<?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-15162495</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:44:55.789+03:00</updated><category term='My Life'/><category term='Alejandro Sanz'/><title type='text'>Passionate Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>I'd give it all, I'd give for us, Give anything but I won't give up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-9125643616608508284</id><published>2007-10-01T15:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:14:08.394+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hi gang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started classes last week, and to tell you the truth, I'm kinda nervous about the masters program, I know I have great writing skills, I love writing, but of course not in an academic way, but still I love checking the grammar and the spelling without the help of a computer (only eventually).&lt;br /&gt;But still, I hate research, and that what's frightening me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was really cold, my hands and lips turned blue that they looked scary, but since the weekend it's been kinda warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to sound like a typical "Kuwaiti", but my nails are starting to dry up from the cleaning and cooking LOOOOOOOL but it's ok I have strong white nails (mashallah), and frankly I don't mind cuz I love being on my own and having my own place and doing things whenever i want....&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't walked around naked though!!!! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;But I love my apartment, it's so spacious, and totally new, with a great view of the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm gonna try to be a good girl and regularly post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, fasting is getting on my nerves a bit (est'3fer Allah), but what can I do? I'm just being honest, cuz everybody's eating and the smell of food and coffee mmmmmmmmm, and besides the fact that I'm cold makes it all the worst, well I think I would be hungry no matter what the weather is like heheheheheheheheheheheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMMMMMMMWAAAAAAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-9125643616608508284?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9125643616608508284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=9125643616608508284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/9125643616608508284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/9125643616608508284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-from-uk.html' title='Hello from UK'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-8726689817653517046</id><published>2007-09-20T17:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:37:48.978+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>I MOVED TO UK!!!</title><content type='html'>Guys I moved to UK to do my masters, i was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo busy &amp;amp; lazy 2 blog around, and still running around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-8726689817653517046?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8726689817653517046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=8726689817653517046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/8726689817653517046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/8726689817653517046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-moved-to-uk.html' title='I MOVED TO UK!!!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-5980382456438328880</id><published>2007-02-18T08:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:50:15.852+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late Late Late Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032720952244147186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RdfRCqQtk_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gMePALOiz-U/s400/a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi bloggieeeeeeeeee :***************&lt;br /&gt;Missed ya….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh wow! It's been exactly a month since I last posted anything. I know this is late but happy valentine to all the love birds &amp; single people out there. It was a good day for me, got cake for the family and a card for my daddy (as I do every year), but I didn’t get for each a rose, I usually give out a rose to all I love, even our housemaids, but I was really busy, left work at 6pm &amp;amp; headed to the gym for a couple of hours. So I only had time to get a cake cuz I was tired to wait at the florist to prepare roses. But when I arrived home at 9:05pm, and it was empty as usual, I was like: "Nah, I'm ok…"&lt;br /&gt;But as the hours got late, and I got sleepy, I headed to bed &amp; I got sad, cuz I had to sleep alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Speaking of busy, finally I had time, I haven’t blogged for a while cuz I had a very hectic month, a lot of things happened. My aunt died (Allah yir7amha), such a great lady, she'll be missed, but I know she's in a better place.&lt;br /&gt;Work was CRAZZZZZZZZZYYY!! I didn’t even have time to drink a cup of tea, my brain was so tired, I would get home, and if I had time to sleep, I would sleep an hour, then in the evening, almost everyday of the month I had things to do, people to see, just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh and I have great news, but I'll reveal it later, it's not me getting married, it's totally different, but it's wonderful news…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The past month, I had a fight with my best friend, she kinda disrespected me in front her aunt. Now, I'm ok with the joking, and getting on each others nerves in front of our both families, but she went too far, she kinda told me to shut up &amp;amp; don't interfere (enty shakooo?) is what she said, while all three of us were having a normal conversation. I got so mad, and didn’t speak a word all night till I left home, and we started fighting over text messages, I was furious with her. But cuz we have a strong friendship, when she knew my aunt had passed away, she came to my office and gave me her condolences, we hugged so hard cuz we had missed each other for 3 weeks, but still kept our distances till this minute. I hid a valentine card in her drawer at work, while she was away, saying I still love her &amp; she will always be my best friend. She sms'ed me at the end of work, when I had already left, saying she loved the card and got teary…..&lt;br /&gt;Since I met her in March 2005, so this was our second valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm not gonna say what I got this year, but it was kinda cute…I'm not involved with anyone, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lets just say I have an admirer…hmmmmmmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I loved Valentine's day since I was a little girl, making our own cards, and choosing a valentine, it was so innocent. I have a couple of stories I shared with the Deera-Chat family.&lt;br /&gt;You can find them here &lt;a href="http://deerachat.wordpress.com/2007/02/15/happy-valentines-from-deera-dinar-and-now-movie-chat/#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://deerachat.wordpress.com/2007/02/15/happy-valentines-from-deera-dinar-and-now-movie-chat/#comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032720376718529506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RdfQhKQtk-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PROU19C93n0/s400/lovedeerachat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And check out this card while I was getting a card for my daddy and my best friend, it cracked me up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032718860595073986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RdfPI6Qtk8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Rjj_0a83-QE/s400/Image886-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032719234257228754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RdfPeqQtk9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/rWEpNVzItvM/s400/Image887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-5980382456438328880?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5980382456438328880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=5980382456438328880' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/5980382456438328880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/5980382456438328880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-late-late-late-valentines.html' title='Happy Late Late Late Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RdfRCqQtk_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gMePALOiz-U/s72-c/a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-4726992308228046309</id><published>2007-01-15T11:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:50:18.726+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Christmas Fever with Leonardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know it's past Christmas already, but this post is not about the holiday itself, but rather related to the spirit of celebrating it, the feeling of it, on any day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For example, I bet every house in Kuwait has a table at the side by a couch, or in the corner, or simply the coffee table in the middle of the living room, where there's stacks of boxes from all kinds of cookies, chocolates, candy, marshmallows, potato chips, donuts, cakes, nuts, crackers, banek, different kinds of Arabic sweets, especially when relatives or friends bring you from one of those Arabic countries. And with the winter, that table is refilled with wintery snacks, like bagh-9am (to have with your milk and tea), daarabeel, cake bo-safeenah, ra-hash, and the list just goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some days pass by when the table is full with these snacks, or junk food, which ever you prefer to call it (I personally call them delights), and some days when there's nothing on the table, the banek and some cakes have dried out, the nuts &amp; chips get chewy, some sweets &amp;amp; candies get hard.&lt;br /&gt;So if you had read my previous post, you would have read that I bought a few of those "delights", and placed them on the table. The following two days after, on Friday morning to be exact, I woke up, and the table was filled with even more "delights" that my dear brother had brought. I love that feeling when I wake up to see these treats, when my daddy or one of my brothers come late at night like Santa, and place them, &amp; I get that feeling like I'm a little kid, getting presents on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but the table would look so colorful like nicely wrapped presents. I think that’s why I get a natural high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;These are just some of the "delights" my brother had brought…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020018157778723122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/Raqv6tRpYTI/AAAAAAAAADI/IgYMdCEzg20/s400/Image754-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mmmmm digestive cookies, and Cadbury's Fingers &amp; left over marshmallows, and dried peaches, under the marshmallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RasrT9RpYXI/AAAAAAAAADs/XUNOSVntfDI/s1600-h/Image757.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/Rasrv9RpYYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hoXujs71w20/s1600-h/Image755-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020152169348292946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaspzNRpYVI/AAAAAAAAADc/CDLnmUbdnUI/s400/Image756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite chocolates, especially the red one....OUCH! But I had ate it all, it's the same as this yellow box (white chocolate).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And that red bag that's not showing much is dried prunes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020157160100290994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RasuVtRpYbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vWR7oa7_tVk/s400/Image758-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhanna is from my friend, and gez is from a relative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020155124285792658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RassfNRpYZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u8HU5PyMp-w/s400/Image755-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020155996164153762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RastR9RpYaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RKu1I01cBaQ/s400/Image757.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No comment...yummyyyyyyyyyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Relating to another Christmasy topic, I bought these stickers from Accessorize last November, I'm sure that some of the girls have seen them. I love their stuff, especially their lingerie, I have a HUGE collection, I even bought almost all of the latest they had for the Christmas season, with the snowman &amp; the ginger bread man….Although their latest styles this past year has gone downhill a little.&lt;br /&gt;Ok that’s enough about my personal wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the stickers, now these that I have bought that I just don’t wanna use them, I'm thinking to stick them on my laptop, and some on my closet….I already have these that I have on my closet, they're soooooo cute, each pair with a matching bag...there's more but I just displayed these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RasxLtRpYeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MIW3smV03c8/s1600-h/Image778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020160286836482530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RasxLtRpYeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MIW3smV03c8/s200/Image778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020163598256267794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/Ras0MdRpYhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/P9hNQCdBM7A/s200/Image779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020159191619822018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaswL9RpYcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xzbXWbBuvVM/s400/Image763-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020165329128088098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/Ras1xNRpYiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ORJ4BQ-FCcw/s400/Image775-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But these are cuter, non?&lt;br /&gt;I love snowmen….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020159749965570514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaswsdRpYdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8cSp2r_ABC0/s400/Image769-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those ice skates…hiloow the color….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;While writing this post, I was watching Oprah, and DAMN!!!! Leonardo DiCaprio has turned out to be fine!! I never liked him, cuz of his baby-face features, even back in 1989 I think or 1990, when me &amp; my cousins used to collect those teen magazines, one of my cousins had a crush on him, she would scream her head off!! He was a kid back then, he was on a show I don’t remember now, and I used to tell her how much bad taste she had. Then when he appeared on the blockbuster "Titanic", her crush came back to life, and I still didn’t have a thing for him, but these past 2 years with the cool haircut, and the sexy goaty, he's super hot! OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;God he looked amazing tonight….&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of Titanic, too mushy, but I've got to admit, he is a great actor, &amp;amp; I love most of his other movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020166295495729714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/Ras2pdRpYjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/agBCQrIDdb8/s400/leo33.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020167283338207810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/Ras3i9RpYkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1qV9DJ7UIcU/s400/leo6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I love it when guys leave their ties a bit loose, so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooooooooooh, ties are always a turn on for me….I wanna pull it off of him passionately…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020167837388989010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/Ras4DNRpYlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O--h0NHOIGI/s400/leo99.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-4726992308228046309?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4726992308228046309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=4726992308228046309' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/4726992308228046309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/4726992308228046309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-fever-with-leonardo.html' title='Christmas Fever with Leonardo'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/Raqv6tRpYTI/AAAAAAAAADI/IgYMdCEzg20/s72-c/Image754-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-4035306819753345230</id><published>2007-01-11T14:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:50:19.151+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>One of Those Days I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi bloggie :***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So yesterday I mentioned that I had a hectic day, but I was not in the mood to post about it. I'm up now, and feel like I wanna post about it, nothing fancy, just about my day.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to do this many times: I don’t blog for a long time then I have 2 posts on Safat in one day! When I said I am moody, I wasn’t kidding around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So yesterday after work, I decided that I need to change my car's engine oil. I've done it a few times before, so now I always change it myself, cuz it's not worth the hassle calling up my brothers for an oil change, besides I'm used to being independent and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for the guy to get the right size of the filter, and because my mobile was dead, I asked the other fellow if his boss had a charger in his office. He said yeah, so I gave it to him, charged up my cell phone, and figured why sit around (in the car) bored, I took out my laptop, and thank God for GPRS, I get connected by 3G, and VOLIA, I'm blog hopping on Safat, cool.&lt;br /&gt;I have always prayed they would invent a gadget as this, between you and me, I always knew they would.&lt;br /&gt;But I looked so cool and intelligent in the car, which I mentioned before I already am, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Later on, I was set and ready, my cell phone got charged, I was off. I went and got my nails done, trimmed my hair, then went to the co-op and bought cookies, chocolate, and Garnier Nutrisse hair coloring with fruit oils, cuz last time I had highlights, but never again will I color my hair in a beauty parlor, cuz they really damage the hair, I've always used Garnier, it's way better cuz of the fruit oils.&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 5pm, had only fries and dagoos Crystal for lunch (ate alone today cuz everybody's at work) got out again at 5:50 pm and headed to the bank where my brother had already been waiting for me there, which shit happened but have to post about it other day, but for now all I can say is: "I DO NOT BLAME THE PEOPLE FOR GETTING MAD FOR THE LOANS CASE!! BANKS ARE BIG TIME ROBBERS AND THEY SCREW WITH PEOPLES HEADS!!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say I was a lady about it, but bitched about them in the car like a different, yet a true lady!! Heeheeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My bro headed back to work, I got back home, still mad from the bank trip, colored my hair, took a nice hot shower, dried my hair in the living room (love doing that), at 9:30 pm got hungry again, had chicken soup, and just in time for "So you think you can dance" show….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh my dream has always been to be a contemporary/Latin/American jazz dancer, I think it's so sexy. But I'm stuck with the usual Kuwaiti/belly dancing/Persian/ordinary hip hop styles….by the way, I mix everything together…my own style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018738326243991842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaYj6tRpYSI/AAAAAAAAACw/Krh-BNUr69k/s400/dance.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a lot of chocolate &amp; cookies, cuz it's Wednesday night (damn the winter), not to mention I haven’t been to the gym in 3 weeks…OMG!!!! Three weeks?? Just did the math…oooopsy! I need to get my ass there, but er…um….next week, I promise, on Saturday!! *Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then talked on the phone with my friend about the usual, which is basically NOTHING! Just plain ol' girls chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted about my habeeby Alejandro Sanz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018736487997989106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaYiPtRpYPI/AAAAAAAAACY/F2QfeVVkuX8/s400/Alejandro-Sanz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the crush is still here…and slept at 3:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;On a different note, one of my new years resolution is to pray more often and on time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018737334106546434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaYjA9RpYQI/AAAAAAAAACg/HJ0KWqOVCEc/s400/pray.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I love God, but I get so lazy, bas el-hamad Allah, that 2007 so far is been good, I hated 2006, it was a messed up year for me, the best of it was my trip to London December 2005-January 2006, where I had a blast new years eve, don't worry, I don’t drink :)&lt;br /&gt;And my business trip alone to NY (ahhhh) then Orlando (WOOO HOOOO!! YEEEE HOOO!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-4035306819753345230?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4035306819753345230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=4035306819753345230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/4035306819753345230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/4035306819753345230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-of-those-days-i-like.html' title='One of Those Days I like'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaYj6tRpYSI/AAAAAAAAACw/Krh-BNUr69k/s72-c/dance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-6889784447842480143</id><published>2007-01-11T02:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:50:21.251+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alejandro Sanz'/><title type='text'>Hey Sexy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;هلا....هلا والله &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018539460668252210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaVvDNRpYDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lLUuGkU4DvA/s400/2006111630sanz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هلا حبيبي&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;نعم؟ هلا حبيبي؟ ما أسمع؟ هلا؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018541788540526658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaVxKtRpYEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xW3uWKTHL14/s400/sanz9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;آمرني....أبوي أنت.....عسل.....لذيذ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018543197289799762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaVyctRpYFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S3l6Pt6trts/s400/Alejandro_sanz17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;بردان؟ انشالله حياتي...أصير لك دفاية....أصير لك كمبل.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018543669736202338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaVy4NRpYGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vhnC3SykLZ8/s400/204640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هلا عمري؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018544481485021298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaVzndRpYHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CAKMrCoh2GY/s400/sanz5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;يوعان؟؟ انشالله....أصير لك دياية....فطيرة....كاكاوة&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018546427105206418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaV1YtRpYJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YV7wVeJHw_w/s400/sanz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تعبان؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018546710573047970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaV1pNRpYKI/AAAAAAAAABE/VZ2y-dhuYVA/s400/sanz125x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ويه ويه سلامتك.....أصير لك بنادولة&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s what I want in a man….his manly hairy hands all over my body….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018547230264090802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaV2HdRpYLI/AAAAAAAAABM/UxJLwesX3ZQ/s400/shakirayalejandro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018548170861928658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaV2-NRpYNI/AAAAAAAAABc/rSg-at_IIOA/s400/sanz2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alejandro Sanz….so sexy, and Shakira 7adha jaikarah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might remember my post in August 2005 about the "bad" man of my dreams: "أبي واحد عفطي!! ما يصير؟؟"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People still ask me if I had found my 3f6ee, even a lot of bloggers got hooked up with the term that for a while, bloggers have asked me too, I still haven't find him, DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018548553114018018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaV3UdRpYOI/AAAAAAAAABk/AzyirZGqLR4/s400/2df5a6asanz_300x241p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Al here is my 3f6ee for now…&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm still a hand fetish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;بوست بو "حده ماكو شغل"&lt;br /&gt;God I have a lot to say, especially today was a crazy hectic day….but don’t feel like posting about it, but one thing that was totally cool was while changing my car's oil, I was reading Safat on my laptop, at the car service….I looked very intelligent (which I am already heheheheh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for GPRS, thank you MTC, despite the fact I hate you guys… &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/15162495-6889784447842480143?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6889784447842480143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=6889784447842480143' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/6889784447842480143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/6889784447842480143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='Hey Sexy.....'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/RaVvDNRpYDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lLUuGkU4DvA/s72-c/2006111630sanz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116803337309362457</id><published>2007-01-06T00:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:42:53.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi there bloggie, happy new year &amp; happy eid.   :********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I haven’t blogged for ages, although I was around reading everybody else's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have this confession to make, I went yesterday to the meeting, but I was late. I arrived at 8:05 pm, so I have no idea what so ever if the guys were still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened is that the one time that I decided to go, and put some effort, I had car trouble!! I got so furious, and told myself: "Allah mo ra'9y."&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like I was gonna do something bad, I didn't wanna say who I was, I just wanted to say hi. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came anyway cuz the idea of donuts was in my head, I was craving them, drooling, so I said: "What the heck? I'm almost close to Salmiya, I'll go get some for the whole family."&lt;br /&gt;So I was wondering, do you guys sometimes stay till after 7:30 a bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116803337309362457?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116803337309362457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116803337309362457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116803337309362457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116803337309362457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/bloggers-meeting_06.html' title='Bloggers Meeting'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116668867142036446</id><published>2006-12-21T11:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:11:11.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Good morning bloggieeeee  :*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being straight forward, I bet a lot of girls feel the same, and I'm not ashamed to admit it, yes I do wanna get married, frankly it's I NEED to get married, I think it's the cold weather (if you know what I mean), actually it's not just in the cold weather, basically I'm kinda, well yani…hmmmmm errrrr kinda yani need *COUGH* sex…most of the time..*GULP*&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving it now, just like men, when I first wake up, is it normal…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I'm not hitting on anybody, and I'm not saying this to get the guys attention…if I wanted men, I can get them from anywhere….and it's better then guys that are bloggers cuz I know who this person is in the flesh, but it's not that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a boyfriend and that's it, I want a person 24/7 with me…at least the first 1-2 years, no kids….I mean if we weren't living in Kuwait, it might be easier to live with a bf, but I'm muslim and Kuwaiti, and it's not right, and I adore my father and have respect for my family, my family trust me, it's so hard, it makes me cry…&lt;br /&gt;I mean you go out with the bf and then what?? You come back home to an empty bedroom…feeling lonely…and personally I feel guilt cuz I love my father and hate to come through the door and kiss him on the head after making love with a man in haram….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get married for having babies or money, I just don’t wanna sleep lonely at night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, am I craving sex cuz I'm not getting any, or it's cuz I am in nature &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"horny&lt;/span&gt;"…? Walla I'm tired and nobody knows only my best friend and my cousin (and now you guys), which they think it's cuz I'm born this way and it's not cuz I'm not getting any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could choose our own husbands like the men do instead of waiting for the right one or waiting for this "boyfriend" to keep his promise and make me a decent woman…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly approve of marriage from a person I know instead of an arranged marriage, but I don't want this person to say: "Oh lets wait for a while, or a year."&lt;br /&gt;Come on!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean 1-2 months is good enough for me to get to know a person which is 15% probably, for me that's ok, at least better then an arranged marriage that you sit with the guy only twice than marry him…&lt;br /&gt;Even if you know a person for a long time, you still discover new things after the marriage…but hey…that's life…gotta take risks, if you have the basic important things love, respect, understanding, caring, sense of humor, good wild passionate sex…than everything else yihoon…&lt;br /&gt;But don't lie to the girls and say you need more than that…to me these men are lying, especially if you are settled financially and mentally…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long tiring subject…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so complex for us single girls here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I travel with my family, hotels and room service turn me on LOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t get me wrong and I'm sorry for being honest but that’s the truth and I don’t mind thinking out loud.&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I want…Ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I have being saving this post for a week now, never in my wildest dreams thought of sharing this, but I'm open minded, and think it's (to me at least) a perfectly sane topic…&lt;br /&gt;Please don't judge me, take me the wrong way…please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116668867142036446?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116668867142036446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116668867142036446' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116668867142036446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116668867142036446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/ecstasy_21.html' title='Ecstasy'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116534969992777033</id><published>2006-12-05T23:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:15:00.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more of Hamoody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/1379/1600/58330/Image375-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/1379/400/138579/Image375-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walla 3asal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/1379/1600/799184/Image377-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5750/1379/400/405369/Image377-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of Hamoody yawning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas 3ad....baskoom....halaw?? *Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Ana masakhtah LOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night bloggie :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116534969992777033?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116534969992777033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116534969992777033' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116534969992777033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116534969992777033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-more-of-hamoody.html' title='Two more of Hamoody'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116530807598858914</id><published>2006-12-05T11:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:21:00.220+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayaty walla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi bloggie....immmmmmmmwahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's me and my nephew Hamoody...he's so adorable and scrumptious...I love to nibble on him and kiss him all over.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/x/blogger/5750/1379/400/127135/Image376-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I took this with my Nokia phone but from the secondary camera, and as you guys know they are not clear, but it came out so nice as if it was a portrait, cuz of all the little dots....and it came out so natrually with him looking the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid to display the picture....cuz it's been 3 weeks since I wanted to post it, but I kinda got over it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116530807598858914?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116530807598858914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116530807598858914' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116530807598858914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116530807598858914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/hayaty-walla_05.html' title='Hayaty walla'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116523042361209034</id><published>2006-12-04T14:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:07:03.626+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fashion House" EWWW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can somebody plzzzzzzzzzzz tell me who is watching this stupid show??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want some answers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Its soooooooooooooo lame and cheapo!!! (cheapo is my word, so dont u go around using it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What do u guys think of it...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116523042361209034?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116523042361209034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116523042361209034' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116523042361209034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116523042361209034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/fashion-house-ewww.html' title='&quot;Fashion House&quot; EWWW!!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116522863875614608</id><published>2006-12-04T13:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:37:18.820+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fashion House" EWWWW!!</title><content type='html'>Can somebody plz tell me who watches that stupid show???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soooooooooo lame and cheap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz who?? And tell me what u think of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116522863875614608?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116522863875614608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116522863875614608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116522863875614608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116522863875614608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/fashion-house-ewwww.html' title='&quot;Fashion House&quot; EWWWW!!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116504630389357745</id><published>2006-12-02T10:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:36:48.410+03:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P "K"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A dear friend passed away last Thursday, he died from a horrific car accident, I got the news Friday morning 4:30 am. He was only 28 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t knew him for a long time, but from that short period of time I found out that he was just a warm person, funny, optimistic, enjoyed life, and easy to talk to….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew him (Allah yir7amah) through a mutual friend, he told my friend later on that he had a crush on me, and thinks I'm sweet, I didn’t take the crush seriously cuz I didn’t wanna ruin the friendship, so I drifted away for a while, and he thought it was best also. But we sure had lots of laughs…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard the news, I was in SHOCK!! I didn’t cry, I was just heart broken and terrified at how life is. The people you know are here one minute, and then the next they disappear into thin air….just in a blink of an eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then sucked all the shock in, and by the time the dawn prayer started, I begin to cry so hard…just imaging how lonely he is in his grave, crying for his family especially his mom, OMG Allah yi3een-ha, thinking of death…it's so frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up, prayed, and read for him a prayer (du3a2 el-mayet), and cried so much while praying and reading the du3a2…&lt;br /&gt;Allah yir7amah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116504630389357745?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116504630389357745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116504630389357745' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116504630389357745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116504630389357745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/rip-k.html' title='R.I.P &quot;K&quot;'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116445108988286005</id><published>2006-11-25T13:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T13:43:30.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Molested by an Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi bloggieeeee baby….immmwaaaaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you out there are wondering: "What's up with Puppylove and these sensitive issues these days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do in fact need your help guys on this riddle, I want to help one of my best friends but it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was molested by her uncle when she was 10 years old till about 13 years old, it didn't happen very often, but a few times, he would wake her up at night (cuz they were all staying in their grandpa's house before everybody got married) and he would take her to his filthy room with porn videos shown on the TV, which she even mentioned to me that it was her first time to see 2 women with each other, and he only hit "second base", just kissing her and touching her body over her clothes, cuz she was so afraid and cried, so her crying made him stop.&lt;br /&gt;And thank God she never saw him "finish his business" till the end.&lt;br /&gt;She used to beg him not to come to her room also when the house was empty, or everybody was busy, she was so naïve thinking that she's gonna get pregnant from just kissing, he used to laugh at her….she was so disgusted….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately it stopped cuz everybody started to move from the "big house", but he still gave her some weird horny looks when seeing her at family gatherings, and that was around 1993.&lt;br /&gt;After one year her uncle got married, and till this day he &amp; his wife are struggling to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;My friend says that this is a blessing from God so he won't molest his kids, bas his poor wife is such a wonderful woman, what's her punishment…maybe there isn't, and it's all God's test for patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my friend is exactly my age, she's a beautiful educated strong woman…she's not those people that you see on Oprah, that are psychos such as an alcoholic, or a drug addict or a cutter…just because she was molested.&lt;br /&gt;And she's been serious with this certain guy for a year….and he is one of those good guys that adores &amp;amp; respects her, and loves to talk with her all day and tell each other every detail. Even his friends and I say that they are soooooooo compatible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the problem is that he "of course" is not married, and lives with his brother and his wife and kids. They have 2 teenaged daughters and sons, and 2 youngsters, and she knows that he loves them and gives them gifts and money, and when they come over to his apartment, he doesn't like to say "no" to them, even if he's tired or sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I've noticed she gets so jealous when he's with the girls, although he tells her everything, &amp;amp; chit chats with her about their school or their shopping trips with their mom and what they bought, and how much they beg him to get married cuz they wanna play with his kids, she just sits and complains about how long he was with them and gets mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder sometimes, is it cuz she was molested by her uncle, she's having bad thoughts about the person she's in love with? Or is it that ordinary jealousy that girls feel when her bf or husband gets too much attention from his girl relatives?&lt;br /&gt;The catch to this riddle is that this guy has no sisters, his mother passed away, has very old aunts, and his girl cousins are all married and doesn't even see them cuz they have no family gatherings, so it's only him and his brother's little family.&lt;br /&gt;So if he had sisters and his mother was alive, a person would know that she's having an average jealousy episode that most women have from the women around the significant other, or that she is just jealous from his nieces and can say that she does have a serious problem cuz she was molested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, he only has these 2 teenaged nieces that she's jealous from, so I don't know if it's just the nieces or relative women in general??&lt;br /&gt;Get it??&lt;br /&gt;I know it's confusing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to help her, should I confront her, and tell her that her problem is cuz she was molested?? Not to mention that it's so difficult for me to bring this subject up.&lt;br /&gt;Or I would tell her that it's ok to sometimes feel jealous from sisters, mothers, cousins and nieces…. I don’t know….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys what do think the problem is….can anybody help me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys.&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/15162495-116445108988286005?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116445108988286005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116445108988286005' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116445108988286005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116445108988286005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/11/molested-by-uncle.html' title='Molested by an Uncle'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116392630907160956</id><published>2006-11-19T11:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:51:49.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Good day bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this joke through sms and wanted to share it with all of you…I thought it was funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black baby was given wings by God, he asked God: "Does this mean I am an angel now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God laughed &amp; said: "Nah nigga, you a bat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to black people….who knows me, knows my one of my best friends is an African-American, just to make myself clear before I get bad comments from people who my think I'm a raciest, because honestly I've seen people fight over race, religion….etc here in blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Such a beeeeeeeeauuuuuuutiful day….cool and sunny…so sexy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116392630907160956?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116392630907160956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116392630907160956' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116392630907160956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116392630907160956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/11/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116383862628800843</id><published>2006-11-18T11:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:30:26.323+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ليلة الدخلة</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi bloggie baby…..imwahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, from the title, some of you out there will wanna find out what I'm talking about. I know this is kind of a sensitive subject to discuss, but I've always wanted to post about it due to the fact that I've always wondered &amp; needed to know what others think about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now….what kills me is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that any girl who gets divorced or separated from her husband, the first question that pops in people's minds is: "Dikhal 3alaiha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake, what is that?? Walla never in my life I have asked this question when I hear bad news like this, only at the end, and sometimes I don't even ask cuz I was never raised to ask such a question nor even crossing my mind to think of such a matter only a few years now and that’s because I've started to hear people talk about it &amp; make such a big deal about it. I'm like this maybe cuz I've been living with guys, cuz I'm the only female at home after my mom passed away. I have been told lots of times despite my femininity, that I think like men, ma3 ini 7ail passionate about life and my heart pounds hard towards some certain stuff and I'm one tear away from an emotional situation or an emotional story I hear, not to mention crying when listening to songs and from romantic movies. But when I'm serious, I think clearly and straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you that the Bedouin don’t have this problem cuz they don't practice this tradition cuz the man doesn’t see his wife during the "Milchah" days, till their wedding night, so this is related to other people in Kuwait and some other countries in the gulf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me is that, what the hell is the big deal with whether they did it or not?&lt;br /&gt;I mean he is already her husband, and they are already do ALMOST EVERYTHING together, but nooooooooooooooo…people are obsessed with the girl loosing her virginity.&lt;br /&gt;What about the girl's feelings and the hurt and problems the couple went through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here and around our region are soooooooooooooooo obsessed with "marital sex". And what I mean by this is the mother of the bride constantly warns her daughter not to give in to her "brand new" husband and looses her virginity, although they are officially married, which is known as "milchah", &amp; by that, the woman is her husband's "halal", and they go out together, and he/she sneak the significant other in his/her bedroom (especially when everybody sleeps the afternoon nap or when the house is empty), but the woman wears a metal panty shield with the key hidden somewhere until the wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;Some mothers just focus on this instead of teaching their daughters about the necessities of a happy marriage, this is so happening everyday…all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally know a lot of people that lost their virginity during the "milchah" days, and I know….I know, you're gonna say cuz they have to know each other well and all that fancy shmancy talk….I know all that, and I agree with the mothers cuz of JERKS that don’t marry women in this situation, even if she's been married to the guy for a few months….but there have been exceptions and this is naseeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean they forget everything and get obsessed with not doing this one particular thingy and RIGHT AFTER the wedding party….they want them to hit homerun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Uh HELLOOOOO?!&lt;br /&gt;Walla I know a lot of people that ask the newlyweds the morning after if they did it, and the newlyweds respond that they were tired, so both their families especially the mothers wait till after a few days…and if nothing happened they bad mouth the groom about not being a man!!!! Sheeeesh!&lt;br /&gt;Believe me there are families that are not Bedouin that practice this, cuz you know that this is a big deal to the Bedouins, with all due respect to the Bedouins, but I know this for a fact cuz of my lot of Bedouin friends, but other people from different backgrounds do this despite they are already letting them go out together….I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys understood what I meant about being obsessed with the sex stuff….specifically hitting homerun the next day immediately after the wedding party or going just to a hotel "sakaty" as we say; when just few days or weeks before, the mothers forbidden it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if they did it after one month?? Kaifhoom!! Or during the milchah? Also kaifhoom…!! Maybe they know that this is the person they wanna be with forever and that’s it….it's final….so just a few days or weeks till the wedding won't hurt, hell there have been a few pregnant brides during the wedding night (which doesn’t show of course)….bas kaifhooooooooooooom….sorry people, but to me it's not the virginity, it's the quality of the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my friend didn’t do a party and went straight to Egypt for the honeymoon, and is a chicken when her husband comes near that delicate area, and his mother called them everyday for the 10 days they spent there asking him if he did it, till he got angry and told her:" I'm a man and man enough to know what I'm doing, and don’t you dare doubt my wife, there's nothing wrong with her, (he means that she's a virgin)."&lt;br /&gt;And her husband was so sweet and told her that they don’t have to do it right away just because they are on their honeymoon, so whenever she was ready…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the last day he cut her finger just a little &amp; stained a tissue with her blood like those movies and said: "This will shut my mom up, I know…that’s all she wants to see."&lt;br /&gt;It took my friend another 12 days till she became ready and now they have a 7 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I thank God my family isn’t like that and don’t even ask when and whether….but frankly, if they hear a divorce story (my women relatives and friends all the women) they first ask: "Dikhal 3alaiha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeeeeesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116383862628800843?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116383862628800843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116383862628800843' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116383862628800843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116383862628800843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='ليلة الدخلة'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116345032163511839</id><published>2006-11-13T23:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:38:41.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Update Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok, this is the rest of my previous post cuz it came out as a different language, I do not know how the hell it became like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The head waiter came up to me before bringing out the cake and told that they have prepared a surprise for me, and I was like: "Bring it on!!"&lt;br /&gt;So this old black man with white hair, Hawaiian shirt and blue pants, came in with his guitar, installed his sound system, and started to sing "Happy Birthday" in both English and Arabic, and both in bad accents! It was hilarious and we all got crazy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually celebrated my birthday twice, the first time was on the same day, I went shopping a little, did my hair and nails, went back home till fa6oor time, then went to my friend's house, she surprised me with cake and candles, took pictures from our mobiles, danced, then she gave me a cool mobile accessory from Swarovski that you hang on the mobile.&lt;br /&gt;During my shopping after the Eid, I bought a Swarovski bracelet I couldn’t resist. Even at my birthday party I got a few Swarovskies, cuz a lot who know me, knows I adore their stuff…a couple of my best friends brought me a necklace and a pin, not to mention the collection I have from before, GOD now I have a lot...nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanna fly….put ur arms around me baby, put ur arms around me baby…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just singing what's on the radio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guyz for the long post…bas I have wayed things to say….&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason I have time is cuz I'm sick at home  : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116345032163511839?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116345032163511839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116345032163511839' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116345032163511839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116345032163511839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-latest-update-part-2.html' title='My Latest Update Part 2'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116341109139422870</id><published>2006-11-13T11:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:58:50.346+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi bloggie IMMMMMMWAHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't checked up on ya for such a long time, I'm sorry baby, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi bloggers, I miss everybody, especially my recent new friends, "Passion's Harp", "Fonzy", and "3ajel". Sorry guys, I didn't even have time to read your recent posts. GROUP HUG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy with work, busy the last days of Ramadan, and the Eid, and afterwards, busy setting up for my birthday party, going out, my cousin got married, shopping, I shopped the last 3 days before Eid, during Eid and after the Eid, but I wasn't shopping for the Eid LOOOOL, cuz for years now I just wear what I have in my closet that no one have seen on me before, cuz I'm always packed with an outfit from here and there that I don't wear or forget about, so I had a couple of outfits that I still haven't wore till Eid from New York when I was there this summer, so I wore one of them.&lt;br /&gt;But I sure bought some cool handbags, 4 to be exact…!! Yeah I did spend a lot cuz they were kinda expensive, not to mention 3 pairs of shoes, *whispering* underwear, accessories, more outfits, hijabs…etc.&lt;br /&gt;But really, everyday I have something to do, even if I'm blue, I go to my friend's house, then she's like: "Let's go out!! Ana mitmalilah, and your sad and blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone to the gym for ages, and sometimes I feel like I lost weight, which my cousins said that I did during the Eid, and sometimes I feel I've gained a little, cuz since I stopped in the middle of Ramadan, I've being eating the same amount but with no exercise. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well about my birthday party, of course my birthday pasted a long time ago, it was on the 20th of October, but since it was the last 2 days of Ramadan, I knew no body would come, not even if I do it '3abgah, so I decided to do it the second Thursday after Eid, which was the 2nd of November, so to be sure no one had any excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, first I wanted to make it kinda huge, 40-45 persons, than I narrowed down the list to 22, cuz I wanted to be kinda intimate but still kinda huge, and I didn't know whether I do it at home or at a fancy restaurant. Then I narrowed the list to about 15 persons, cuz I want it completely intimate and I wasn't in the mood for a fuss and looyah and ez3aj.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to do it in a restaurant, which my cousin suggested in one of those tents that Moven Pick had, so I went there but they told me that those tents were only there for the Ramadan season, and by accident I saw this sign with the word "CUTS" written on it, so I asked and they told me that this they're latest new restaurant. It's a Spanish/Brazilian place, which I fell in love with immediately, it was so quiet, cute, beautiful colors, elegant setting of the chairs and tables, simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the help of the guest relations at the front desk, I had a cool intimate chic party. I ordered silver, black and pink balloons, and who knows me knows I love pink and black together, they are just so sexy together…&lt;br /&gt;And colored petals on the tables with candles, and the tables were centered under the wooden semi-like gazebo, and the balloons hanging with long pink and silver ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen of the fifteen on my guest list showed up. My guests were a combination of 4 best friends, 4 good friends, 3 cousins, 2 sister-in laws, and 1 four-year old niece of one of my best friends, and my one of my cousin's brought her 7 month old son, which mashallah was very quiet and sociable. But I missed one of my best and closest friend, she was in Egypt unfortunately, and the no. 15 guest was a cousin that wasn't feeling well that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda quiet at the first, and the girls started to get bored from the Spanish music, so when I asked for the head waiter to turn on the radio, he said that they only have a CD player. So I asked if we can switch on the TV, and they said it was ok. They only had one of the worst 35 channels, including one Arabic music channel, and cuz the restaurant was new, only a few American people were there, and by 10pm we were the only people there, so the girls really let their hair down, metaphorically speaking. Singing and clapping, and a little shoulder shaking, and by the time they brought in the cake, everybody was dancing in the dark! LOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head waiter came up to me before bringing out the cake and told that they have prepared a surprise for me, and I was like: "Bring it on!!"&lt;br /&gt;So this old black man with white hair,in pitkä ja kapea, ja mahtui juuri sopivasti tähän tynnyriin jonka halkaisija oli viitisen kymmentä metriä ja pituus sata metriä.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hän pisti sauvan kärjen veteen ja keppi antoi listan lisäaineista joita tarvittiin. Sitten hän tiputti siemenen veteen ja lähti ostamaan tarvikkeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viikon aikana hän heitti kymmeniä säkkejä kalkkia veteen, hiiltä, ja pilaantuneita kasviksia. Muutama sian ruho myös sekä monta ämpärillistä kalan ruotoja. Voimakkaista epäilyista huolimatta vesi viikon aikana muuttui puhtaammaksi kuin aikaisemmin, ja tuoksui hyvältä.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artturin loputkin rahat oli käytetty ja hän mietti keinoa saada lisää rahaa. Sitten hän törmäsikin avoimeen kaivokseen ja teki kaupat kääpiön kanssa. Hän löi vetoa kymmenestä tuhannesta neptunuksesta (paikallinen rahayksikkö, yksi neptunus vastaa 10 euroa.) että löytäisi päivässä sieltä ison kulta suonen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seuraavana aamuna hän voitti vedon, ehkä kulta siemen joka pystyy muuttamaan lyijyä kullaksi auttoi asiaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116341109139422870?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116341109139422870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116341109139422870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116341109139422870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116341109139422870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-latest-update.html' title='My Latest Update'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116059896664048336</id><published>2006-10-11T23:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:08:47.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FONZY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fonzy, 96.5 is Radio Bahrain, it's their local station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cuz my mom is Bahraini, and I go 2 Bahrain alot, we always listen 2 it, but I didn't know it was the same wave from there 2 here which is the 96.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the host is a Bahraini dude with not so much good English, but it'll do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll just flip from one station 2 the other LOOOOOL, we're gonna have more choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! Fix the station on 96.3, it's much clearer, no static!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116059896664048336?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116059896664048336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116059896664048336' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116059896664048336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116059896664048336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/10/fonzy.html' title='FONZY!!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116041804796291311</id><published>2006-10-09T21:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:31:43.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>مطاط.ي.ز</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What the hey??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;منو شاف "طاش ما طاش" اليوم؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لوووول&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هذه الكلمة قالوها كذا مرة عاااادي!! حصل خير&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"مطاط.ي.ز"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عاد أنتو ركبوها, هذه اسم أكلة عندهم&lt;br /&gt;ولا!!!! في كلمة ثانية هم قليلة الأدب&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مادري حتى بالألغاز فضيحة&lt;br /&gt;أقولها ولا لأ؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;بوراشد ساعدني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sij Makoo shi'3ool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;وشرايكم بهادعايات&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- "Music is my life....Music is my perfume...Music is my LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- "Exciting....Never weeeethout (without) it...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- And whats up with the ALWAYS and the EMJOI commercials????&lt;br /&gt;So embarrassing infront of my dad and brothers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ما أقدر أركز مع زوجي قبل أولويز وألحين أفهم كلمة كلمة"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up with that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And EMJOI with the old lady holding sheerah....I know men know this, but the way she's holding it and the sound of it EWWWWW??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hada moooooooo waktah 3la el-fa6oor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makoo shi'3ool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116041804796291311?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116041804796291311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116041804796291311' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116041804796291311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116041804796291311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_09.html' title='مطاط.ي.ز'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116038077222437905</id><published>2006-10-09T10:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:59:32.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you 3ajel  عاجل</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;بالكويتي المو وايد فصيح&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;أروح قراية بحسينية سيد محمد...؟&lt;br /&gt;ولا ختمة أنعام ابيت أم عباس.....؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;أشرب لبن عجيب من المسجد اللي بالرميثية...؟&lt;br /&gt;ولا أشرب  فيمتو من حسينية الأوحد اللي بالمنصورية.....؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;أسمع قراية وأبجي وأطق صدر....؟&lt;br /&gt;ولا أسمع محاضرة وأسولف وأحش على جنب....؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;أساعد بالطباخ للصبح وأوزع عيش وتصير ريحتي أكل وأروح أسوي حمام مغربي عقبها...؟&lt;br /&gt;ولا أسوي نذر وأطق عالجدر وأروح بيتنا أنام وريحتي حلوة...؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;يالا بو راشد في أمك خير قولي&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;بي.أس.&lt;br /&gt;كلش مو عيمية وكلش العيم ما يحبون يطنزون كلش!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وسوري حق العيم اللي يمكن راح يزعلون مني.....بس لما الواحد يطنز على عشيرته غير من اللي برة العشيرة.....ولا أنا غلطانة؟&lt;br /&gt;&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/15162495-116038077222437905?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116038077222437905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116038077222437905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116038077222437905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116038077222437905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-ones-for-you-3ajel_09.html' title='This one&apos;s for you 3ajel  عاجل'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-116030262346330371</id><published>2006-10-08T13:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:17:03.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Therapy &amp; Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi bloggie :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok…I did a bad thing….my cousin asked 4 this yummy recipe I did last week at our family gathering, I gave her all the details and I was very informative, but I left out one little detail…I lied while I'm fasting….OOOOOF! I can't believe I did that, I'm usually generous and tell everything, but this thing I lied about was kinda like my "secret" touch 2 this recipe, and I don't want anybody 2 know, is that wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not nice 2 tell her that:"I don't wanna give this certain touch 2 you cuz I want it 2 stay a "secret"…sorry habeebty…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry dear cousin….but believe me it will turn out yummy just the same….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, yesterday I didn't go 2 the gym, and I didn't stop eating till I went 2 bed at 11:30pm, which is a first since the first of Ramadan….&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a mess yesterday…and I was soooooo sleepy after fa6oor, although I ate a lot of jarjeer salad with balsamic vinegar, AJEEEEB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what ruined it 4 me was those Garge3an sacks our family keeps sending…DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta hide them when I first get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night (which not uncommon 2 me cuz I dream 3-4 dreams EVERY SINGLE night all my life), anyways I was in this play, and I was talking in the Arabic language fluently, which is soooooooo not me, cuz I'm sooooooo bad in Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwaiti ok, but ARABIC….I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN those Ramadan episodes in ARABIC….LOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Where's that physical therapist blogger??&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking 4 youuuuuuu….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-116030262346330371?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116030262346330371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=116030262346330371' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116030262346330371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/116030262346330371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/10/physical-therapy-random-thoughts.html' title='Physical Therapy &amp; Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-115986719942287382</id><published>2006-10-03T12:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:05:17.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>جدرنا: بسكم وأنتو تلعبون بنعمة الله</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Hi bloggie, miss ya :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dear bloggers, Ramdan Kareem, or as I have been saying this year: "Merry Ramdan"…….LoooooL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged since the last time I said I was gonna, when I took my nice vacation, I was planning to do the blogging in the mornings, to have free time later to workout and go out, I did everything I wanted in this R&amp;R vacation, except blogging, cuz I slept in the mornings till 12pm heeheeheeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways lots have been going on, but this thing I had to say something about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody watch this show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"جدرنا"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on Fanoon channel just right before fa6oor, it's a 5 minute show, starring that guy (I don't know the name of the guy), in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;قصة معاملة&lt;/span&gt; which was super hilarious and smart.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this show "Jiderna" is kinda of a cooking show, but the kitchen is old and dirty, with old and dirty utensils, and this guy is the chef and makes like really easy dishes, which we usually have for breakfast or dinner, such as: Fool mudamas (mashed beans I think in English), Roub &amp;amp; Khiyar (yogurt &amp; cucumber), Bai'9 6ooma6 (eggs &amp;amp; tomatoes), White cheese with olives, cucumber, tomatoes &amp; Khobous Irani (Iranian bread)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all fine &amp;amp; dandy, smart &amp;amp; unique, and also funny, very funny, I mean this guy cracks me up, his face is soooo 3bee6 which makes him a good comedian…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT….BUT…..he plays a lot with the food….LAISH? HARAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean he throws it around, slices the vegetables and half of it falls on the floor, whipping the food till it gets all over the kitchen, smashing the food, pretends like he's one of those first class chefs that throw the food in the air from the cooking pan (which is funny what he says and what he's doing) but it gets bad when the food starts to get all over the ground, now that’s when I stop laughing and get goose bumps…Walla…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is cool, making fun about other cooking shows, but playing with the food to that extreme is just not right…PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Muslims, and we have high respect for the food God has blessed us with…and to me (at least) if you don't respect this blessing, that means you don't have respect towards Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care guys&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-115986719942287382?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/115986719942287382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=115986719942287382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/115986719942287382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/115986719942287382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='جدرنا: بسكم وأنتو تلعبون بنعمة الله'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-115719017653720128</id><published>2006-09-02T12:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:18:45.580+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawash Yawash Bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Hi bloggie….*kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fellow bloggers, there are A LOT of you guys, I'm running out of time to read you guys, I don't know who to read, what to see, where to start, when to comment, I'm going insane…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narles Barkley "Crazy" is playing in the background (my brain) while I'm running after you guys to read ya…*getting out of breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawash Yawash guys…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to do my best, and some I just wanna comment, but don't have time, a person needs a whole vacation just to read all of ya (well at least most of ya, cuz I need my vacation to sleep, eat and sleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by coincidence, since having the urge to blog again recently, I was planning to take a 2 week vacation starting this week. I haven't taken one for resting for ages (actually Jan. 2004 where I took a month in France and had time to have fun and rest).&lt;br /&gt;We go to France every year, but that year I took it when I was working, so it had a different flavor to it from all those summer breaks from school and college, if you know what I mean, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of my vacations were for traveling, and never wasting time on it for sleeping, cuz I hate traveling and wasting the trip on sleeping, only if it was a long period of time like that month in France, where you have time to sleep till noon, but since then, I only take 2-3 weeks vacation for traveling ONLY, cuz I hate taking a long vacation (one month) just to stay in Kuwait and do nothing but sleep, I hate it when people do that and I'm so against it, but really I'm getting tired, so I decided to take just 2 weeks to rest, go to the gym, and blog a little, cuz as I mentioned before, I had this urge when planning to take this vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I've been to London (Dec./Jan.), I even wanted to post about the crazy night on New Year, (don’t worry, no drinking involved, I know how to have fun without getting drunk) but as you can see, the last thing about the trip was my Seinfeld's post. And that trip was also fun and shopping…and not much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in June I went to NY and Orlando, had an amazing time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But didn't get much sleep either….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these 2 weeks, I really wanna rest and sleep till 12pm, and stay up, and focus on exercising and loosing a few kilos, massages, shopping, and blogging….but as I said, only for 2 weeks, that’s enough to spend it here in Kuwait…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Yours Truly&lt;br /&gt;Puppylove&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/15162495-115719017653720128?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/115719017653720128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=115719017653720128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/115719017653720128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/115719017653720128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/09/yawash-yawash-bloggers.html' title='Yawash Yawash Bloggers'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-115701398958415689</id><published>2006-08-31T10:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:34:47.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers have no life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;*yawn*&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;Good morning post, long time no see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Good morning bloggers, it's been a while...&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;I haven't posted for a loooooong time, I was so busy, and alot has hapened, of course you can imagine cuz it has been for months.&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;I miss bloggin, I have this urge this morning to post something, even if I don't have an interesting topic, I just wanted the feeling that I exist....in my own far away world....&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;I felt that I have neglected myself by neglecting my post, although I have been taking care of myself physically, but my existence through my blog, in this cyber world has been put on hold for quite a while.&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;I had this friend that I have discussed with about blogging last December, although I have not told this friend that I'm a blogger, he said:"Yeah I've heard of it, it's for &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;losers&lt;/span&gt;, for people that don't have a life!" &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;I tried to defend us without exposing myself, but he didn't care, he said:"I can get my info from the news and friends, I don't have to read peoples' diaries."&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;I have seen alot of changes, and alot of new people, does that mean that blogging has become a trend, or that alot of people have nothing else to do?&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;Well, all I know for me, is that despite my busy life the time I was bloggin, I squeezed my bloggin in the schedule, it's just that I'm a person that gets bored easily, and I knew this was gonna happen, I said it in one of my pevious posts, or I think I told a blogger friend.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;And thats what happened, I got bored, stressed from life, but I never forgot about it, I missed it, thats why I have been fantasizing about posting these past few days....&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;Well, I will leave you for now my dear blog to cruise along with the other nice bloggies in Safat....so you will feel alive again, dancing and prancing, feeling the blood in your veins....&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;IMMMMMMMMMMWAHHHHHH bloggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I love ya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-115701398958415689?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/115701398958415689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=115701398958415689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/115701398958415689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/115701398958415689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/08/bloggers-have-no-life.html' title='Bloggers have no life?'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-113830416982426111</id><published>2006-01-26T23:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:50:53.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seinfeld's "Low Talker"; London Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ok, now that everything has settled down, and we have a "new" Amir, and slept a lot after arriving from London, I'm gonna post some of the things that happened while I was in London, it's gonna be in random, so what ever comes to mind, I'm gonna post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cousin that works in London, he got his masters last year there, and decided to work and live there for a while, so I called him up to get together (I haven't seen him for 3 years) , so we decided to meet in Knights Bridge's "One On One" restaurant. I told my other relatives to come with me, but they all said they were busy, so it was just me and my other cousin (she's my best friend, the one I mentioned before in previous posts). But all of a sudden, she says:" Hey, you go alone, I'm not in the mood for going out tonight, besides, he's your cousin and I'm shy." (Cuz she's from my father's side and he's from my mom's side). Of course there was no use even after begging her, so it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my cousin calls me an hour before our get together, and tells me: "Hey, are you coming alone?" I replied: "Yes, why?" He says: "Well, can I bring my girlfriend? Do you mind?" I said: "No, why would I? Bring her, this is a chance to meet her since I'm coming alone, I've heard all about her during summer, from your mom's nagging of you marrying her LOOOOOOOOOL"&lt;br /&gt;He laughed: "Yeah, you know how my mom is, but she was here in September, and finally liked her, I THINK!! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOL"&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself so I won't hurt his feelings: "I don't think so….cuz she still nags, but didn't tell him so she won't hurt his feelings" LOOOL&lt;br /&gt;And he continues: "Besides, we haven't talked about marriage yet, it's too early to decide if she's the one, but I admit I enjoy her company, but mom thinks that cuz she's British that she's marrying me for the money, and by the time we come back home, she's gonna dump me and ask for a divorce and take away my children LOOOL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is risky, cuz even my brother is hooked up with an American women, but he's crazy about her and thinks that she's the one, and my other brother is seeing a French girl, but he's not that crazy about her, so there you go, all my male relatives have gone global LOOOOOL!! But I do admit I worry about them, I advice them to be careful, it's good they take the advice well except my brother who's with the American girl, he's in love, and believes that she won't leave him, besides, she already lives here, so that’s' not THAT frightening I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, who isn't getting divorced nowadays huh? And I don't interfere with two people who are together, Allah yewafig eljamee3 either with Kuwaitis or from any other country, I have never minded that, I always joke that I wanna marry an Italian man….heeheehee Just hope that everyone makes the right choice by knowing how they feel good inside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the main subject.&lt;br /&gt;So I was there on time, and my cousin with his girlfriend came after 5 mins, my cousin walked faster when he saw me &amp; threw himself in my arms and hugged me hard saying: "I MISSED YOU!!!" I almost cried saying: "I MISSED YOU TOO!!" (He's the only cousin of all my male "grown men" cousins that I hug and kiss, I don't know why, but it happened like this). He's 25 but I still see him adorable, and he has become so handsome and tall, so we go inside and sit, and still, she hasn't said a word except nice to meet you while shaking hands outside, cuz me and my cousin were so busy catching up with things that happened in our lives, and she was sitting there smiling at us, till I don't remember what it was that my cousin told her so she started to talk, at first I thought that I wasn't hearing her well, so I said: "Excuse me, sorry I didn't hear that."&lt;br /&gt;But she repeats the same thing with the same volume, so I nodded "yes yes" pretending I'm hearing her, I don't know why I did that?!! LOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna embarrass her, so again, she starts talking, and talking to my cousin, and they both laugh HA HA HA HA HA, and talking back to me, and I still can't hear what she's saying!! I only heard her like a couple of times that night.&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant wasn't even crowded, but I pretended that I was hearing her and laughed a stupid laugh that was soooooooo fake!!! LOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;It was hysterical!!! You could see it in my body language and in my facial expressions that I was always leaning forward and concentrating a lot just to hear a casual conversation, like I was in an anatomy class listening and concentrating on what the professor has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly like that Seinfeld's episode of Kramer's girlfriend "The Low Talker" episode…I suddenly remembered that episode and want to laugh cuz I was living it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Low Talker:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"hfjheifo vscvcwrda opiroi mnjngf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;"Ahaaa, yes yes…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Low Talker:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"dsdhudgw pollmhgeqw zxdasexaw czfdq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Yes exactly HA HA HA HA HA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (In a frightful fake way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Low Talker:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"cpioidye ,mijoigf hbhgdyug rrwewrtdt bvfryhoak wrrfgyvzp&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Yes, true true….aha aha aha…ah YUP YUP"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (More nodding and placing my hand under my chin with a couple of my fingers on my mouth so to hold my laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God!! It was nerve wrecking!!! I SWEAR!!! I still laugh when I remember that night, I was praying that she wasn’t gonna say something I would end up hating to do it, like when Seinfeld agreed to wear the stupid pirate puffy shirt without knowing!!! LOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rapp.org/wp-content/111904-puffy_shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rapp.org/wp-content/111904-puffy_shirt.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/15162495-113830416982426111?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/113830416982426111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=113830416982426111' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113830416982426111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113830416982426111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/01/seinfelds-low-talker-londo_113830416982426111.html' title='Seinfeld&apos;s &quot;Low Talker&quot;; London Part One'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-113809403862032969</id><published>2006-01-24T12:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:43:55.198+03:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apology for Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read your latest comments or should I say replies on my last post, and I would like to say that I appreciated your apology very much, appreciated that you went back and forth to my blog just to apologize for the SECOND time, that took guts, and showed how such a good person you are, and when I read it, I said: "WOW!! What a true lady, I must do something in return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to apologize to you as well, infront of all the bloggers, I wanted to say I am also truly sorry for saying those harsh things too, I got really shocked and mad cuz I thought this wasn't the time for harsh words, no matter how a person reacts or expresses his/her feelings, so I replied back rudely also. So once again I am sorry for saying what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash, believe me, I am not here to make enemies, I'm here to say what I wanna say, get to know people and make friends, and what you see in this blog is not exactly what you get, this is just a drop from the ocean of who I am, cuz I know that a lot of bloggers out there think that flashy colors, calm colors, pictures, fancy words, fancy fonts, present what a person is. As you can see, my blog is simple and pinky, I am simple and love the color pink, but I am also a WOMAN bursting with energy and filled with all kinds of emotions, that loves all the colors, and in fact, for a while I have started to wear black most of the time, I don't know why, but I'm still the same person, so a lot of things in me that the bloggers don't see, that don’t know anything about my life…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bloggers once told me that he thinks I'm an "airhead", LOOOOL KAIFAH!&lt;br /&gt;He told me that I should present myself through my blog in a better way, WALLAH 3AD KAIFEE…I told him just because I don't write fancy shmancy stuff, doesn't mean that I'm an airhead, I told him that: "You don't even know what I do in my real life or what I do for a living, thank God I'm well educated and don't need your opinion, the "real" people from the "real" world know me well."&lt;br /&gt;I just simply don't have that much time to just sit and blog everyday, or think hard about the next "perfect" post, I just type what I wanna say in the heat of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, turning the CAPS LOCK ON or OFF doesn't mean that I'm screaming, cuz it's all in my head, and I have this blog to express myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before, I'm a strong lady, cuz you won't believe the share of problems I've had in my life, and who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;But I've stood still…..&lt;br /&gt;I developed a nasty cold (probably cuz I was so sad), even that day when I was crying, I was sneezing, coughing and my body ached all the time, and becuz I was crying silently, by night I got a severe headache cuz I was bottling it all in. I was so sad that I couldn't sleep, my dad told me: "Basech Puppy, go to sleep Baba, you're tired, basech bachy."&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up till 4 am and woke up 10 am with my eyes all puffed up from crying. The only two times I cried loudly and let it all out was when I went to bed that night in my room and cried myself to sleep, and the next day in my car when I went to the coop to buy stuff, I cried listening to the radio of that sad music they put between the interviews while putting his pictures, and cried when I returned home. And the day before on Saturday, we had a MAJOR family crisis, but thank God it got solved by the end of the day. But sub7an Allah, since Friday, before all that, I had this feeling like a big stone was on my chest, nothing made me laugh, and felt MAKHNOOGAH….weird, then I knew why….it was such a bad week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry once again, and your welcomed to visit my blog anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for causing confusions.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for the long post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;RIP Ameer Jaber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-113809403862032969?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/113809403862032969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=113809403862032969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113809403862032969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113809403862032969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2006/01/apology-for-crash.html' title='An Apology for Crash'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-113604085407449115</id><published>2005-12-31T15:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:57:12.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year from London!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Hey there bloggers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Hapy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I arrived here 4 days ago, I had a good flight, I sat next to an american guy, he was really funny, we had a good chat. Amazingly, I didn't feel like it was a long flight, it was 6 hrs and 1/2, but for the first time I didn't feel tired, I even went to the toilet to freshen up only once...I saw 3 movies, usually I get see 2 or one and half of the second movie, but these were an hour and a half min. movies so there was time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I saw "Bob the Butler", Brooke Sheilds is always beautiful, that Hillary Duff and Heather Locklear movie with the sexy handsome Chris Noth, and that Ben Affleck and Christina Applegate movie, where he rents Christina's family to not spend christmas alone, he was hilarious!!! I cracked up alot out loud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;The american guy's TV screen didn't work, but he could only hear, so we watched together from my screen, while listening from our headphones, and I offered him some of my chocolate and gum I bought from the airport, and he offered me his danish pastery, but I said no thanx, cuz it was our first snack and I assumed he might be hungry... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;He told me about a couple of his girlfriends he dated before he got married, we had a good laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;When I first arrived, I got a taxi, got to the center of London, my cousin was waiting for me badly, she saw me from the balconcy, came downstairs running, we hugged so hard and she started crying and telling me how much she missed me (me and her are so close, more than her sister, she was the one with me in the "Freakin Fire Station" post), and I had missed her alot, and my best friend also left one week after her to Egypt, so I was really lonely....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I arranged my things and hung my clothes and headed to OXFORD STREET!!!!! Such a Kuwaiti!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;All the Kuwaiti families here were like:"Let the girl relax!!" telling my cousins, I told them that I feel fresh, cuz when I travel, I always feel tired on the plane, but when I first arrive, cuz of all the excitement I get soooooooo hyper, in fact, this was the first time I arranged my things before I went out, usually I arrange them the next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;So today, my aunt invited one of their friends (friends from Kuwait, he's my uncle's friend and his wife), were having fish YUMM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I wanted to get online since the first night, but their telephone plugs here are different, so I bought one just yestrday, but I didn't have time to type anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Things I bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;- The latest Gucci bag and matching wallet (pinky and green) just to die for!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;- A white furry and chashmere (I don't know how to spell it) vest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;- Sex and the City DVD, all the six seasons YAAAAAAAAAAY!!! That was my dream to buy when I first get here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;- Da Vinci Code, the hard cover with all the pictures!! COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;- Some other stuff that I'm not supposed to share with you guys heeheeheeheehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;- And last but not least, a brit mobile line (it's cheaper than dowali) that was of course the first thing I did when I arrived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;There weather is awesome, it snowed a little the first night, then sunny, then it rained again yesterday, and today it's sunny, I love the sunny with cold windy weather, unlike one of my friends from back home, who smokes, she hates it!!! LOOOOL nd we're expecting some snow also tonight, but of course, just little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I don't wear my gloves only when I get really cold, unlike my cousins, they wear it from the apartment, and they're like:"WEAR THEM U'LL FREEZE!!!" and I just laugh, cuz I love the cold, and besides, I experienced colder times when I used live in the states with all the piles of snow, I have tolerated the cold since I was a young girl, I LOVE rolling in the snow, till last year when I was in France, my bro would tell me:"U still play like a little girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Anyways, gotta go eat lunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;We're having some plans for tonight, some parade and fireworks going on somewhere, my cousin's friend is taking us, I'll try to post some pics if I learn how LOOOOOOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Cheers!!&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/15162495-113604085407449115?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/113604085407449115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=113604085407449115' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113604085407449115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113604085407449115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year-from-london.html' title='Happy New Year from London!!!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-113474924909314029</id><published>2005-12-16T20:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:11:24.980+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A five year crush??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Hey bloggers, it's been a while since I've posted something, but don't worry, I'm still reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Anyhoo..I've had a crazy hectic week, and I wanted to post about this certain situation that happened to me last Saturday, but I didn't find the time, until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;I have a good relationship with my co-workers, men and women, I get along with everybody, say "Hi" to everyone, I'm one of those "fresh" people in the morning, cuz I'm a morning person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;One of those co-workers, is of course a guy, which me and him are soooooooooooooooooooo brother and sister (at least thats what I thought), I've know him since I was a training student, cuz he's older, and we've been working for 3 years, so I've know him a total of 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;We gotten closer through the years (but as brother and sister), I mean we would have our coffee breaks sometimes together, and he feels sooooooooo comfortable with me that he tells me everything, like all his family problems, and how much his mother is sick, and how he's struggling through failed relationships (he doesn't say names or details), of course I talked with him, but I never discussed my private issues, although he's been in the states for almost 12 years and he's very much open-minded, but still, I could never say "everything", and besides, he's just my co-worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And through all these years, he never had lust in his eyes (unlike alot of other co-workers), he respected me alot and that what made alot of male co-workers jealous of him, cuz i spent some of my free time with him and my female co-workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And for the past year or so, he had started to ask me about my personal life, like for instance: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Don't you wanna get married? Has somebody asked your hand in marriage?" &lt;/span&gt;And I would reply laughing: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No not yet"&lt;/span&gt; And he would always say stuff like: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Your gorgeous, are MEN BLIND?? Yala it's ok, inshallah Allah yirzegich." &lt;/span&gt;(may God send you a man of your own).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;I have never had doubts about his questions, cuz they way he asked me and his tone of voice was sooooooooooooo friendly and caring, he never sounded like he was implying anything, cuz I would've known, and it would show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Then he started adding another question to the rest of the questions, like: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"So, no boyfriend?? LOOOOOOOOOL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And I would laugh too cuz WALLAH I thought he was joking, cuz he would stop after we laugh and he wouldn't comment on it and we start talking about other stuff......till this Saturday......I was sooooo busy doing my paperwork, when he approached me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Him: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Hiiiiiiiiii, 3a6eenah waiyh"&lt;/span&gt; (give us face=why are ignoring me? Or something like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oh sorry, but as you can see I'm sooooo busy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Him: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"So how's life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;(I still haven't looked at him cuz I was still busy writing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Him: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"No marriage proposals? No boyfriend? LOOOOOOOOL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hee hee hee, noooooooooo not yet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Him: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Looks like we're gonna end up marrying each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "LOOOOOOOOOOOOL YEAH!! Probably! Imagine that? LOOOOOOOOOOL, But if so, I'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;be honoured, your a good man."&lt;/span&gt; (I have still not looked at him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Him: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"No I'm serious, I like you, and I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;like to take you out 2 a movie and dinner, if you don't mind." &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(and this particular sentence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;was said in English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And the pen just fell from my hand, and I looked straight at him,&lt;/span&gt; and for the first time, he had that look, that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I'm crazy about you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; look. I was speechless, and he told me that he had feelings for me since forever, but he didn't have the guts to tell me cuz he thinks that he isn't my type!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Well kinda yeah, cuz he's a co-worker?? HELLO?? I don't mix business with pleasure, although there are cuties, but NO!!! And ALWAYS the one's who got the guts and approach me are either married, or not my type SHEESH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And this guy, is like a brother to me, so sorry I can't. So I just stood there with my jaws glued to the floor, and he left me saying: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;" I'll give you time 2 think about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And since that day, my "Hello's" turned to just nodding and raising the eyebrows. I can't talk to him anymore like I used to, he was the only one I felt comfortable with, now he's one of those guys, he's probably now picturing me naked or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;But the question is, why did he ask me out? From where did he get the impression that I simply can go out in public?? And why did he ask me out when we have just finished talking about marriage? Doesn't he know that if he wants me to take him seriously that he should ask to talk to my father? Does he have to take me out to ask me this?? Or he wants something else?? I'm not stupid to date a guy from work. Or just becuz I laugh and speak good English, I can easily go out? Cuz I know alot have had that impression about me, even female co-workers tell me that it's not good in Kuwait to be too smiley!!! WTF??!! Whatever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Anyhoo, I haven't replied to him, but if he asks again, I'm gonna say: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sorry, ur like a brother to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Sorry for the long post guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Take care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;GOD I LOVE THE SONG &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;عيناك&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Your Eyes" by Khaled Al.Shaik....I used to listen to it alot when I first discovered it in 1999, and I've been listening to it again for the past month....it's so sexy and romantic.... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"SIGH" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I get so teary especially during the oud part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I bet Bo Ghazi knows this one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-113474924909314029?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/113474924909314029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=113474924909314029' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113474924909314029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113474924909314029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/12/five-year-crush.html' title='A five year crush??'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-113344721292789981</id><published>2005-12-01T16:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:30:38.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin Fire Station; ROCK HARD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&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, you've got 2 hear this guys (well actually read this)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last week I was with my cousin in a certain area after shopping at aroun&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10pm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and heading home&lt;/span&gt;, we passed by one of the fire stations in this certain "area". So we were on the U turn waiting 4 the cars 2 pass by, my cousin was driving, and I was in the passenger's seat, so of course my cousin was the one occupied and waiting 4 our turn 2 turn, and I was looking straight ahead at the fire station, when SUDDENLY my eyes fell on something ODD!!!! I saw &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big windows without any curtains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and about 13 heads lounging back on the couches or "ganafat" with a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big screen TV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and in it was some kind of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rhythm moving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK AND FORTH!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I focused hard 2 see WTF was going on..?? And I realized that the guys were watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PORN!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I was in deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep shock, that I just started shouting out random words while pointing my finger&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:"STOP!! SEX!! PORN!! FIRE!! GUYS!!! GUYZ!!! WAIT!! IMPOSSIBLE!! SEX!! PORN!!! STATION!!! FIRE!!! THERE THERE OVER THERE!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;And my cousin just froze although there were no more cars coming, she wanted 2 check 2 make sure I wasn't fooling around, &amp; we both screamed&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO WAY!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So I told her out of insanity&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:"Go there!!! GO THERE!!! I wanna give them a piece of my mind!!! But while we're in the car of course......"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (such a chicken)&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;So my cousin said&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"R U crazy??!! They r soooooooooooo horny now that they might rape us!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I realized she was right but cuz I got crazy that I didn't think straight, which is usually how I react until I calm down. Anyhoo, we laughed &amp;amp; drove away, so I thought of something crazy, I told my cousin that I can't stay silent and that I had 2 say something, so I got a hold of their number and called!!!!!! &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;Puppy&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hello, is this (....)'s fire sation?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;Fire Fighter&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes...can I help you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;Puppy&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well actually, this is not an emergency, but we just drove by ur staion and we kinda saw something...? That was sooooo clear through the windows...? And u guys looked so comfortable...?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;Fire Fighter&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"AHA....okayyyyyyyyyyy....? Yes, yes I see what u mean..." (felt an embarrassement from his tone of voice)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Puppy&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So I just wanted 2 say, that everything showed and it was "mo hilwa" (not a pretty site), thats all, sorry 4 the disturbance and thank u."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Fire Fighter&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ok...don't worry about, thank you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I was soooooooooooooo nice despite I was in shock and in anger, but I was afraid they would do something 2 me (such a coward I KNOW!), u know, call me up and sue me, cuz I didn't have hard evidence, but at the same time it was so funny, but I think they shouldn't have done that cuz it's insulting 2 our country when u think about it...&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;But they sure were &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Rockin HARD&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; heeheehee&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;Peace!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&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/15162495-113344721292789981?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/113344721292789981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=113344721292789981' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113344721292789981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113344721292789981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/12/freakin-fire-station-rock-hard.html' title='Freakin Fire Station; ROCK HARD!!!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-113341413600909477</id><published>2005-12-01T08:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T08:23:49.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggerettes get together, Symposium or conference or whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Helloooooo friends, I know I know, I have disappeared for a looooooooooong time, I missed everybody...I turned 28 last October boooooooohooooooooo, I'm getting old, but thank God, ppl always think that I look 23 YAAAAY!!! (Thats something i forgot 2 brag about Miss Cosmo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Anyways, I had this kinda important conference or symposium last week, and there was this certain someone with a certain profession that gave a certain lecture that was soooooooooooooooooooooo HOT!!! He is soooooooooo the man of my dreams, I have heard about him alot, but just met him in this conference...and I had kind of a feeling that he's a blogger cuz he said something that was mentioned in one the blogs posted before, so I was kinda like:"hmmmmmmmmmmmm".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;I know I'm toooooooooooooooo late to post this but I was soooooooooooo busy, anyhoo, I was with the bloggerttes last Friday (as some of u know), I had a wonderful time, all the girls were sweet, nice and wonderful, we had lots of laughs, I felt soooooooooo comfortable with them as if I knew them for years!!!I don't know if I'm supposed 2 mention who was there, so who wants 2 say who was there of course can mention that in the comments. I was so jealous that I had 2 go somewhere and the girls went (after our mocha drinking) to have dinner (I hope u guys tried the salmon rizatto "&lt;em&gt;if thats how it's spelled&lt;/em&gt;" I recommended).Anyways, u gals who were there and knew where I went, for the record, I wasted my time there and got soooooooooooooooooooo pissed cuz I was having a great time with u guys, I wish I didin't go....who wants 2 know in specific details (the gals of course) email me....But surely, we have 2 to do this getting together thing again soooooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Luv ya bloggers and miss u guys soooooooooooooo much :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-113341413600909477?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/113341413600909477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=113341413600909477' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113341413600909477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/113341413600909477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/11/bloggerettes-get-together-symposium-or.html' title='Bloggerettes get together, Symposium or conference or whatever!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112552137994436483</id><published>2005-09-01T17:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:49:39.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'M BAAAAAACK!!"   *if anybody is interested*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Helllllllllloooooooooo dear ol' bloggerssssss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I missed ya guys!!!! I missed ya!!! I MISSED YA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bas i'm soooooooooooooooooo ZA3LANA that no one asked about me, why i have disappeared all this time??!!  : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didn't expect that from u guys, all though i love all of ya soooooooooooo much, &amp; missed ya &amp;amp; missed bloggin, i was suprised that i didn't feel loved by u guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know u guys r busy posting ur own blogs....but u know...i thought at "LEAST" one of the closest bloggers would email me or something...i was really disappointed, i thought....4get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyways i hold no grudges....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo busy to blog...but i'll try 2 come back 2 blog world on a daily basis as usual as soon my life is settled...just some new stuff is going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And just wanted u guys 2 know that i'm still alive if anybody is interested..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take Care...&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/15162495-112552137994436483?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112552137994436483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112552137994436483' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112552137994436483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112552137994436483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-baaaaaack-if-anybody-is-interested.html' title='&quot;I&apos;M BAAAAAACK!!&quot;   *if anybody is interested*'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112410864950364712</id><published>2005-08-16T05:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:51:10.496+03:00</updated><title type='text'>أبي واحد عفطي!!! ما يصير؟؟؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Yo Yo Yo my fellow Bloggers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why do lots of my family members, friends &amp; other people I know always say:"Inshallah Allah yirzigech biwa7ed zain...rajool SALAH"??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a husband like that....&amp;amp; they always get mad (the old women in the family) when I say:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ما أبي زوج صالح, أبي واحد عفطي&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;What...?? I can't say that..? My aunts give me a weird look &amp; tell me:"Moozain...don't say that..R U insane??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cuz there's no such thing as an angelic husband, &amp;amp; if so, he'd be already taken....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Besides, I've never been those girls that want a husband like that...i want a hot husband...naughty (but only with me of course) sexy....like that guy with Shakira....Alejandro Sanz....He is soooooooooooooooooooo my type...exactly what i want...cute haircut...black hair...sexy goaty....wears black &amp; jeans with cool wrist bands....i love his hands...I'm a big "hands" freak....I just wanna kiss &amp;amp; hold his hands close 2 my face all night long...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Although I expected alot of dancing in that clip, rather than just her doing tuck in's of her abdomen, but that's a different story....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, I might be 27, &amp; most guys my age &amp;amp; plus, here in Q8 don't wear that, but i'm still a teenager at heart....heeheehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways....the point is that, whatever he looks like (according 2 my standards), we have 2 have chemistry....&amp; he has 2 be HOT &amp;amp; NAUGHTY....LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cuz I do like alot of types of men....tall &amp; dark, blonde, bald, shaved heads, cute pony tails, shaved or not...well dressed, casual....what ever, as long as i feel the vibe....(but my # one type is exactly like Alejandro).... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez I want an 3f6ee husband....LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Men, who my family pray 4 me 2 marry, r soooooo boring....I love crazy men....that wanna do carzy freaky stuff, that are spontaneous, those r always (2 me) r the smart ones...but naughty &amp;amp; crazy only with lil' ol' meeeeeeee *devilish giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cuz I think I'm still young &amp;amp; wanna have fun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take Care bloggers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YEAH GASOLINA!!!!!! LOVE 2 DANCE 2 THAT SONG!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-112410864950364712?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112410864950364712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112410864950364712' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112410864950364712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112410864950364712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='أبي واحد عفطي!!! ما يصير؟؟؟'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112401944861982833</id><published>2005-08-15T05:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:33:28.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are Wierd</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know, I know...the guys are soooooooooooo stunned now from my title...but hold on, give me a chance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday I went 2 the co-op 2 buy the groceries, &amp; I just woke up from my afternoon nap (so my face is puffed up a little, my lips get swollen red 4 a while, that always happen 2 me after a sleep...) anyways...the point is that (and this happens 2 alot of girls) when I'm out &amp;amp; not lookin fabulous, guys tend 2 flirt with me more...!!!! I mean, I was not dressed up (cuz I'm only going 2 the co-op &amp; I hate girls who dress up 4 the co-op, except if u were out somewhere &amp;amp; on ur way u stop by the co-op, but there r girls who really dress up 4 the co-op) &amp; I had only lip-gloss mixed with a little vaseline on (and don't tell me it's "the natrual look the guys go 4" crap) cuz I've had days with make-up on, &amp;amp; dress well &amp; they do flirt, but I get more flirting when I look terrible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So this guy yeseterday, notices me, &amp;amp; starts 2 follow me "secertly", &amp; I have a serious problem, when I get nervous, I always giggle &amp;amp; laugh (this happens 2 me right b4 an exam, b4 a rollercoaster ride, b4 an interview, or talkin 2 an important person &amp; once b4 a bungy jump...i laughed my way 2 tears &amp;amp; crying, but thats another show LOLOLOL), so when guys sit &amp; stare or follow me, I get soooooooooooo nervous &amp;amp; choked up, so what happens is that I start 2 get giggley, &amp; guys think that I'm giving them the green light 2 approach me....BUT I SWEAR WALLAH WALLAH WALLAH I DON'T MEAN TO!!!! I don't why this happens 2 me...is it becuz I'm laughing at myself from my nervousness cuz I look like a fool..? Or is it that I look "amazing" (yeah right) &amp;amp; I'm laughing cuz the guy has gone insane 4 wanting me like this.? I think it's the 2 reasons. And I try 2 look away so he won't get the satisfaction, and also I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooo shy, I could never do eye contact with a guy lookin at me, I get a headache from my nervousness &amp; my body trembles...&amp;amp; eventually as always I get the giggley feeling....&amp; that's why I look away, &amp;amp; also cuz I don't like knowing guys this way, &amp; cuz I'm in my area's co-op, &amp;amp; somebody might see me, so alot of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So after following me, he comes &amp; stands behind me &amp;amp; helps me with the grocery that is left under the 3arabanah (where I had put oranges &amp; Ariel soap box) &amp;amp; I said:"Thank u, u shouldn't have" trying 2 be polite &amp; he's like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ليش امعصبة؟؟ مع ان ملامحج تبين أنج طيبة...انزين تعبت وأنا أسألج في&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; مجال..انزين حفظي الرقم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For crying out loud!!!!! I even haven't plucked my eyebrows for 3 weeks cuz I'm on vacation &amp;amp; I don't care 2 pluck them...&amp; I'm waiting till this weekend b4 I get back 2 work soon, cuz I'm not going 2 a fancy shmancy place, &amp;amp; I haven't been 2 a fancy shmancy place since 3 weeks....so....WHAT THE HEY??!!! What do u want from me..?? I look a mess....this always happen 2 me &amp; lots of other girls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Is it cuz a well dressed woman looks like someone important &amp;amp; dominant in society?? And most guys are afraid 2 approach them, only the really gutsy ones...?? Even when girls drive fancy cars, guys don't follow 'em around, but if she's driving a Galant...everybody goes after her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You guys r weird...LOLOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways....I simply ignored him, &amp;amp; he followed me 2 my car, till I got in &amp; drove away....&amp;amp; he just stood there....Maskeen...LOLOLOL But I do feel sympathy towards him that he got out of his way 2 waste his time 4 me....but, it's wrong, cuz at the end of the day, most guys don't take girls seriously by meeting them this way....so why bother...? Why waste my time &amp;amp; emotions...? Most guys here in Q8 never take girls seriously, only if she's recommended by his mother....after telling her 2 find him one, after all his boyish adventures with girls....sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take Care bloggers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ciao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-112401944861982833?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112401944861982833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112401944861982833' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112401944861982833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112401944861982833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/men-are-wierd.html' title='Men are Wierd'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112386600975813246</id><published>2005-08-13T07:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:03:09.756+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greek God result</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was my result....I had no idea....but I am passionate...so probably thats why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But i don't make people pay the price 4 something &amp; i'm not out 4 revenge...i'm sooooooo the opposite...i'm such a chicken....i get mad &amp;amp; scream....then in a few minutes i calm down, &amp; don't do anything about it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;يا ما أيام ضيعت حقوقي بسبب الخوف أو كرامتي عشان مالي خلق مشاكل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And i'm not intimidating or overly confident....i have sooooooooo many low self-esteem days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But the rest is true...i am strong &amp;amp; dominant in my family....&amp; always make my own decisions...i know what i want &amp;amp; how i want it....some of the times (cuz i am a true libra, &amp; we r know 4 our hestitations &amp;amp; seeking advice, but at the end, it's all up 2 me!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img alt="nemesis" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061402544_oprevenge2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enjoy whats left of the weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-112386600975813246?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112386600975813246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112386600975813246' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112386600975813246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112386600975813246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/greek-god-result.html' title='The Greek God result'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112376249438531411</id><published>2005-08-12T05:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:28:24.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo Yo Yo BLOGGERS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I need a therapy session, so all of u bloggers r gonna be my shrinks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story # 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Tuesday was such a baaaaaaaaaaaaad day 4 me, feeling lonely again....cried myself 2 sleep.....like most of my days.....feeling depressed, there's no one home 2 entertain me, &amp; my siblings r all out...i was all alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;"Lonely, I'm so lonely, I have nobody, 4 my own, ooooooohhhhh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Except that song doesn't make me cry....its not sobby enough 4 me...but what i do is put on some SADE...&amp;amp; I cry me a river...I love ALL her songs, &amp; most of them make me sob...then i feel good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Story # 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So yesterday i called one of my friends from work, &amp;amp; told her that im so bored, &amp; if she's free 2 go out with me, she said:"&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I'm free tonight.."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So we went &amp;amp; saw the movie "The Island", I'm not gonna give u guyz any reviews like Bo Ghazi, since it's just a new movie, but despite the action type of this movie (which i hate), i kinda liked the story, it's something new...&amp; a dream 4 people who wanna live a longer better life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Scarlett (the actress), was such a tomboy in her pre-teen years, but she grew up 2 be such a beautiful lady...i like her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Then we went 2 the Marina Cresent 2 have dinner...&amp;amp; the "KIDS" there would not stop buggin us, (of course nothing new in Q8), BUT WHATS UP WITH THE CRAZY HAIRSTYLES??!! Its getting ridiculous!! I mean, it started out with the spikey hairstyle years ago (really short, but shows that its spikey) &amp; i must admitt that i like that style, its sexy....but the new look, "CRAZY" as they call it (i think)...is way off limits....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Anways, this friend of mine, we have never been out together be4, but she's soooooooo the opposite of my other friend (which is a bit quiet &amp;amp; boring &amp; doesnt wanna listen 2 the radio cuz after she came from Haaj this year, blah blah blah) but i still respect her &amp;amp; have a good time with her, but this friend yesterday, she's so loud &amp; wanted 2 fight with all they guys, &amp;amp; was obsessed that everyone of them was "Yekhizha", all the time she was like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;"Why is this guy lookin at me? Look at him...he's staring at me...I gonna pop his eye with my fork....look at him..&amp; him &amp;amp; him....why they keep staring at me....is something wrong with me??!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;My God!!! I got stressed out, but laughed at her at the same time &amp; told her 2 chill....but at the end she's a good person &amp;amp; we had fun overall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;But I'm fed up, I've run out of friends &amp; don't know what 2 do...? I want something in the middle, 2 listen 2 music in the car with, &amp;amp; have high self-esteem enough 2 be quiet at a coffee shop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Am I asking 4 much??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh...&amp; i have another friend i go out with, &amp;amp; she's soooooooooooo obsessed with bluetoothing that i don't get a chance 2 chat with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;And a 4th friend that always brings her 2 little sisters &amp; her daughter, &amp;amp; everytime her cell phone rings (either her mom, her dad, husband, her other friends, cousins, other relatives calling), she has no etiquette, &amp; chats with anyone who calls 4 at least 7 minutes!!!!! And i sit there like an idiot with the kindergarteners, eating quietly till she finishes...&amp;amp; then we all leave with her cell is still glued 2 her ear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;That friend, i went out with her 2 times &amp; never again 4 a year now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;No one is deep these days....i want someone that wants 2 have a good time &amp;amp; appreciate the person they're with, &amp; have deep conversations....&amp;amp; listen 2 good music, &amp;amp; gossip about bad boys....heeheeheehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Ciao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&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/15162495-112376249438531411?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112376249438531411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112376249438531411' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112376249438531411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112376249438531411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/stuff.html' title='Stuff....'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112353264083461199</id><published>2005-08-10T06:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:21:04.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BA Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hi...my name is *BLEEP*, &amp; I'm a blogaholic"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my God...I used 2 hate sitting on computers 4 a long time, but will this day come when I become a BLOG ADDICT??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I discovered this while driving 2 Papa John's (cuz since this morning after reading Stallion's blog I got hungry 4 it, &amp;amp; since they don't deliver I had 2 go there 2 get some), I MISSED BLOG WORLD!!!! And couldn't wait 2 get home 2 do some bloggin around...I couldn't believe myself...cuz I'm not fond of the internet except 2 check emails &amp; do some work regarding my profession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Anywayzzzzzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I had a doctor's appointment at TAIBA CLINIC, so afterwards I said, let me go check Papa John's (since I'm a big fan) &amp;amp; yes....it is in Sabah Al.Salem..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;BUT WHY THERE??!! And check this out guys, they don't send 2 other areas except Sabah Al.Salem!!! They told that their second branch will be in Jabriya...so maybe then they will deliver 2 all areas. SHEESH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I love their pizza, I couldn't wait cuz I haven't had their pizza 4 a long time, so in the car I started 2 eat some (while no one was watching of course) &amp; dancing 2 Metallica &amp;amp; Nirvana played on 99.7....(also while no one was watching) YEAH!!! Nirvana:"Come as u are, as u are....as I want u 2 be...as a friend, as a friend...." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;آخ آخ آخ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Rock with Papa John's &amp; their garlic-butter sauce.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;آخ آخ آخ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I love rock but not heavy metal....cuz I LOOOOOOOOOVE 2 sing along all the time to all the songs, &amp;amp; I love rock that u can understand the lyrics &amp; sing along with from the top of ur lungs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT WHAT HAPPENED 2 OUR MEN???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I saw 2 gay guys at TAIBA CLINIC (not that there is anything wrong with it), &amp;amp; another at Papa John's, &amp; an old guy with a long beard &amp;amp; short dishdashah (not that there is anything wrong with it also) but he kept staring at me &amp; never looked away??!! Straight into my eyes while he was on his cellphone &amp;amp; waiting 4 his order....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;حده جريء&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;It was creeeeeeeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyyyyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Our men....either gay, hypocrites or PENGUIN LOVERS like PURG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&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/15162495-112353264083461199?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112353264083461199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112353264083461199' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112353264083461199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112353264083461199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/ba-meeting.html' title='BA Meeting'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112350844143493435</id><published>2005-08-09T02:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T02:24:56.856+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.unkymoods.com" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.unkymoods.com/moodimgsrv.php?mID=83984" 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/15162495-112350844143493435?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112350844143493435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112350844143493435' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112350844143493435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112350844143493435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmm....'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112345783198079058</id><published>2005-08-08T13:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:37:11.986+03:00</updated><title type='text'>INSANE MONSTERS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Hey bloggers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;While I was sitting &amp; got tired of bloggin around, I decided 2 edit my personal profile since I'm a new blogger (BTW, check it out guys &amp;amp; give me opinions)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, my youngest brother comes &amp; asks me 4 money (as always being the eldest), &amp;amp; while he brings my wallet he tells me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Bro: "Hey sis, wanna watch something freaky?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Moi: "Yeah ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Bro: "It's on my mobile, I got it by bluetooth, WATCH THESE SOB'S!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Moi: "?????!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So the title was about smuggling drugs, &amp; it was in a big morgue, &amp; 2 faceless people wearing gloves &amp;amp; all, were carrying a clothing, &amp; they put it on the table, &amp;amp; they start 2 unwrap it, &amp; there was a dead baby inside it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So they start 2 cut the baby in the midline section, (BTW there's this sobby music played in the background that can really make u sob!) &amp; there it was...just directly under the skin &amp;amp; fascia, plastic bags of DRUGS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes!!!! How could anybody do such a thing??!!! And the weird thing is that the baby wasn't bleeding, &amp; there was no organs...NOTHING!!! Just a big hole 2 stash their SHIT!!!!! I swear my body was trembling, my ears got very hot...&amp;amp; I got teary....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;How am I gonna sleep 2night..??!! I never seen such a thing...!!! Never in my wildest dreams would I've thought that there would be INHUMANE people out there that would do this 2 a baby!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Does anybody know of this? Has anybody seen it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;And at the end was a prayer, praying 4 these smugglers 2 burn in hell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And INSHALLAH THEY WILL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Good night dear bloggers...may God protect us all...&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/15162495-112345783198079058?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112345783198079058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112345783198079058' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112345783198079058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112345783198079058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/insane-monsters_08.html' title='INSANE MONSTERS!!!!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112340448667170777</id><published>2005-08-08T10:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T13:17:12.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug O' War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I will not play a tug o' war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'd rather play a hug o' war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where everyone hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Instead of tugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where everyone giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And rolls on the rug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where everyone kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And everyone grins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And everyone cuddles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And everyone wins....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh &amp; one thing....STOP GIVING MONEY TO IRAQ!!!!! THEY ARE UNGRATEFUL!!! Always have &amp;amp; they will always be that way....READ AL-QABAS PAGE 14, (Cowboy style).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All this &amp;amp; they're still bad mouthing us....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;والخبر في المحليات؟؟؟ شكووووووووووو؟؟؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God Bless this Country....Habeebty my Kuwait!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-112340448667170777?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112340448667170777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112340448667170777' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112340448667170777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112340448667170777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/hug-o-war.html' title='Hug O&apos; War'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112336792197099908</id><published>2005-08-07T11:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:26:11.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitane U da MAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yo Yo Yo bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what 2 write about, but I just had this experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having excessive hair loss since 3 months, it's been crazy that it makes me cry, &amp; I hate 2 cry infront of someone, but even my bro saw me once &amp;amp; I was all like (in a crying high pitch voice): "I don't know what's wrong with me!!!!" And my bro was laughing (of course that's how guys are), but he's such a sweetie, he closed his mouth shut &amp; started 2 communicate with me &amp;amp; felt sympathy towards me, &amp; he was like:"Don't worry habeebty, it's ok". He's one yr younger than me. I love my brother....all my brothers get mushy with me when I break down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love my hair, it's long &amp; really thick....I used to hate how thick it was &amp;amp; how long it was, but when you grow older &amp; more mature, u start to realize that it is one of the best features in a woman....&lt;br /&gt;So, anywayz....my friend recommended me to this shampoo Vitane...claiming that she tried it for a week &amp;amp; never complained from hair loss since, &amp; that was 4 months ago...&lt;br /&gt;So on Thursday, after seeing "Monster in Law" at Marina Mall, (as my friend says:"Master in Law", her english is not that flattering), shopping around a little, eating at Asha's, we went to the pharmacy to purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try it out tonight.....it was ok, but WOW...it had such a masculine scent, it was like having a shower with an invisible man (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;و أنا مو ناقصة فقر). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It had a smell like those cool men's perfumes, like BOSS in Motion (one of my favorites).&lt;br /&gt;So while sitting &amp;amp; waiting 4 Mr. Right (which will be in ages, &amp; besides I don't want him anymore), Vitane is gonna be my new man....at least he's mute, clean &amp;amp; smells goooooooooood!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAWN*&lt;br /&gt;Starting 2 get sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyyyy....nighty night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Bloggin is such a great experience...&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't get "Arressted Development", I get all the jokes of all the sitcoms, except this stupid show!!!!! It's not funny!!! I don't get it!!!! What the hey...??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-112336792197099908?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112336792197099908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112336792197099908' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112336792197099908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112336792197099908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/vitane-u-da-man.html' title='Vitane U da MAN!!!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112334455739733793</id><published>2005-08-07T04:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:09:17.400+03:00</updated><title type='text'>And After....?   وبعد....؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hello bloggers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm watching that Kuwaiti series "Wa Ba3ad?" I bet alot of you guys already know it, it sucks I know, but there's nothing on right now (6pm), &amp; cuz I didn't get the chance to see it in Ramadan, cuz my dad was always like:"YUCK!! CHANGE THE CHANNEL, LETS WATCH SOMETHING RAMADANY!!". And I've always wanted to see what was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyways, while I'm watching, that Lebanese girl is been taken to the desert by her brother to tell her that his best friend wants to ask for her hand in marriage...OK??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Two comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1) WHY GO ALL THE WAY THERE??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2) And when she steps out of the car, she's like:"Oh WOW! THE DESERT!! I've dreamt I've seeing the desert!!!"   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اشفيها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; اللبنانية اللي مو شايفة صحرا وعايشة مع البقر؟؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Of course the best part is:"bahhhhhhhbahhhhhhyyyyyy"  (that's "baby" in that stupid Lamiyaa's voice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I have to admitt, I LOVE THE MUSIC OF THE EPISODE!!!! It sends chills down my spine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Take care bloggers...Signing off!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15162495-112334455739733793?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112334455739733793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112334455739733793' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112334455739733793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112334455739733793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-after.html' title='And After....?   وبعد....؟'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15162495.post-112331729947560864</id><published>2005-08-06T21:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T11:34:59.480+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Post: Make me feel WELCOMED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Attention everyone...this is my 1st post....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've just discovered this whole blog world a week ago, &amp; decided to join in with the crowd...WOW!! I never knew we had many bloggers in Q8...it makes me feel proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ever since I was a little girl, I've always been a good writer at school, I love to write, I've always written long mails, &amp;amp; with the technology we have, I love writing long emails &amp; sms's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyways...make feel at home, which I know you will guyz, cuz I've read some of your blogs, &amp;amp; some of you fine people really sound nice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Take care...CIAO!&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/15162495-112331729947560864?l=pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/feeds/112331729947560864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15162495&amp;postID=112331729947560864' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112331729947560864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15162495/posts/default/112331729947560864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbubblegumpuppylove.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-1st-post-make-me-feel-welcomed.html' title='My 1st Post: Make me feel WELCOMED!!'/><author><name>Puppylove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12136399568217372192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kpryuzEOmWQ/R4tJjUn956I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Riw5cMYsWPo/S220/passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
