes till he finished. I handed him the list of the books I needed to buy and told him I will have a look at the book shelves and get back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was looking for this &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296746590242078706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHS9eCj__I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/56Q7ojpuQJA/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296749555155110658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHVqDM6iwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JhQjstwFvsE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHQ9dToRBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Jse6o3AU3bI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296744391021970450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHQ9dToRBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Jse6o3AU3bI/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHQrFibJhI/AAAAAAAAADY/vrguLI2A144/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296744075403929106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHQrFibJhI/AAAAAAAAADY/vrguLI2A144/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; and this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHQc-ZYMuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ul5zF2C--bc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296743832968770274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHQc-ZYMuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ul5zF2C--bc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHP9YuoR4I/AAAAAAAAADI/zX-qX7nUFfI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296743290281412482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHP9YuoR4I/AAAAAAAAADI/zX-qX7nUFfI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wish you had seen the look on my face when said none is available!! I wanted to jupm on his table and literally suffocate him!! I was really angry as how uncivilized we Saudis are not to have books that are available at other countries!! I went to the book shelves and grabbed some books. I haven't hear or had someone recommend them but what can I do, I was hungry for a good read!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I bought this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296747453332801282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHTvtTbRwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0V6ZlUigYWE/s320/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296747823679831906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHUFQ9Cf2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JJZ_cHLkaos/s320/222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296748170398683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHUZclQUfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3-RhzWVGT5w/s320/333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will be searching for these books in Bahrain, hoping to find them . I have started reading "A Bend in the Road" and I can't put down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S. If you have read any of the books I bought and didn't like, please don't tell me. I get affected easily by people's opinions loool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-3598628477002050059?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3598628477002050059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=3598628477002050059&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3598628477002050059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3598628477002050059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-hunting.html' title='Books Hunting'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SYHS9eCj__I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/56Q7ojpuQJA/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4416416125584313771</id><published>2009-02-01T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:06:28.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death...took him away, they say so!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When people lose their fathers due to death, they lose them once for there is no returning back. I lost my dad 3 years ago and last Friday, I lost him for the 2nd time. I lost my uncle due to a sudden heart attack. The only person who remained to my family and I after my dad. I couldn't believe I would live after my dad but my uncle was my back, my shoulder to cry on, and the hand that weeps my tears!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say he died but.. I don't believe them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who say, when afflicted with calamity: "To Allah We belong, and to Him is our return"&lt;br /&gt;The Cow, 156&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4416416125584313771?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4416416125584313771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4416416125584313771&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4416416125584313771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4416416125584313771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/deathtook-him-away-they-say-so.html' title='Death...took him away, they say so!'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-1844147075005160824</id><published>2009-01-27T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:24:35.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frenchkisses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seperating'/><title type='text'>Nights in Rodanthe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SX9OS4u8RJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X0wHlRmFWoo/s1600-h/nightsinrodanthe%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296037773184877714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SX9OS4u8RJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X0wHlRmFWoo/s320/nightsinrodanthe%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My dose of movies watching is never ever ending. I finished downloading this movie two days ago and couldn't wait till I watch it the other day. I would be away from my nephews and nieces nagging over my head I said and I was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I silenced my mobile, put my ear phone on and got involved in the movie. It's a drama, romance type. Just glancing at this picture, you would notice the sexy Richard Gere. OMG, I really love him, I really do and I would stand up in the aisle saying "I do, I do, I do" for him even if he got the worst smell ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This guy is a live example that getting older doesn't kill a guy's romance. I am difinetly not talking about the kind of romance Saudi guys have since I am Saudi, oh sorry they don't. Romance is a word that you would never find while looking up "Saudi Guys Dictionary". I always answer when asked about romance saying it died with those 1% of Saudi males carrying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well, I have always been asked about the age I would like my man to be when marrying and I answer saying "From 28-35". After watching Richard Gere in this movie, I started having second thoughts about marrying old guys loool. I am serious people, just have another glance at him in this picture. Look at the way he is holding the heroine. Look at the eyes talk even ith his sunglasses on. Gosh, I am falling for him. Even his white hair makes him more sexier!! Eww with black hair guys, white hair all the way hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I swear I didn't have the intention of turning my movie preview into a talk about the hero but what can I do, he blinded me ;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As I mentioned earlier, the movie is a romantic type. I don't wanna ruin the story because you better watch it romance lovers. It's the real love we all seek girls. It's the eternity no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Like any romantic movie, it has a sad ending. Its very sad ending changed my mood for the whole movie and made me cry my eyes out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I give him 10/10 with triple Oscar awards ;) . The scenary, plot, people, music, and ending are all amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P.S. Thanks for whoever uploaded this movie for putting the movie track sounds. I was definitely going to search for them ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-1844147075005160824?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1844147075005160824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=1844147075005160824&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1844147075005160824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/1844147075005160824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/nights-in-rodanthe.html' title='Nights in Rodanthe'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SX9OS4u8RJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X0wHlRmFWoo/s72-c/nightsinrodanthe%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-6953114348343992471</id><published>2009-01-25T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:07:49.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applebee's ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXy6Ensa0AI/AAAAAAAAACw/F8iufZdIRpk/s1600-h/Applebees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295311850418393090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXy6Ensa0AI/AAAAAAAAACw/F8iufZdIRpk/s320/Applebees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was starving the other day at work when I convinced my friend Noura to go for lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;@ Applebee's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was craving for it ever since and had some dreams about it the night before as well lol. We went there and like always, were greeted and welcomed by their Philipino staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We were the only guests there so we were extremely happy that we will be free to do whatever we wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We are none smokers but we prefer to sit in the smokers area. It's cozier and more comfortable I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It started with Noura and I being surrpunded by 3 Philipinos. We were discussing what to order when they started to interfere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 1st guy: "Madam, is it your 1st time here."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "Yeah, but I am a regular customer at the one in Khobar that they even sing for me whenever I ask them to whether it's my b.day or not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 1st guy: "Oh, niiice, you live there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "Umm yeah and No, I was wondering till when is he gonna ask so I started asking if they have an ATM machine or not"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy: "No, madam, that's a problem all customers complain from"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 3rd guy approached with cupons "Madam, fill it if you want, the withdraw will be in Feb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "Oh, I am never lucky but I will do it anyways and if I won that Jeeb, you will all have lunch on my expenses". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Noura is on the phone and I am suffering a lone if you're wondering where is she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I filled in the cupons, Noura's too and handled them to the 1st guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 1st guy: "Your name is Sosun "with his Philipino accent", what does it mean"?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "It's a rare flower"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy : "It's Orchid I know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "No, it's Iris"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy : "Naura, what does it mean"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "Cracking out because she hates it when people pronounce her name this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Noura: "It means a wild white flower".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We were talking about an important thing and they were like body guard surrounding us. I didn't know what to do so I asked one to bring me Coke, the other to check on our food, and the 3rd to turn off the TV. I asked him to put some music on so he was like "Mattawa *religious men* came and banned putting music madam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy: "Madam, have yo been to U.A.E"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Noura: "Yeah, a few times"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy: "The women there drive and they don't cover",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy: "Are you single"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "Yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy looking at Noura : "Madam, why don't you uncover to show your beauty"? "Look at how beautiful Sosun is"?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I was like @-@!! I wasn't even wearning make up for God's sake!! Did he even see how red my nose is?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Noura murmuring : "So, it's like what Christians do to Muslims heheh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 3rd guy interrupts with our food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "Noura, that's not what I ordered"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Noura: "Then call him and ask him to replace it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me calling him :"Excuse me, that's not my order, I wanted this dish at the beginning but then replaced it with Angus Burger,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 3rd guy: "Oh, I thought you said both"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "How can I eat both"?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 3rd guy: "O.K. Madam, I will bring yours in minutes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy comes in two minutes with my meal "Madam, your meal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "@-@, where is my french fries? I can't eat without it"?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy : "Oh, I guess the waiter got perplexed because he said you asked for mash potatoe to replace the french fries"?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "That's not what I said, I said mash potatoe as a side dish"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy : "O.K. Madam, anything else"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "Yes, sauces please, mustard with honey and ranch sauce"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We started eating when the 2nd guy came and stood looking at us. Noura looked up saying : "YEAH"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 2nd guy :"Are you enjoying your meals"?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Noura in an angry face "YES, thanks, deep inside she was saying not in your presnse ass hole"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He stood there for a while observing and smiling. I got fed up!! How can I eat a burger and dip my french fries when a guy is standing on my head. I got furious and so asked him to refill my Coke. He was delighted to serve me, you know I am his beloved lol . He asked if I would like to have cherries and I said "Why not"?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Noura started cracking saying it will be champange like but i didn't give a damn. To be honest, it was very yummy!! He said he will make me one whenever I visit him, I stop by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My driver came and we were heading out surrounded by 4 Philipinos wishing us a safe ride and telling us how much they enjoyed our visit lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hopped into my seat when the 2nd Philipino guy who fell in love with me came and kocked at the window. I really thought he was giving my his number lol and I freaked out. He said "Madam, you forgot your wallet"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-6953114348343992471?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6953114348343992471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=6953114348343992471&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6953114348343992471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/6953114348343992471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/applebees-d.html' title='Applebee&apos;s ;D'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXy6Ensa0AI/AAAAAAAAACw/F8iufZdIRpk/s72-c/Applebees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-2054662831813166591</id><published>2009-01-25T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:23:34.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warmth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinky'/><title type='text'>Hungry?! Over here please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Looking for a mouth watering treat?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Here is the yummiest, warmest, chubbiest cheeks EVER ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;For free from my nephew Mo ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXyUFRM5EUI/AAAAAAAAACo/aNAqwWDeTZo/s1600-h/%D9%A2%D9%A0%D9%A0%D9%A8%D9%A0%D9%A5%D9%A2%D9%A2%D9%A0%D9%A8%D9%A5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295270080118591810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXyUFRM5EUI/AAAAAAAAACo/aNAqwWDeTZo/s320/%D9%A2%D9%A0%D9%A0%D9%A8%D9%A0%D9%A5%D9%A2%D9%A2%D9%A0%D9%A8%D9%A5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See how good swimmer he is?! He loves water and his favorite hobby is swimming though he is only 1 year and a half my sweetest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It takes me an hour or more to pull up my courage and start swimming in a pool when he jumps like a baby dolphin in no time. Oh, getting him out of water is like stabbing him with a knife lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXyT45ekjvI/AAAAAAAAACg/c3oaSPrmqk8/s1600-h/%D9%A2%D9%A0%D9%A0%D9%A8%D9%A0%D9%A5%D9%A0%D9%A9%D9%A0%D9%A5%D9%A5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295269867591864050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXyT45ekjvI/AAAAAAAAACg/c3oaSPrmqk8/s320/%D9%A2%D9%A0%D9%A0%D9%A8%D9%A0%D9%A5%D9%A0%D9%A9%D9%A0%D9%A5%D9%A5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you're looking for someone to pamper and cuddle you, Mo is always there and again free of charges ;D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just pretend that you're crying and he will run to you to offer you the tightest hug you would ever dream about. He will love you most if you will throw him in the air and danced around with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXyTun1MtjI/AAAAAAAAACY/5pmzSMIA7sw/s1600-h/Image594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295269691056240178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXyTun1MtjI/AAAAAAAAACY/5pmzSMIA7sw/s320/Image594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;His kisses are really Heaven-like ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The 1st commentor will get to swim with him, hurry up, hurry up lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-2054662831813166591?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2054662831813166591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=2054662831813166591&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2054662831813166591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/2054662831813166591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/hungry-over-here-please.html' title='Hungry?! Over here please'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXyUFRM5EUI/AAAAAAAAACo/aNAqwWDeTZo/s72-c/%D9%A2%D9%A0%D9%A0%D9%A8%D9%A0%D9%A5%D9%A2%D9%A2%D9%A0%D9%A8%D9%A5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-3229733154605978112</id><published>2009-01-24T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:03:42.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hetler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bounderies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyjamas'/><title type='text'>The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXtyKuoaWfI/AAAAAAAAABw/SM2MLLCyAec/s1600-h/B001N26GFM.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294951315545938418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXtyKuoaWfI/AAAAAAAAABw/SM2MLLCyAec/s320/B001N26GFM.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Lines may divide us, but hope will unite us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My dear bloggers, this is by far, one of the best movies of the year. It's a must see movie, you hear me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This movie made me drown in my own pool of tears. Bruno, the boy with blue sky eyes is simply one of a kind, never like any 8 years old child in his age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's "Germans and Jews war" I know, everybody hates Jews that's a fact but the movie is really awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I give it 10/10 with an Oscar award as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S. Imdb are thinking of the possibility of hiring me as a promoter. I am so excited to accept it but you know, I have to negotiate a bit to show them that I am not an easy girl ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If available as a book, I am so gonna buy it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-3229733154605978112?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3229733154605978112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=3229733154605978112&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3229733154605978112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/3229733154605978112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-in-striped-pyjamas.html' title='The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXtyKuoaWfI/AAAAAAAAABw/SM2MLLCyAec/s72-c/B001N26GFM.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7213761517295619919</id><published>2009-01-23T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:51:30.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXoCqOxSxvI/AAAAAAAAABY/pyIdJHDOztg/s1600-h/B0013J30YU.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294547236470048498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXoCqOxSxvI/AAAAAAAAABY/pyIdJHDOztg/s320/B0013J30YU.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did I just waste an hour and a half watching this movie??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun yet stupid ;D lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Jessica Alba, if you don't have time reading some scripts, don't you have someone wiser than you to read them?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. Justin Timberlake, I have never loved you and thanks to you, I will never do lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7213761517295619919?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7213761517295619919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7213761517295619919&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7213761517295619919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7213761517295619919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-guru.html' title='The Love Guru'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXoCqOxSxvI/AAAAAAAAABY/pyIdJHDOztg/s72-c/B0013J30YU.01.LZZZZZZZ%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-4202112433178246460</id><published>2009-01-22T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:33:15.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tissue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose'/><title type='text'>Mighty Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXidqAiHHgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1F91uEfjvEc/s1600-h/day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294154706997157378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXidqAiHHgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1F91uEfjvEc/s320/day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrrgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are the bestest ever but they are damned in which they have no immunity whatsoever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weekend for God's sake!! I am not supposed to be staying at home lamenting and feeling pity for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I say this, I can't eat, drink, smell neither&lt;br /&gt;B R E A T H E. Although I hate having running nose but a blocked one is a disaster for real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend called and wanted to talk. I simply couldn't for two reasons. First and foremost, I use my mouth to breathe since my nose is blocked. So, how on earth am I going to breathe if I talked?!! Secondly, I sound like an old lady!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whoever calls me, please spare me the call if you ever going to say "Oh, are you sleeping"?!! Can't you tell the difference between a sleeping voice and a sick one!! I hate whoever says that to me!! It gets on my nerves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came to my room asking me to go out shopping with her. I was like "HUH"!!? She said "Yeah shopping". Of course she felt bad when I said I can't. Couldn't she choose another day?! Coudln't she see how tomatoe like my cheeks are? Or how I am laying in bed with two tissue boxes and a trash can next to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S."Flu" Please do whatever you wanna do with me but I beg you don't peel my nose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-4202112433178246460?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4202112433178246460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=4202112433178246460&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4202112433178246460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/4202112433178246460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/mighty-sick.html' title='Mighty Sick'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/SXidqAiHHgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1F91uEfjvEc/s72-c/day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091290170344287919.post-7042862328553123012</id><published>2009-01-21T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:33:52.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zara'/><title type='text'>B R E A T H E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to my pink Ipod, I am currently addicted to these songs. I can't get enough from them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ask me why, just play them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Breathe in water by Anggun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByV3AdP6pj0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByV3AdP6pj0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Breathe by Faith Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eM9vue2V72I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eM9vue2V72I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Breathe easy by Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LG43xLv0dIE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LG43xLv0dIE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.S. I just discovered that all of these songs contain the word "breathe". Is it a connotation that I am suffocating, I guess yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.P.S. Zara, Anggun's song reminds me of you and Fahd whenever I play it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.P.P.S. To everybody who visits my blog for the 1st time, I was here once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hissweetheart.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://hissweetheart.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, congrats for me for moving to blogger ;D. I will be a good girl blogger, I promise ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091290170344287919-7042862328553123012?l=his-sweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7042862328553123012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091290170344287919&amp;postID=7042862328553123012&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7042862328553123012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091290170344287919/posts/default/7042862328553123012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathe-in-water.html' title='B R E A T H E'/><author><name>His Sweetheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871251441021987469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mu--P_TeqcQ/TG7kEJ4PbrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vuChAuowTJs/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry></feed>
