<?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-29749103</id><updated>2011-09-01T00:22:08.398-12:00</updated><title type='text'>LuLu's 5aRbe6aTioNs</title><subtitle type='html'>i really doubt that im thinking..but if im doubting does that mean im thinking?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-117388728490051555</id><published>2007-03-14T04:46:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T04:48:04.916-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IT'S FUNNY HOW &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CAN BE SOMETIMES&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/29749103-117388728490051555?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/117388728490051555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=117388728490051555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/117388728490051555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/117388728490051555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-funny-how-best-friends-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-116898827478764427</id><published>2007-01-16T10:43:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:35:04.240-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first lyrics u ever made me read&lt;br /&gt;Here they r&lt;br /&gt;i have always wanted to give them to u when u leave&lt;br /&gt;it just seems too fast that the moment has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you&lt;br /&gt;There's something that I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we did, the things we said&lt;br /&gt;Keep coming back to me and make me smile again&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's good in me I owe to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the distance that's between us&lt;br /&gt;Now may seem to be too far&lt;br /&gt;It will never seperate us&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I know you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gone, never far&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is where you are&lt;br /&gt;Always close, everyday&lt;br /&gt;Every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Even though for now we've gotta say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be forever in my life (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Never gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone these empty streets&lt;br /&gt;There is not a second you're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;The love you gave, the grace you've shown&lt;br /&gt;Will always give me strength and be my cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Somehow)Somehow you found a way&lt;br /&gt;To see the best I have in me&lt;br /&gt;As long as time goes on&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you that you will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gone, never far&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is where you are&lt;br /&gt;Always close (always close)&lt;br /&gt;Everyday (everyday)&lt;br /&gt;Every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Even though for now we've gotta say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be forever in my life (in my life yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gone from me&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I believe (I believe)&lt;br /&gt;I will see you somewhere down the road again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gone, never far&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is where you are&lt;br /&gt;Always close (always close)&lt;br /&gt;Everyday (everyday)&lt;br /&gt;Every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Even though for now we've gotta say goodbye (yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be forever in my life (in my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gone, never far&lt;br /&gt;In my heart (in my heart is where) is where you are (you are)&lt;br /&gt;Always close, everyday&lt;br /&gt;Every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gone, never far&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is where you are&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-116266124330646903</id><published>2006-11-04T05:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:27:23.316-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just flunked my first test in uni. it feels great especially that its a writing test n we've gotten to WRITING AT THE SENTENCE LEVEL...but the exam was so stupid n confusing n so UNCLEAR....screw all the english dept. teachers n their head.&lt;br /&gt;I'M PISSSSSSSSSSSED!!&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck with the rest of the tests :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.It's all in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's real...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can feel the pain&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;n it's killing 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/29749103-116111292587003097?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/116111292587003097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=116111292587003097' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/116111292587003097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/116111292587003097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-all-in-your-head.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-116076047866950940</id><published>2006-10-13T04:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T05:27:59.023-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just RaNdOmZ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take away all ur pain...because i would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much going on in my head...its gonna explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to feel...i dont even know what im supposed to be feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to buy a shirt for that skirt im gonna wear in 3eed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get the N80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a school bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arwa is being mysterious and its getting on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ex best friend sent me a msg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro cant make up his mind about his room furniture and when i went with him i got all these ideas now i wanna change my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna exchange glasses with my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im reading the ghost n its so boring so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop day dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i changed but shahd doesnt think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my cbox bcz i reset my template n i dont feel like putting another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my old friends is getting married in nov. 3rd and another in december..its scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona wants me to throw a surprise party for reem at her place but i saaid no bcz i dont wanna go to her house i think she hates me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my writing teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im making new friends in college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss mariam so much i have no clue where she is right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl have really weird names on MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know whoz najla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does email go when we die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to sign on my MSN when i die n tell everyone that LuLu is dead 3ashan yd3ooli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin is in seatle...i wanna go to america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to playing spider solitaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that hello kitty T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna ride a bike outside in the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till its winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make a corn salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch the proud family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone i thought was dead showed up today n i smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my family back in jedda n makka i cant wait to see them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i saw my mom's mom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internet on my laptop doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss moody although i saw him yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can touch my head n rub my tummy at the same time i dont know whats so hard about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer yellow light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl are just so SELFISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i neeed to renew my anti-virus it keeps popping up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-116076047866950940?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/116076047866950940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=116076047866950940' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/116076047866950940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/116076047866950940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-randomz.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115868883866700050</id><published>2006-09-19T05:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:00:38.846-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss school!&lt;br /&gt;i swear i miss every single thing in that school including STUDYING!&lt;br /&gt;jam3a (KSU) is so stupid we still havent started classes yet! i mean get a life we should have started already! and the annoying thing is u come to class and the teacher doesnt feel like showing up so u think u can grab the door n leave? NOPE sorry u cant leave b4 12 i mean what the hell ur just stuck there doing absolutely NOTHING and all ur day is gone 3ala rotting under the sun NOTE TO SELF * I need to start wearing sunglasses* but i cant help it i dont like seeing the world ela with the natural colors plus i cant not wear my all time favorite pair of chanel glasses *THEY"RE SO HOT* anyhoo the worst is yet to come..today we were supposed to go to our first arabic class (YUK) so  in my schedule it says that its in building 9.. so i go there n all the room numbers start with 7..so i go back n check the number outside the buildingand it still said 9..i mean if it was 9 shouldnt the numbering be starting with a 9?anyway so its like a puzzle i have to find room 927 but i think its like a magical thing so it disappears when it doesnt feel like letting anyone in...anyway so i decide to go upstairs maybe the numbering goes up each floor so i go n its still starting with 7's..so A volunteers to go looking for it in the other floors and i waited for her on the 1st floor..so she goes up and she starts calling me n her voice is like shaky n stuff so im like whats wrong n shes like lulu theres this big scary machine kitha exposed without anything to like back ppl off it wala shaywe do have safety measures dont we? so anyway when she comes back down we discover a door at the end of the hallway so we head to it and there r stairs but theyre not like normal u know the metal stairs the ones they put in amusement parks next to the rides? ya those well so we go upp and its so scary n we walk and then there r stairs n u go down a few steps just to find ur class there waiting for u with all its ugliness so the first thing u see on the door is a sign that says the teacher is sorry but he cant come but i really do appreciate him telling us so we could leave without waiting not like the other teachers who dont come period anyway now i know how much better my school was i mean i used to think it was a strict shool n everything bss now i know it was like heaven seriously i miss living that life..i miss bringing shahi (tea) to ilmadrasa evryday n have a lil picnic with my friendsi miss every single girl in my class let alone my friends..uh its so annoying i just wanna be in an english environment n i'll be fine hose girls look at me n A when we r talking in english like we r aliens or something..i try to speak in arabic but i cant help it its not like they dont english i know they do but they think if u speak it all the time without a necessity or something like ur so westernized n all that crap..&lt;br /&gt;i have to tell u about this girl shes so annoying n malgoofa ukh..we were sitting in class waiting for the never showing teacher ..n the class is huge n not many girls shwed up so she wants to sit next to me n A..so i thought she was nice n let her have the seat my bag was sitting on (now i think my bag desrved it more) so shes like wow u guys speak english we r like umm ya n shes like how come so we have to tell her the whole story n she wants to know every single detail and the idea of being english educated like shocks her anyhoo when we were about to leave home A calls her driver to come pick us up and shes like what? wat did u say to him? n im like what do u want seriously shes so nosy!ukh i just hate ppl like that so now im like trying to avoid her..me n A are working on strategies on how to plan our seating so that we wont have to sit next to her or let her sit next to us..n this post is so like long i know but im like fed up seriouslythis is only my 2nd week and i've faced all this i wonder what i'll have to see by the time i finish my 7th year...i feel like i can go on on n on about this n never shutup...God help LuLu =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115868883866700050?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115822096283423227</id><published>2006-09-13T19:57:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:02:42.843-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LuLu's back&lt;br /&gt;......n feeling blue =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115822096283423227?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115822096283423227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115822096283423227' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115822096283423227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115822096283423227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/09/lulus-back.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115628167003257609</id><published>2006-08-22T09:15:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:21:10.066-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooo,,,LuLu is gonna be heading off to spain today so...&lt;br /&gt;Miss me :P&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115628167003257609?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115628167003257609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115628167003257609' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115628167003257609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115628167003257609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/08/hellooolulu-is-gonna-be-heading-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115583142401727144</id><published>2006-08-17T04:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T04:17:04.020-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she couldnt believe in her own words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she was so ecouraging telling everyone to be so optimistic and cheerful and see the cup half full...she was always trying to be positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But when it came to the person who she values with all her heart...it all vanished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;her strong motivating words and her strong spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;today she is depressed and feeling hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she tried... but she couldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;she couldnt believe in her own words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115583142401727144?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115583142401727144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115583142401727144' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115583142401727144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115583142401727144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-she-couldnt-believe-in-her-own.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115387008935271525</id><published>2006-07-25T11:15:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:23:45.673-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAVE U EVER HAD.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A STEAMING HOT PEANUTBUTTER MAYO AND FISH SANDWITCH..TOPPED WITH A CHERRY? AND SERVED WITH SHERBET ICE CREAM ON THE SIDE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ITS SO GOOD...IF U HAVENT TRIED IT THEN U HAVE NOT TASTED THE REAL FOOD YET!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS* I CAN GIVE U THE RECIPE IF U WANT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115387008935271525?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115387008935271525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115387008935271525' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115387008935271525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115387008935271525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-u-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115343728734876198</id><published>2006-07-20T10:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:12:26.396-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KSU.. 3ajab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its like i get accepted n im all excited n stuff then im just sitting down n chillinwith ma sis ... n im not exactly the girly girl kinda girl .. so my sis goes&lt;br /&gt;her: "sudu" &lt;~~ my nickname dont ask&lt;br /&gt;me: ya&lt;br /&gt;her: u have to cut ur hair&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm i'll think about it&lt;br /&gt;her: u have to&lt;br /&gt;me: what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;her: u have to do something with ur hair put some shape to it&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm it doesnt really matter&lt;br /&gt;her: it does in college&lt;br /&gt;me: whatever its just gonna be tied in a pony tail anyway&lt;br /&gt;her: like that just pulled back??&lt;br /&gt;me: yes just like in school&lt;br /&gt;her: ewww lulu..&lt;br /&gt;me: malik da5al&lt;br /&gt;her: oo inshallah u'll take that nike bag&lt;br /&gt;me: umm y not?&lt;br /&gt;her: cuz nobody does&lt;br /&gt;me: aha&lt;br /&gt;her: ya n we have to get u clothes&lt;br /&gt;me: what? why?&lt;br /&gt;her: u cant wear ur T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;me: y not?&lt;br /&gt;her: cuzz&lt;br /&gt;her: oo kaman lulu ur gonna put like ko7l n lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;me: nooooo&lt;br /&gt;her: min jediik?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes&lt;br /&gt;her: y&lt;br /&gt;me: 3ashan mani fathya kil morning i wake up n look all fancy to go to skool&lt;br /&gt;her: wallah ur weird&lt;br /&gt;me: its ok i like it ..just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;min jed these girls are just so weird? i dunno kaif yjeehom nafs lil so called "kash5a" min 9eb7 allah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115343728734876198?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115343728734876198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115343728734876198' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115343728734876198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115343728734876198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/07/ksu.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115315516889740273</id><published>2006-07-17T04:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T04:52:48.906-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to all the lebanese people...&lt;br /&gt;allah ykoon ma3akom oo ye7meekom inshallah ...&lt;br /&gt;allah ya5eth ilyahooood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Zayna: i miss u and inshallah ure safe..i wish i could get to u :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115315516889740273?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115315516889740273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115315516889740273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115315516889740273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115315516889740273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-post-is-dedicated-to-all-lebanese.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115290820354924195</id><published>2006-07-14T08:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:19:12.483-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Blonde Jokes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Q: Why did the blonde get fired from the M&amp;amp;M factory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because she was throwing out all the W's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Q: What did the blonde say when she opened a box of cherios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh look daddy...donut seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Q: There was a brunette and a blond on the top of a building. The decided to jump off and race to the bottom. Who won? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the brunette..the blonde had to stop for directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Q: Why didn't the blonde go to Disney World?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;when she got off the freeway she saw a sign Disney World Left so she turned around and went home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Q: How do u know a blonde has been on the computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because there is white out all over the screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115290820354924195?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115290820354924195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115290820354924195' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115290820354924195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115290820354924195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/07/blonde-jokes.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115237005917700870</id><published>2006-07-08T02:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:47:39.190-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;FeElinG for OthErs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today i wento sultan bin 3bdel3azeez huminitarian city..it was such a nice experience i got to go to the pediatrics place and saw all the &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lil cute innocent kids doing their physio therapy..it was so touching..we gave out gifts and candy..and it just feels so good to see them smile..but what annoyed me the most was that some of the inpatient kids (the ones who sleep in the place) are there with their MAIDS..i just cant believe a mom or dad leaving their kids with a maid to take care of them for like around 8 weeks..its just like 7aram u know like u should be here with ur kid &amp;amp; u r somewhere wandering..ok i know its like ppl have other responsibilities and cant just take care of one child and leave the other..but imagine this we asked one of the maids as to why the child's mom doesnt even come to visit and shes like because she says she has alot of weddings in the summer...just imagine having ur kid going through all the pain alone and u r enjoying urself and dancing in a wedding..it justs puzzles me how they can just have the heart to do that !!&lt;/span&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/29749103-115237005917700870?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115237005917700870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115237005917700870' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115237005917700870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115237005917700870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-for-others-today-i-wento.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115210338425040498</id><published>2006-07-05T00:40:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:43:04.263-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All it takes for Evil to Succeed.. is for Good people to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;OTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/29749103-115210338425040498?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115210338425040498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115210338425040498' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115210338425040498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115210338425040498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-it-takes-for-evil-to-succeed.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115187436855882400</id><published>2006-07-02T07:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:06:51.190-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tagged by Nourah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;i have to write 20 facts about myself and tag 5 other ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;ok so here we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1-i baby talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2- i love to argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3- i'm a good speaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4- i hate shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5- i dont watch TV,,ya3ni i'd never go turn it on but if it is i would watch a lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6- i dont listen to music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7- i value friendship alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8- im the baby of the family although i am # 4 out of 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9- i love endoomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10- i dont like sweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11- i love post-it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12- i occasionally dress up and wear make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13- i dont own a hair brush (@ least i dont think i need one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14- im an aunt of the cutest nephew alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15- i love rice (yes i do n my friends call me endonoseya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16- i love reading mystery books (The harry potters are my best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;17- i dont have great expectations so that i wont end up frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18- im a morning person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;19- i love green tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;20- i used to have braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;1- La Brazillian Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;2-chocoholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;3- im no heroine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;4- a daydreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;5- Amani (sorry just this time :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115149178578385146</id><published>2006-06-27T22:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:06:10.666-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Where were you 1 hour ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in KSU (jam3at ilmalk s3ood) taking my entrance exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Who will be your next kiss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaah...oo ba3dain..3aib 5ala9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis's pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.When is the last time you went to the mall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm like a week ago...i've been studying oo a9lan i hate something called shopping i only go there for fun like with friends or something or to EAT (HMMMM) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Who was the last person u sms'd?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nourah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.What are you wearing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my famous DKNY red pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Where were you last week on Saturday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the stupid course preparing for the stupidest entrance exam :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. When was the last time you ran?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno probably in a long time...its summer u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What's the last sporting event you watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of Brazil and Ghana W.cup game..it wuz juss on and i was sitting i wasnt really watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. whats ur favorite class?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i enjoy biology but coming to grades islamic and arabic since i always get full grades in those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Your dream vacation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jusss take me anywhere in the states where there are theme parks and i'll be the happiest person alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Last 3 people's houses you were in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shooshittaa,, rurittaa,, and i dunno 4gots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you miss anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mom my dad my sis and my bro and my friend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.What are your plans for today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep sleep and sleep then probably go out to dinner wid my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What do you want to know about the future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i be a doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. How old do you want to be when you have kids?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont really want any for right now lol but u know whatever THATS if i decide to get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you collect anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST-ITs i just got the star ones they are SOOOO cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you like hot sauce?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Who do you have a crush on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? :S n u care because?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What is your mood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna relaaaaaaaaaaaax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Are you someone's best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that at this age we have passed the stage of saying "WE R BEST FRIENDS FOREVER" and wear BEST and FRIEND bracelets ..its the time when our actions and saying and feelings speak it...so yes.. i think i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115149178578385146?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115149178578385146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115149178578385146' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115149178578385146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115149178578385146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged-1.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115071351948329487</id><published>2006-06-18T22:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:38:39.490-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DISTURBING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok where would u go if u need to go to a hospital here in saudi? i'd tell u what i did ...i went to al7abib medical center which is supposingly supposed to be one of the best places with the most experienced doctors...WRONGGGGGG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets switch now to a btter place a new hospital ""kingdom hospital""...again this is even supposed to be a better hospital u know where they can do the MOST COMPLICATED CASES with the professional doctors...ok this might be the case but i was again WRONGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;simply because they have the worst administration ever! there is no commmunication between doc. and the administration...i had to play hide n seek with my perscribtion for a whole god damn week...and @ the end it was the same medecine i  was given at al7babib which i already mentioned to the doc. ""DID NOT WORK"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so we get sick of this and someone ""ME"" is desperate to find a solution so my family asks a family doc. about what we can do about this so the advice was the these places are only after money and so try to go to a 7koomi hospt. so i listen to the advice n i go today which was again WRONGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? simply because the building goes back to i would probably give it the 1800's?? no lol im being sarcastic now wallah i would give it 50 years old...the machines are extra old and CRAPPY...the waiting room for God's sake is the storage room...i was sitting to some stinky old filing cabinets and surgery tables!!!!!! i mean what kind of a hospital is that? this is without mentioning our beautiful way of dealing w/ ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean its just really sad...these public places should be served better...i dont think our govt. lacks the money or even is not willing to spend money on such things...i mean they are promising each team member in the world cup to get a million dollars &lt;&lt;or&gt;&gt; if they got to the finals.. so im sure they'd wanna help the sick poor people of this country..dont u think? the question is who is in the way of our progress? is it ignorance or greed? its just really confusing to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i almost forgot the main Q...what would u do if u faced what i faced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SAD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115071351948329487?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115071351948329487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115071351948329487' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115071351948329487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115071351948329487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/06/disturbing-ok-where-would-u-go-if-u.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115044751857128384</id><published>2006-06-15T20:31:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:45:18.583-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;WHAT’S UP WITH THAT POLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was like any other day of my fourth grade year. It was a school day; I finished my homework and had absolutely nothing to do. “Oh 3omar hurry up we have to get going!” I heard my mother call out to my little brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was taking him to get his new glasses, so I got ready to join them, and meet her at the door, so she’ll have no choice but to take me with her. But when I met her at the door, she didn’t agree to take me. Frustrated, I went to where my old sister was sitting, she was in my father’s office, studying for her test the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In my father’s office there was a metal railing that swirled around a pole. In the upper part of the pole, there were two holes. I didn’t really know what they were for, but I guessed they were for some wire extensions or something. So as I was bored and hopeless, I sat on the upper-most staircase step. To my left, I saw the pole and the holes. Interested in whether my fingers would meet inside the pole, I excitedly entered both my index fingers into each hole, to my delight, they did meet inside, except when I tried to take my finger out, and it didn’t budge. “Uh-oh” I thought to myself. It’s stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Wafaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”, I shouted at my older sister, “My finger is not coming out”, “stop your little silly pranks little kid”, was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;“I swear to God it won’t come out”, “leave me alone”, she answered. “I have a test tomorrow”.&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to take it out myself, but then my finger started to hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I once again sought help. “Wafa, I’m serious, my finger is stuck” I said with a low voice now, tears filling my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She hurried towards me, and tried to pull my hand out; still it didn’t move an inch. Scared and terrified, she went to look for help, but mother had not returned yet, and father was at the masjed (y9ali il3esha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she reached for the phone to call one of the neighbors, she heard the door open. She ran, it was mother, “she came back” I heard her say from the distance. "mama, Lulu's finger is stuck in the staircase"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; “What are you talking about?” my mother exclaimed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“I swear, come I’ll show you”.  She pulled her by the arm and brought her to the scene. She pointed up at me “you see!” My mother instantly ran to the restroom next door, grabbed a soap bar and some water in a bucket. She tried to put some soap around my finger so it would slide out, but the soap could not reach it. The hole was so tight around my finger. She then brought some oil and butter, thinking that lubricating the area would let my finger slip out, but even that did not work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When my father came back, and saw me in my nice position on the top of his stairs, he gave me a look that somehow told me that this was serious. He then went to call the emergency number, which is "998" for Saudi firemen. ofcourse it took them a year to arrive to the house n my dad had to actually go out to meet them at some maktaba next to the house cuz they coulnt get there on their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They had brought so many tools with them that scared me to death. They were so huge. A fireman came smiling at me. He told me everything was going to be fine. (i was like ya right) anyway  he put a heavy white plastic-like curtain, which blocked my view from whatever they were about to do. They started to cut of f the pole, but the technician told them that he cannot approximate the distance to my finger, and that he might accidentally cut it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering about what to do&lt;/strong&gt;, they decided to take out a &lt;strong&gt;whole piece of the pole&lt;/strong&gt; with my finger stuck in it, and remove it in the hospital. And so the pole was out and I was put on the ambulance bed with the pole lying next to me. As they were taking me to the ambulance they said that only my father could come with me. I started crying and so did my mother. They &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; agreed and we took off to the hospital. There they took me to the emergency room, where I was drugged. I fell unconscious with my mother's voice praying for my safety. After I awoke the next morning, I found my hand wrapped in a cast. I tried to move it and it moved. A feeling of happiness surged through my body. I finally had my finger out. My mom leaned next to me and whispered "Thank God, you are safe baby. Your finger is out &lt;strong&gt;safe and whole&lt;/strong&gt;", and she smiled, and I tiredly did the same. Finally it was time to go back home, my father bought for me the most delicious cheese cake I ever had, and I found my brothers and sisters waiting for me by the door, and that was the end of my eventful night. (((umm it was morning when i got home by the way)))&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/29749103-115044751857128384?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115044751857128384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115044751857128384' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115044751857128384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115044751857128384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-up-with-that-pole-it-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115039391603150210</id><published>2006-06-15T05:36:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:21:31.050-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/3151/1600/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4763/3151/1600/Image(523).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its another BORING summer night...i have absolutely nothing to do...my sis is going out to the supermarket to get all the stuff she needs for her gathering tomorrow (u c my mom is not in town) aww i miss my mommy =( i dunno how i will survive the rest of the week without her...i just made cake and yeah its so tasty except when my dad asked me how much sugar i put in it he was about to faint when i said 1 WHOLE CUP lol J/K he just said make me another cake with honey instead of sugar so i made it n it turned out brown n it looked freaky n it took 4ever to bake n at the end it tasted like bread..but &lt;strong&gt;GOOD GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; bread....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115039391603150210?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115039391603150210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115039391603150210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115039391603150210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115039391603150210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-another-boring-summer-night.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29749103.post-115036618532149670</id><published>2006-06-14T21:56:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:11:14.730-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok it's summer and im done with high school...i have absolutely nothing to do but sit here and rot for the next two months (7aram sa7?) i have to apply to college,,,u55 thats the sad part i still dont know whether i'll be accepted or not...im gonna apply to medecine and from what it looks like i will be alone there (once again if i get accepted)..my friend neighbour and colleague (God bless her soul) was supposed to apply with me but now i guess she wont shes gonna do physio therapy...u55 i just hate it when i keep expecting something and something totally different happens...but anyway i hope i'll adapt quickly i usually do but i dont know about this time i mean its college its a different world and aa &lt;strong&gt;SCARY&lt;/strong&gt; one..i heard there r alotta lesbians there (eeew) and other than that i almost just forgot how to deal with all those saudi girls ( i mean i am saudi too and so r my friends ) but those saudi saudi girls who r &lt;strong&gt;SO FAKE&lt;/strong&gt; its annoying...i feel like when im sitting with them all i do is ejamel and be such a sweet person ..n that is totally not me ...im so the kind that is frank and would say what i think...so i dunno how i'll deal with it...&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hope everything goes well my tagdeem date is next tuesday so wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29749103-115036618532149670?l=ba6-6ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/feeds/115036618532149670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29749103&amp;postID=115036618532149670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115036618532149670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29749103/posts/default/115036618532149670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ba6-6ah.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-its-summer-and-im-done-with-high.html' title=''/><author><name>LuLu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443777702638309826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n292/_bubbles/th_chanel3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
