<?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-19640550</id><updated>2011-06-19T11:15:47.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><subtitle type='html'>Illegal in Every State</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-6071588898488538906</id><published>2008-09-13T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:01:27.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da3watkum</title><content type='html'>Plz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alwatan.com.kw/ArticleView/tabid/57/Default.aspx?article_id=445842&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alwatan.com.kw/ArticleView/tabid/57/Default.aspx?article_id=445841&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alwatan.com.kw/ArticleView/tabid/57/Default.aspx?article_id=446374&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-6071588898488538906?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/6071588898488538906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=6071588898488538906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/6071588898488538906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/6071588898488538906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2008/09/da3watkum.html' title='Da3watkum'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-7529726856991106040</id><published>2008-01-18T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:43:18.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>Nobody can ever convince me that i can ever find a better place to live and work in other than home, kuwait...love ya homeee ;* ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why it is, but even with all the problems that ive had with this place, i just love it to death, im sure that if there was ever a patriotism contest i'd be the one to come out on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it has to do with a little trip to london a few years back...but thats another story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember once, ever, having had something genuinely good happen to me here without it crashing and burning brutally in the end...But for some reason i always know that thats what gonna happen and expect it to...but yet keep tricking myself and hoping for that continued good outcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i "know" that things will always continue to be like this no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the reality just hit me today...out of the blue (like really out of the blue as soon as i woke up, cant remember dreaming though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then while sitting in the living room working on a project, my parents started to tell me that it would be a shame for me to stay here where ill never get any encouragement or support for the things im good at. and that right there was a sledgehammer right to my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for like the first time ever, i feel like i could actually get on a plane, go anywhere and never look back&lt;br /&gt;i genuinely felt like there would be no place for me here after graduation, or now for that matter, and all everything i love and worked for would be of no use and a complete waste if i am to stubbornly stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next semester im transferring either to bi3that dakhiliya ib ithn alah, or an abroad scholarship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i still love this place, and dont know how things r like when living abroad, yet i dont care...which leaves me now at a crossroads thinking which turn to take...and im stuttering because, ive been at these kinda crossroads before and havnt exactly made the right choices....deja vu anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-7529726856991106040?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-5410279597164838730</id><published>2007-10-25T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:32:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extension</title><content type='html'>after working my butt off every night into the wee early morning hours on post production for the film project, I was FINALLY glad to be done with it and just in time for the deadline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill yesterday, when the prof walked in and said "guess what, since so many of u still havnt finished ur projects, ive decided to give u all a 2 week extension" @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me7sin tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me7sin: but what about those of us who already finished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prof: weeeeell good for u, but i dont have any extra candy to hand out? *wtf?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so this means all that extra work and tension of trying to get it done on time was for nothing...oh well, in these two weeks i might either continue editing or drastically change the film i have now....ooooor make another one ;$ *yes i am sick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaanyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeere be a few screenshots of the near final composition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RyFDMHxxjaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vYrpKTw6W9c/s1600-h/me7sin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RyFDMHxxjaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vYrpKTw6W9c/s320/me7sin2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125451726449642914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RyFDbXxxjbI/AAAAAAAAABE/a6Ohms4zcRo/s1600-h/me7sin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RyFDbXxxjbI/AAAAAAAAABE/a6Ohms4zcRo/s320/me7sin3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125451988442647986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RyFDj3xxjcI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xo-z5E8ItZo/s1600-h/me7sin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RyFDj3xxjcI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xo-z5E8ItZo/s320/me7sin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125452134471536066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting an idea of what the theme is about? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-5410279597164838730?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/5410279597164838730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=5410279597164838730' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/5410279597164838730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/5410279597164838730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2007/10/extension.html' title='Extension'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RyFDMHxxjaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vYrpKTw6W9c/s72-c/me7sin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-7017105986864831456</id><published>2007-10-04T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:22:25.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a work in very bad progress</title><content type='html'>deadline is 29th october, alah yaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story board and treatment done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RwWfirvg7jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zPttRyH-uRY/s1600-h/DSC00762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RwWfirvg7jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zPttRyH-uRY/s320/DSC00762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117671969782820402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RwWfvrvg7kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ycpFvwtoyh0/s1600-h/DSC00763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RwWfvrvg7kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ycpFvwtoyh0/s320/DSC00763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117672193121119810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes a child can draw better, please save it (@@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mule looking thing behind the guy is actually a truck....mind u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cgi backgrounds partially done&lt;br /&gt;might post some screen shots of several peices and let u peeps vote on which u think is the best one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-7017105986864831456?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/7017105986864831456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=7017105986864831456' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/7017105986864831456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/7017105986864831456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2007/10/work-in-very-bad-progress.html' title='a work in very bad progress'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/RwWfirvg7jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zPttRyH-uRY/s72-c/DSC00762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-6073191381055109794</id><published>2007-03-05T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:54:12.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the time?</title><content type='html'>tifilsif time :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something i've been thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the average human lifespan is aprox how long? 75 yrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;ok well, lets think for a moment&lt;br /&gt;if i sleep around 7-9 hours a day (sometimes more sometimes less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on average, lets say 8 hours&lt;br /&gt;meaning one third of our day is spent sleeping, unconsciously alive, but yet not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats equal to one third of our lives, 25 yrs spent only sleeping...whoa? *mashalah*&lt;br /&gt;25 yrs 5ala9na minhom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the other 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on average during my day for example, i spend around another 8 hours either studying (currently not ;P) or working at a job in the future.....another 25 yrs of the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving me with what? 25 yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what other "obligations?" do i have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets seeee...theres the driving around for everything...on average id say i drive for arouuund 1:30-2 hours daily&lt;br /&gt;5angool 2 ;P which equals aroound 6-7 yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-7 years driving (5ol aiiiih...alah yaster 3ala ma9areef ilbanzeen, no wonder petronet rab7aneen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im left with onlyyyy 18 yrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eat three meals a day, ajma3hum approx = 1 hour a day eating (6al...anah kuwaiti anah (8) il wajba il wa7da sa3a :$ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour everyday = 3 -4 yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im left with around 14 yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7isbaw 7sab 9alatkum, the nature calls (7amam 3azkum alah ;P)...showers, ppl who use gel, girls with make-up, dressing up, homeworks, internet, family conversations, TVVVV, reading blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats way more than 14 yrs im guessing bas male 5ilg a7sib ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes u wonder doesnt it? ;P how can we fit all of what we do in our lives....but i guess thats livin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiiiin conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone ever feels like they have too much time on their hands, IMHO i suggest they think again ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make use of every second Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEEEACE MA FELLOW WANABEEEEEEEES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-6073191381055109794?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/6073191381055109794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=6073191381055109794' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/6073191381055109794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/6073191381055109794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2007/03/got-time.html' title='Got the time?'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116949152528670403</id><published>2007-01-22T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:50:16.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Speech Yo</title><content type='html'>since im too lazy to actually type a whole new post *ulaaaah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill just copy/paste my final speech which i think my prof believes i stole *WALAH I DIDNT* =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;long...but enjooooy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to talk to you about my aspect of life and making peace with reality&lt;br /&gt;First of all, what is reality? Well, it has many definitions, but in general, I believe reality is the distinguishing of real life from fantasies; it is the truth around us, the real world and the physical existence of our being.  &lt;br /&gt;Reality for some people can be at times overwhelming, final exams, due dates, social responsibilities and an accustomed tune of economical and financial worry are only but a few of the everyday realties that we all live with. There is no questioning the fact the these stressful situations combined can in turn create an overwhelming amount of strain and tension for a person, and at times that person would only want to escape that reality by any means necessary. We do have some control over what happens to us, but never can we have complete control. &lt;br /&gt;In this life there are some who consider it to be unfair, why? They claim that since they never asked to be alive in the first place and never agreed to any conditions, then they should not have to follow any guidelines or rules sent forth to live a fulfillfull life, or even live for that matter&lt;br /&gt;But what is life? For those of us who believe in god and the holy books, we perceive life as a test of the worthy whereby the triumphant who have abided by the rules set down by god and enforced by their religion, gain access to there kingdoms in heaven, as for those who don’t, they will have to endue an eternal suffering in the fires of hell.&lt;br /&gt;Yet for those who do not have a religion on which to base their beliefs upon, their task in life is of a more substantially obdurate standpoint. Unlike the believers, they view life as nothing, and predict no afterlife and therefore leaving almost no room for the appreciation of the gift of life, and therefore, they wish it to end as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;The reality of living in this case is, life, as a whole, is hard. But only to those who make it so. You see, all of us have dreams, ambitions and hopes but most of us don’t ever realize that in the end, none of everything that I have just stated even matters. Most of our worries and our financial problems, social obligations, term papers and future developments plans wont benefit us when we’re dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see, the only guarantee that we have in life, is that one-day it will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why view this fact in a negative light?&lt;br /&gt;True, perhaps everything that we ever made in this world will go to waste after we’re gone, and maybe there isn’t anything that awaits us when our souls leave our bodies after death. But how can we be sure? How can anyone claim that there is no heaven when all we see around us are signs of it? Is it possible that an entire eco system complete with oceans, mountains, skies, and millions of different kinds of living organisms all perfected within their own habitats, can this really all happen and be organized by chance? Coincidence? Who knows, if its words of comfort that you are all awaiting to hear, then there aren’t any. However, I will give you one more guarantee, and this is a fact that we all know but do not realize, and that fact is that when life around us ends, and we do cross over into the unknown twilight, all of our doubts, all our dreams hopes and questions, everything will be answered.&lt;br /&gt;There is an old Kuwaiti saying that goes “Everything in its right time and place is sweet”&lt;br /&gt;Why do we worry about and await the things that we cannot prevent. Why worry about the imminent when we can just live the moment?&lt;br /&gt;What is the worse that can come from living our lives and accepting the fact that life only comes once and that it really is precious? &lt;br /&gt; We should focus on the good things in life, the things we do while living, the people we care about and the things that matter. Speaking for myself, if life were a business, I would invest in faith, a religion, a god. In hopes of following the correct guidelines to the best of my ability, and rest assured each night that I do have all seeing eye that watches over me, that there are angels on this earth that come in many shapes and forms which do save me from my actions and guide everyone through to a better path. And that by abiding to those guidelines and maintaining my faith, I will have earned my kingdom in heaven and so I shall gain it.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to some they might claim it as a false approach to life, and that I am throwing it away. But in reality, when a person believes in something so strongly, and surrenders to those beliefs like I have, it allows people like me to take our minds off the things that so many people are confused over and question, leaving us with only the delightful fruits of a precious gift that is life itself. No matter what the situation that you face may be, no matter how tough it may seem, try to focus outside of that problem, and take a look at the big picture, and you’ll see just how small and ridiculous our everyday problems really are. However, it doesn’t mean that we should neglect everything that we currently have based our lives upon, it only means that we continue living in a manner that suits us best and excel in our pursuit of happiness and future greatness, without taking the things that will not emotionally benefit us too seriously. If there is ever a time in which we believe a situation has gone out of our control, all we need to ask ourselves is simply “what’s the worst that could happen?”&lt;br /&gt;Reality bites, as some people would say, but the wounds of reality can only heal if you allow them to. If you accept the fact that the world does not evolve around you, but that you are a part of something that is great and so sophisticated and can only be realized when you have lived your life to the best of your abilities and end it with the notion that you have done everything that you believe was required, seen everything you ever wanted and passed all your knowledge down to the next generations who may follow in your footsteps and find comfort with the story of your life, so that they may have the ability to fulfill theirs if they cannot do it by themselves, then you will have lost nothing, gained everything and cant rest assured that there is nothing left for you here and that you need no longer fear venturing into the next world. This is what I have selected to be my aspect of life and reality, and every individual is free to find their own but with the same goal of being happy, because in the end there is nothing to lose if you do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I urge all individuals to simply take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116949152528670403?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116949152528670403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116949152528670403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116949152528670403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116949152528670403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2007/01/final-speech-yo.html' title='Final Speech Yo'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116732650059953503</id><published>2006-12-28T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T09:21:40.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B B B B B B B Booooooring</title><content type='html'>very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burger boutique anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yala yal 3eed, ta3al very quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TO DO IN KUWAAAAAAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list ur most boring days or moments or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*agi999 eeeeeeeeeeeeede if u guys actually did*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116732650059953503?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116732650059953503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116732650059953503' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116732650059953503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116732650059953503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/12/b-b-b-b-b-b-b-booooooring.html' title='B B B B B B B Booooooring'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116672913559904042</id><published>2006-12-21T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:34:46.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>"How To Save A Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dont have ur wings because u have the ability to make others feel like they're flying instead, ur halo is the circle of love that surrounds u and ur powers lay in urself and ur ability to lift those who r down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infinite thanks and beyond ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116672913559904042?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116672913559904042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116672913559904042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116672913559904042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116672913559904042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/12/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116654950980503445</id><published>2006-12-19T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:48:51.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless tuesday</title><content type='html'>Mix Two sleepless drunks that have only had 3 hours of sleep, who get frustrated after arriving early to a 3 hour class to find it cancelled, and an empty whiteboard....this is the result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: blue writing = fayoora, red = urs truly ;P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1CvvrhasT4"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1CvvrhasT4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tikfa 6a il farg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1633/1432/1600/834566/billboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1633/1432/320/298789/billboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*red writing on the left, squint to get a clearer image*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"men are breif, women are a grief" :$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116654950980503445?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116654950980503445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116654950980503445' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116654950980503445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116654950980503445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleepless-tuesday.html' title='Sleepless tuesday'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116552837424972122</id><published>2006-12-07T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:58:43.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>humour 101</title><content type='html'>just a few pointers ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to be funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - u should know ur boundaries and when to throw a joke, or when u've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting caught up in the moment or if the person ur joking with isnt directly hinting to u that uve crossed ur lines shouldnt make u stop and think before saying/ doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  never joke at a funeral althought it is debatable...somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when it is someone near and dear to u who ur joking with, always know that even the things u consider as "harmeless jokes that both parties will laugh at" could backfire and actually end up shocking them. and its never a good feeling to have someone u really care about being pissed at u, makes u feel like a complete and utter fool and not know what to say afterwards, and when u realise u were wrong u cannot express how sorry u r because the shock of finding out that u wronged them overwhelms u, making u unable to sleep with a clear conscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- even when surrounded by laughter, always pay close attention to facial expressions and tones of voice, only the best of ppl choose not to show their negative emotions to someone they care about, and only the worst of ppl wouldnt notice...try to avoid being the latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if its a total stranger or someone u hate, screw the past points and bad3aw feehum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of class for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116552837424972122?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116552837424972122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116552837424972122' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116552837424972122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116552837424972122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/12/humour-101.html' title='humour 101'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116311654298869261</id><published>2006-11-09T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:58:06.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I accomplished at work</title><content type='html'>Chatted with collegues about random stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with visitors about random stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played pranks on supervisor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had another "yarboo3" bet race....won 3 lost 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disco night, 80's music, dancing in the employee break room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluetooth wave's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pranks by phone to friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pranks by phone to employees at workstations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made this sketch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1633/1432/1600/horsyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1633/1432/400/horsyyyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did a little work here and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phewww   *wipes sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what does everyone else do at work? other than work ofcourse :$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116311654298869261?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116311654298869261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116311654298869261' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116311654298869261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116311654298869261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-have-i-accomplished-at-work.html' title='What have I accomplished at work'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116311406920763366</id><published>2006-11-09T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:57:53.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Corner</title><content type='html'>sawadtay wayhe, oo saweete ile ib bale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shawahtay sim3ite, oo 3awartay galbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisartay feene, oo lawa3tay chabde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghidartay fene, oo 6i7tay min 3eene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walakin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7asasteene ib sh3oor, il7ob il awale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wgaftay ma3ay, oo istaqbalte throofe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab3adtene 3an il shar, oo 3ayashtene shababe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3azalteene min 9oot il mashakil, oo hadeetay a39abe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sama3tene la7an 9ootich, oo ib 9ootich fara7tene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ata ib faragich tibgeen 3azeezte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ata ib a7alme ashoofich yame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shghalte galbe oo fikre oo bale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7obna li ba3th mithale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mu'3amaratna shay thane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ayatna doon ba3a'6 ma tiswa ayame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atsama 9eeda wala ine a3eesh doonich ya 7ayate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma hamne ray il nas, intay ile timaneeta 6ol 3omre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7a9altich oo il mashakil la7igatne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atghalab 3aleehom kilhom 5alich wathqa feene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latgooleen ine bahidich, chithe intay it-heeneene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intay 7obe wintay 9adeeqte.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intay lil tanaqol waseelte.......intay waneete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1633/1432/1600/Copy%20of%2012072006(001).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1633/1432/320/Copy%20of%2012072006%28001%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6awal fragich bil garage, shari3 il 7ob yish-had ya 7abeebat 3omre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itgomeen bil salama... ya nithar 3eene ;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116311406920763366?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116311406920763366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116311406920763366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116311406920763366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116311406920763366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/11/poetry-corner.html' title='Poetry Corner'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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hate it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116301451939872803?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116301451939872803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116301451939872803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116301451939872803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116301451939872803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/11/auk-part-3.html' title='Auk: Part 3'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116284985533725117</id><published>2006-11-06T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:56:54.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT</title><content type='html'>Another post about urs trulyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged by &lt;a href="http://factualfanfare.blogspot.com"&gt;Fayoora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Things I would be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.- If I were a fruit I'd be... poisonous&lt;br /&gt;2.- If I were a colour I'd be... Red&lt;br /&gt;3.- If I were an animal I'd be... a cheetah&lt;br /&gt;4.- If I were a domestic appliance I'd be... a tv&lt;br /&gt;5.- If I were a book I'd be... the da vinci code&lt;br /&gt;6.- If I were a clothing item I'd be... a pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;7.- If I were a jewel / stone I'd be... precious&lt;br /&gt;8.- If I were an object I'd be... a camera&lt;br /&gt;9.- If I were a car I'd be... Ferrari f430 spyder, red with tan interior and black top (F1 transmission) *siiiiiiiigh*&lt;br /&gt;10.- If I were an element I'd be... Water&lt;br /&gt;11.- If I were a tree I'd be... big&lt;br /&gt;12.- If I were a drink I'd be... delato cookies and cream or tha7ya cocktail&lt;br /&gt;13.- If I were an ice cream flavor I'd be... CookiesN'cream&lt;br /&gt;14.- If I were a person I'd be... me&lt;br /&gt;15.- If I were a planet I'd be... neptune&lt;br /&gt;16.- If I were an insect I'd be... annoying, or a dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;17.- If I were a form of public transport I'd be... free, or a Plane&lt;br /&gt;18.- If I were a song I'd be... loud&lt;br /&gt;19.- If I were a movie I'd be... pirates of the caribbean 3 ;P&lt;br /&gt;20.- If I were a season I'd be... mating season&lt;br /&gt;21.- If I were a flower I'd be... gay&lt;br /&gt;22.- If I were a job I'd be... highly paid but unfair&lt;br /&gt;23.- If I were a cartoon I'd be... extremly pornographic...or south park&lt;br /&gt;24.- If I were a place I'd be... the best place to be in&lt;br /&gt;25.- If I were a gift I'd be... grateful&lt;br /&gt;26.- If I were a memory I'd be... unforgetable&lt;br /&gt;27.- If I were a city I'd be... corrupt or vegas&lt;br /&gt;28.- If I were a sense I'd be... common&lt;br /&gt;29.- If I were a game I'd be... endless&lt;br /&gt;30.- If I were a candy I'd be... the global favourite&lt;br /&gt;31.- If I were a time of the day I'd be... morning&lt;br /&gt;32.- If I were an invention I'd be... a mac&lt;br /&gt;33.- If I were a body-part I'd be... painful&lt;br /&gt;34.- If I were a country I'd be... Kuwait&lt;br /&gt;35.- If I were a flavor I'd be... natural&lt;br /&gt;36.- If I were a sport I'd be... boxing&lt;br /&gt;37.- If I were a smell I'd be... nice&lt;br /&gt;38.- If I were a subject I'd be... international politics / introduction to comedy&lt;br /&gt;39.- If I were a flag I'd be... kuwaits&lt;br /&gt;40.- If I were a building I'd be... the tallest&lt;br /&gt;41.- If I were a month I'd be... short&lt;br /&gt;42.- If I were a perfume I'd be... burberry london&lt;br /&gt;43.- If I were a gummy candy I'd be... easily chewable and non-stickable&lt;br /&gt;44.- No question .. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;45.- If I were a toy I'd be... fun&lt;br /&gt;46.- If I were a textile / fabric I'd be... expensive, tough and everlasting&lt;br /&gt;47.- If I were a shape I'd be... equal&lt;br /&gt;48.- If I were an answer I'd be... honoust&lt;br /&gt;49.- If I were a store I'd be... successful&lt;br /&gt;50.- If I were a word I'd be... undefinable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so my answers wernt what they were supposed to be i know, but hey atleast they're true, well some :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag everyone (min zood ile 3inde bil list il7een)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116284985533725117?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116284985533725117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116284985533725117' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116284985533725117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116284985533725117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/11/guess-what.html' title='GUESS WHAT'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116259995585692017</id><published>2006-11-03T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:02:33.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Talk</title><content type='html'>Well no opening statement and no clue on what I am about to talk about but i just thought it might be interesting to see what I'd end up talking about. so ill just keep typing till i feel too tired and bored to continue any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...lets see nooow....life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone i know really hates it and wants it to end, as if it was a torture to them. personally, if i view life from their point of view i wouldnt blame them for thinking so, but then again...i have my own viewpoint and i prefer that thank you very much ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see, when were kids all we ever cared about was having fun, playing and only learning new stuff. and then we'd get older and start having to learn all this other boring stuff when we go to school. after that we'd go on to learn even more boring but at the same time interesting stuff at college......then we work, and work....and work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then what? we get a good job, we get a lot of money, we get famous and we gain respect, buissnesmen acquire land and stocks, army men win wars and medals, bank tellers get their pics in the "employee of the month" board and we're happy when that kind of stuff happens to us...i mean come on, who wouldnt be? but what then? did we forget that we would eventually die and none of it would mean anything afterwards and in our last hours on the death bed we would look back and say "what have i really achieved from life?" u didnt enjoy it thats what u didnt achieve i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my question....why r we happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r we happy that we just spent yrs of our short lives trying to gain a good feeling that would only last us a few moments? or that we just gained something that would make us have to do even more boring work and waste even more yrs of our lives with boring ass stuff JUST so that we could keep our lives they way they r? and not focus more on what we did when we were first brought up into this world? which was having fun and just simply enjoying the gift of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i know i cant say its all wrong. the world in now in order, there r laws, cures for diseases, explosion of information and communication and the inevitable continuation of evolution and the expansion of the creativity of the human mind (south park episodes can be seen on youtube.com, NOW THATS LIVIN')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do ppl strive sooo much to achieve something that they could get very easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.E: a guy wants to be promoted as head of his department, why? because he wants to get better pay, why? because he wants to buy a better car, why? because it would make him look good, why? because he'd be happier that way....huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but isnt there an easier way to reaching ur goal of being "happy"? like bunjee jumping or something (granted, diferent kind of happy but happy never the less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what, thats life, its human nature, its us and it is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call my hypocritical, but im just saying what we all know and chose not to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking for myslef, i am prepared to go through all that for a ferrari f430 ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess in my closing statement...im all for turning any situation into a fun one cause whats the point of keeping it as it is? blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im bored now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: i think whoever came up with the whole "view the glass as half full" mathal anyway? he/she was genius ;P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all i got for "Random Talk" today, and damn im sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i sound like i need therapy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116259995585692017?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116259995585692017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116259995585692017' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116259995585692017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116259995585692017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-talk.html' title='Random Talk'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116259771097188626</id><published>2006-11-03T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:02:17.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things continued</title><content type='html'>51- I need a break from life&lt;br /&gt;52- My favourite place in the world is infront of the main tank at work (aquarium)&lt;br /&gt;53- I still have no idea what im going to do with my life, but i plan on having as much fun as i can before finding out ;P&lt;br /&gt;54- 3a9eer il tha7ya addict (cocktail extra farawla)&lt;br /&gt;55- Today wasnt normal, not even a little bit&lt;br /&gt;56- I am currently a little deprresed, a bit hot tempered and yet cold? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;57- I currently have 6 genuine fresh shark teeth infront of me, and plan on making the biggest 2 into necklaces but no idea how&lt;br /&gt;58- I emptied my phone 3 days ago, wanted to sell it and get the K800i that i wanted, but backed out when i was at the store&lt;br /&gt;59- I havnt shaved in 4 days and i actually got a compliment claiming that it looks better?&lt;br /&gt;60- There are only 4 ppl in the world that i would trust or turn to in an hour of need (outside immediate family)&lt;br /&gt;61- Peer pressure NEVER got to me, but my dad thinks everything i do or choose something is because of peer pressure, thats one of the things that ticks me off the most&lt;br /&gt;62- But in the end he's still my dad and i still luv him though ;P&lt;br /&gt;63- I'm currently extremly nervous about tomorow (alah yaster ;P)&lt;br /&gt;64- I hate asking ppl for help, cause 90% of the time they never do, so i'd much rather not bother ;P&lt;br /&gt;65- I never met either of my grandfathers before they passed away&lt;br /&gt;66- Even though superman isnt my fav character, i really like the logo and what it stands for&lt;br /&gt;67- My fav comedian of all time is George W. Bush Jr&lt;br /&gt;68- I once punched my teacher, the bastard punched back...hard&lt;br /&gt;69- My first crush was on my 3rd grade history teacher...I spit on her husband ;P&lt;br /&gt;70- I also spat on the doctors face when he tried to give me my first real big needle shot at age 7, it took three nurses, my mother and the doc to hold me down&lt;br /&gt;71- He's still my doctor and he still hasnt forgotten about it&lt;br /&gt;72- I hate my fucking car dealership&lt;br /&gt;73- I love morning outings and drives but hate waking up in the morning and feeling sleepy&lt;br /&gt;74- I believe im going to fail this course because i havnt focused on anything yet&lt;br /&gt;75- For some reason i dont miss my brothers that much at all who have been studying abroad for years =/&lt;br /&gt;76- There's a gift that i got from 2001, which i still havn't opened and lost 2 weeks ago (not that concerned)&lt;br /&gt;77- I just sneezed&lt;br /&gt;78- I've accomplished so much more than what friends my age have, but have so much less to show for it&lt;br /&gt;79- Atshayash ibsir3a with certain stuff ;P&lt;br /&gt;80- I'm posting this now cause the person i usually enjoy chatting with every night isnt online for the first time and I'm REALLY BORED&lt;br /&gt;81- I'm running out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;82- I miss my friend in the UK and cant wait for him to get back here ;P&lt;br /&gt;83- I've shared a room with my brother all my life, and I make sure I keep every last thing exactly how he leaves it after every visit, even his bed sheets and the stuff he leaves lying around, and even the position the cuboard door is in...I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I DO THAT AND IT FRUSTRATES ME&lt;br /&gt;84- In my whole life there has never been anything that I have never been able to get off my mind...untill these past few months, and each time that thought poped up i felt calmer in whatever situation i was in&lt;br /&gt;85- I think my list sucks but I'll try to keep going&lt;br /&gt;86- Can't wait till i reach #90 on this list&lt;br /&gt;87- I only have 3 more to go&lt;br /&gt;88- 2 more&lt;br /&gt;89- 1 more&lt;br /&gt;90- I've reached number 90, someone give me a kiss&lt;br /&gt;91- My god havn't i said enough&lt;br /&gt;92- I wonder why it has to be 100? why not 67 or some number like that? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;93- I'm addicted to cracking my neck, knuckles, back ect&lt;br /&gt;94- My favourite steak is Ritz's fillet steak (side dish - 7omos with la7am and chicken cream soup for starters)&lt;br /&gt;95- I...*bUrp*&lt;br /&gt;96- I just realised I've been humming a gay song for the past 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;97- 17 was the best age for me&lt;br /&gt;98- I dont learn much from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;99- Now that I'm FINALLY near the end, all these facts about me start to pop out&lt;br /&gt;100- I have reached 100 wagi9 eede itha fe a7ad gara all the above word for word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116217591049777865</id><published>2006-10-29T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:56:38.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME ME ME</title><content type='html'>well since theres nothing else better to post about, time for a "100 things about me post"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go: 100 things about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Im 18&lt;br /&gt;2- my shoe size is 43-44&lt;br /&gt;3- if i get sick its always something extremly rare&lt;br /&gt;4- i hate chevrolet&lt;br /&gt;5- i love movies&lt;br /&gt;6- my fav movie of all time is pirates of the carribean&lt;br /&gt;7- i am extremly superstitious&lt;br /&gt;8- i still believe that my high school principal stole my puma gym socks&lt;br /&gt;9- a really hot girl once farted infront of me when i was in a line, and then walked away shaking&lt;br /&gt;10- my favourite color is blue&lt;br /&gt;11- the car i would love to own and prefer even over a buggati veyron is a ferrari f430 spyder&lt;br /&gt;12- i love it when girls fight, i believe the joy from it is a cure for cancer&lt;br /&gt;13- i luv/hate my job&lt;br /&gt;14- im currently really bored&lt;br /&gt;15- i was born in california, and only visited it in 2 summers&lt;br /&gt;16- i never ate sushi&lt;br /&gt;17- all the males in my family r military, im the first to go to college and that wasnt wat i wanted&lt;br /&gt;18- i've been single all my life, it hasnt been that bad actually&lt;br /&gt;19- theres a cockroach under my table right now&lt;br /&gt;20- i just killed it with a phone cord&lt;br /&gt;21- bugs scare the shit out of me btw&lt;br /&gt;22- anything with too many skinny legs and crawls scares me&lt;br /&gt;23- i do not live a perfect life and i wouldnt have it any other way&lt;br /&gt;24- my dad expects too much from me, my mom is my angel on earth&lt;br /&gt;25- im the 3rd of 4 in the sibling chain&lt;br /&gt;26- i cant believe im only on number 26&lt;br /&gt;27- my fav shwarma place is kurdo&lt;br /&gt;28- i hate auk for so many reasons, and also because i didnt wanna be there in the first place&lt;br /&gt;29- my GPA is 3.6 and i couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;30- i wanted to major in archeology after i couldnt become a pilot, but even that isnt working out&lt;br /&gt;31- i know there isnt a real bright future for archeology in kuwait, but i still sure would like to major in it&lt;br /&gt;32- i once was chased by a dog when i poked it with a stick, the dog bit some guy trying to divert him away from me&lt;br /&gt;33- i joke too much at times and it makes ppl sad&lt;br /&gt;34- fuck whoever i make sad due to joking&lt;br /&gt;35- im a fan of natural beauty on girls no matter how they look like, no nail polish no dye and without too much make up&lt;br /&gt;36- im planning on getting a snoy ericcson w800i ASAP&lt;br /&gt;37- i never had the best relationships with my brothers, even before they both went abroad&lt;br /&gt;38- i laughed my ass off once at a funeral once, and ended up making everyone in the room laugh as well, cant remeber why i did that in the first place&lt;br /&gt;39- im always late, im cold about that&lt;br /&gt;40- i started driving at the age of 15 and never got into trouble&lt;br /&gt;41- but now i drive like a maniac and have had countless accidents, some i didnt know about untill i get a call from the police by someone who wrote down my plate number&lt;br /&gt;42- i once forgot a friend and came back to get him 4 hours later when i discovered his phone in my car and remebered that he was riding with me, he was left in the desert lema kina ga3deen insheel the last of the mu5ayam, we're not friends anymore&lt;br /&gt;43- i have been in a motorcycle accident when was 11 and my shoulder still cracks whenever i fold my arms&lt;br /&gt;44- i barely get enough sleep these days&lt;br /&gt;45- im lazy, put everything off and do everything at the last minute, who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;46- i dont smoke&lt;br /&gt;47- the presents that i cherish the most r also the cheapest and smallest, and the ppl who gave them to me still cant believe i have them&lt;br /&gt;48- ppl always tell me that they thought i was exactly the opposite of who i am when they first met me, i guess i give off a bad first impression&lt;br /&gt;49- its 5:30 am now oo mu5e gafal, and i have to be at work at 9:00 (fat chance)&lt;br /&gt;50- i know who's gonna be the first to read this and i wanna say u REALLY DO mean a lot, and plz make sure i wake up before 8 ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list to be continued later, goodnight for now ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116155916570144270</id><published>2006-10-22T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:56:23.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT'S Comedy</title><content type='html'>Scare Tactics, a hidden camera TV show that scares the living shit out of people for fun, and i mean SCARE ;P and the reactions are unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wi7na ga9een 3aleena ib 9adooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfXrzQepdY8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfXrzQepdY8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlrU-BKk3lM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlrU-BKk3lM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more vids go here ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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(fuddruckers)...by the time we got there...good god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - mwa3ad...bil madresa ile yam il fir3, yaw 3 dawreyat oo hazi2aw omin yabat-hom ;P ...il bint ga3da bil sayara egoolaha fit7ay il bab, tabche witgool mabe WAHAHAH ...falaw 3gb ni9 sa3a or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - g7aab (3azkom alah) la2 9ij g7ab rasme 3eene 3eenik ya3ne, miniskirts, 7afar, ki7il lema il yabha, 7umra lema il 5ashim ect... all in groups and all in freakin' SUV's...shay shay walah ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - 6ab3an dam ina fe #2 there's bound to be....u guessed it...5irfan ;P (wechalim gloobhom) 3ala kil sayara feeha banat...walah bidoon mubala'3a 5 mwater shabab warahom...7eelkom feehom ya shabab LOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what to do for fun when u have the following combination: waneet, CD jalsat oo sound system, 8 REALLY bored guys, 9eedat all around oo ma95ara 7awaleena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first it7amil il rabi3 kilhom bil body 3gb ma ya6liboon minik ib kil adab, drive them around yitma95iroon 3ala il 9eedat oo get them to the jam3iya 7ag 3a9eer iltha7ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1633/1432/320/333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next, get them all relaxed, refreshed and bored and ask if they'd like to go faster this time bas on more open streets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1633/1432/320/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which they all agree to do.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;put the fear of god into their hearts since u have nothing else better to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1633/1432/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i can pretty much guarantee that it'll be a while gabil la a7ad yirkab il body mara thanya &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the end nobody cried and it was a good laugh &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; although one of the guys juice bottle slipped and soaked the rest of them ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*note: thankfully nobody was hurt or killed during this gazra night, cops were nowhere to be found, this was done by lucky ass partially drunk semi-professionals, plz  do not try this at home*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regret of the day: Not having taken a pic of their faces while driving ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116105340675070504?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116105340675070504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116105340675070504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116105340675070504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116105340675070504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116096376431480219</id><published>2006-10-15T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:55:17.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Concerns</title><content type='html'>Should Be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- College&lt;br /&gt;- Health&lt;br /&gt;- Getting better grades and focus on studies / Organise&lt;br /&gt;- Getting up on time by sleeping early and not be late for work or lectures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these are my real concerns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Getting a new set of rims and offroad tires / modding truck&lt;br /&gt;- 2nd generation macbook pro by december&lt;br /&gt;- sony ericsson W800i&lt;br /&gt;- Finding a way to fund the above three ASAP&lt;br /&gt;- dishadeesh for 3eed&lt;br /&gt;- reservations for shaleeh for 3eed&lt;br /&gt;- getting out of having to work in 3eed&lt;br /&gt;- eating healthier foods after 3eed (dash 3ar'6 adre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life goes on =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116096376431480219?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116096376431480219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116096376431480219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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JaAaAAcCcCkKkk SpPArRrRoOoOooOOwWWwWWWww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oblonline.de/standee_sparrow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.oblonline.de/standee_sparrow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116096309080698078?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116096309080698078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116096309080698078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116096309080698078'/><link rel='self' 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height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116088355642774430</id><published>2006-10-14T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:54:35.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabber Time</title><content type='html'>Well here's the thing, u see about a month or so ago (longer actually) i had a slight car accident which i was legally found to be the victim (even though the guy i hit was my friend and we were actually racing, and it was me who hit him while he was idle on purpose blah blah) ....well anyway, i got insurance and i want to fix the ding on my car, but apparently the mu7aqiq il 7mar (alahuma ine 9ayim) wrote one word wrong on the paper that made my insurance company say "la2aaa lazim tirga3 7a2 il mu7a2i2 ile 3amalak il wara2a deeh, we9ali7 '3al6ito"....2 months later, mane gader a9eeda (ok honoustly i cant bother going back)......................so....i went yesterday to the dasman place madre shino (got lost while trying to find a shortcut to soog sharg, saw the building and said what the heck ill stop by)...and i found some other guy at his desk, giltla yam3awaaaad kilma wa7daaaaa 9ali7lina eyaaha tikfaaa...egoole la lazim il mu7aqiq nafsa.......NA3AM? wil7al ya3ne?.....chan egool "walah shoof wild 3ami, ehya ag9aha kilma wa7daaaaaih ay wakt esaweelik eyaha bas ta3al lema ekoon imdawim... ya5e walah 5abna int ana 3inde qatheyat iqti9ab jnoos hne yayne int weya wrigtik tabene afathe 3omre (i think to myself: ay fathe imga7i6 wild imga7i6 yi'3ti9ible jnoos, 5ali9aw il banat?) ....*ok back to reality*.....chan agoola, ee shda3wa awadim ile mi'3ta9beenhum, jnoos 7uthalat il mujtama3 ana awla.....thi7ak il mu7aqiq....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says: shoof, ehya ma feeha shay tara il salfa kilaha wagfa 3ala ism sharikat il ta2meen ile imsajilha 9a7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say: ee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says while shaking his hand across the air: eeeeh ish6ibha oo iktib yamha il ism il 9ije oo wada il ta2meen oo fook 3omrik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think: heyaaaaa forgery oo il MU7AQIQ yabeene azawer wriga rasmeya qanoneya...la bilah kadeena 5eer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say: walah? zeen zeen yam3awad, 3ayal 6al 3omrik ana 5a6e zbala wint ib karama bil 3arabe...mumkin taktibha int?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il mu7aqiq etani7 @@ wegoooool: la la....aaah....la yuba ma95a il salfa chithe...3ad gilna hatha lakin mu chithe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhwa: fe shay thane ba3ad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mu7aqiq: RAJUUUUU...JEEB JEEEB MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me thinking: @@ 5olga7ba (ba3d ilf6oor 6ab3an) hatha ile bewadirne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mu7aqiq: fe shay thane? gilnalik salfa ma feeha shay...7ayak alah *points to the door, i walk out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inzeen itha ma feeha shay shfeek tana7t lema giltlik int iktibha? eeeeh ma 3aleeh.... so, to forge or not to forge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah screw it...forge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116088355642774430?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116088355642774430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116088355642774430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116088355642774430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116088355642774430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/10/blabber-time.html' title='Blabber Time'/><author><name>Me7sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209410483127474078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSAKT1XiDws/SplVOaynxlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sT9LNYvt7cA/s1600-R/s-logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19640550.post-116088102442495769</id><published>2006-10-14T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:54:24.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shallow Moment: Mac's iChick Magnet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/w9YNhs-RSs4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the shiny aluminum case and the Apple logo doesnt attract those hotties at Second Cup, one of these hyperactive kitties should&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19640550-116088102442495769?l=me7sin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/feeds/116088102442495769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19640550&amp;postID=116088102442495769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116088102442495769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19640550/posts/default/116088102442495769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me7sin.blogspot.com/2006/10/shallow-moment-macs-ichick-magnet-if.html' 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