<?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-24491052</id><updated>2011-12-31T06:28:19.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BuGDeZ</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b1.lilypie.com/HNqkp3.png" alt="Lilypie 1st Birthday Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-115715017963199560</id><published>2006-09-01T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:36:19.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smart wife .. lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/54_Billboard2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/54_Billboard2%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3ajeeeba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-115715017963199560?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/115715017963199560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=115715017963199560' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115715017963199560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115715017963199560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/09/smart-wife-lol.html' title='smart wife .. lol'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-115568367849436239</id><published>2006-08-15T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:14:38.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is The Best Advice You Ever Had ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is The Best Advice You Ever Had ?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first thing that come to my mind when i read the line is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"my husband"&lt;/span&gt; he always wanted me to be a good car driver not just an ordinary one... he made me anticipate crises on the road and avoide them before it &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even happen... he also taught me&lt;/span&gt; how to plan where to turn or to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"abatwen"&lt;/span&gt; in advance... his advices actually saved my life once when i used to drive during the winter time in the states, i never knew that hard brake on slippery road could cause disasters !! because of him i knew how to slow my car down without slamming the brakes as hard as possible . &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"thank you hon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before marriage i was known as "&lt;strong&gt; سائقة الجحيم&lt;/strong&gt;"  i have had 5 car accidents in a single month, my dad meskeen went crazy ! thanx for the kuwaity "murooor" who gave me the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn license by was6a like everyone else ! la training wala shay !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;akeed i was happy with that back then bas now i really feel ashamed !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so for all of you kuwaities out there please becarefull when ur driving and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;REMEMBER PREVENTION IS BETTER THAN CURE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that was my best advice so what about yours ? please share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-115568367849436239?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/115568367849436239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=115568367849436239' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115568367849436239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115568367849436239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-best-advice-you-ever-had.html' title='What is The Best Advice You Ever Had ?'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-115533083471866229</id><published>2006-08-11T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:25:10.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galloway and the war in Lebanon</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Galloway Lebanon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/9Wdwk1dp-uU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The interview of Sky News with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Galloway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; About the war in Lebanon that no one want to miss, watch it until the end please. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"good job ;)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Question of Sky news:&lt;/strong&gt; How can you justify your support to Hizbullah and his leader Sheikh Hassan Nasralla? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Answer from Galloway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what a preposterous way to introduce me and a preposterous question. 24 years ago and on the day my daughter was born, I had to dash to the maternity hospital. There was a mass demonstration in London against the Israeli occupation to Lebanon. Israel was invading Lebanon all the 24 years of my daughter’s life. Hizbullah are a part of the Lebanese national resistance, who have successfully driven out most of Israeli troops out of Lebanon in the year 2000 and trying to get back the thousands of Lebanese prisoners who are kidnapped by the Israelis under the terms of their illegal occupation to Lebanon. It’s Israel that is invading Lebanon; it is Israel that is attacking Lebanon and Lebanon attacking Israel. You have been showing a report of Israeli soldiers getting ready to invade Lebanon and you are asking us to moan this operation as if it were some kind of a war crime. Israel is invading Lebanon and has killed 30 times more Lebanese than have died in Israel. So it is you who should be justifying the evidence bias which is written on each line of your face and in every nuance of your voice and loaded in each question you ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sky news:&lt;/strong&gt; you put your finger on the button, didn’t you? When you said that Hizbullah was set in the 1980s in order to remove every Israeli soldier from Lebanon and its soil and you said that they achieved that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Galloway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No, I didn’t, this is a key point that you are concealing from your viewers. Israel was forced out of most of south Lebanon in 2000. It is still occupying a part of Lebanon and it has thousands of Lebanese prisons in Israeli jails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sky news interrupting:&lt;/strong&gt; according to Israeli draft, there are 3 Lebanese prisoners that were taken to court of low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Galloway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; please, have a slight longer memory than 4 weeks; I am talking about the thousands of Lebanese that were taken during the 18 years of Israeli illegal occupation of south Lebanon. These are the prisoners that have to be released in exchange for the Israeli soldiers that have been captured at the beginning of this wave of the crises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sky news:&lt;/strong&gt; can I ask you about a report that was today on the Sunday telegraph, which said that Iran has given Hizbullah long range missiles capable of targeting any part of Israel. Iran according to this Iranian NP who helped to establish Hizbullah who said that Iran is giving the organization authorization to attack Tel Aviv. Can you blame Israel for wanting to destroy these missiles? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Galloway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too preposterous, America is giving Israel missiles that can target every part not only in Lebanon, but every city in the Arab and Moslem world including Iran. Why should America be allowed to give long range missiles to Israel including hundreds of nuclear missiles and Iran is not allowed to give to Hizbullah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sky news&lt;/strong&gt;, but they are a terrorist organization! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Galloway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they are not a terrorist organization. Only in the mind of sky news, the sun, the times etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sky news,&lt;/strong&gt; I will have to stop you there Mr Galloway, one man’s terrorist, is another man’s freedom’s fighter. You know this perfectly well. In most people’s eyes, (like the IRA), they had a choice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Galloway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They had nothing to do with the IRA, you are totally wrong to say that in most eyes, Hizbullah is a terrorist organization. In most people’s eyes, Israel is a terrorist state. You cannot comprehend that fact that leads to the bias that’s running through all your reports and every question you have asked me in this report. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sky news,&lt;/strong&gt; hmm, can I ask you one more question, I was relating to the IRA that have decided to embrace politics. Hizbullah had the chance to embrace politics. They have 2 representatives in the cabinet, why did they capture 2 Israeli soldiers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Galloway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because Israel occupies their country and hold thousand of their compatriots as kidnapped hostages in their dungeon. It is very simple unless you think in a clock that goes back only 4 weeks. If you know and you are old enough to know better, the origin of this conflict are not 4 weeks, 4 month or 4 years old, but decades old. You want people to think that the crises started when it started to tick on sky news? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sky news:&lt;/strong&gt; No I don’t, I wanna ask you one final question, do you think that the 4 weeks has set back Hizbullah’s ambitions. Not only that Israelis are across the borders in sizable numbers, their claims to be a democratic organisation .... etc seems to blows now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Galloway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Selly question, what a silly person you are, Hizbullah is winning the war, you can see on the other half of the screen (clip of Israeli soldiers casualties was shown in the other half of the screen) . Hizbullah is more popular today in Lebanon amongst Christians, Sunni, shias and amongst all Arabs and Moslems than it has ever been. It is Israel who has lost the war and Bush and Blair for politically organizing the war, they have lost politically. It is a defeat for Israel and Bush and Blair. Everyone but you can see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sky news,&lt;/strong&gt; let me separate out that question then, set it in another way, Hizbullah was trying to get Israelis of their soil, aren’t there more Israeli soldiers now than it was 25 days ago? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Galloway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they seem to be having a very good hiding on the screen that I am watching, maybe you can see it, but I am watching them getting a bloody good hiding. So, if that is a success, I am not sure what a failure would look like. The reality is, that this conflict will go on. The UN resolutions solve nothing, give Lebanon nothing, give the prisoners in Israeli Dungeons nothing. Israel has even kidnapped more Palestinian politicians, members of parliament and thousands of prisoners are sitting there in Israel. This war will continue until an overall settlement is reached. This settlement must mean, Israelis must withdraw from occupied territories that it currently holds since the war in 1967. The release of all political prisoners, and a state for the Palestinians with east Jerusalem as its capital. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NO JUSTICE NO PEACE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; You are not going on a job as a news caster in Jerusalem soon believe me, - Sky news, I must say, that some families will find it offensive when they moan their dead to hear you say it was a bloody good hiding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Galloway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You don’t give a Damn, you don’t even know about the Palestinian families, you don’t even know that they exist. Tell me one name of the 7 family members slaughtered on the beach of Gaza by an Israeli warship. You don’t even know their names, but you know the name of each Israeli soldier who was taken prisoner in this conflict, because you believe ,whether you know it or not, that the Israeli blood is more valuable than the blood of Lebanese or the Palestinians. That is the truth and the majority of your viewers already know it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-115533083471866229?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/115533083471866229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=115533083471866229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115533083471866229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115533083471866229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/08/galloway-and-war-in-lebanon_11.html' title='Galloway and the war in Lebanon'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-115490422813092073</id><published>2006-08-06T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:43:48.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aghany naggazeya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my reception party on tuesday .. o am looking for aghany tragge9 o nagazeya !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;any recommendation ?? plz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-115490422813092073?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/115490422813092073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=115490422813092073' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115490422813092073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115490422813092073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/08/aghany-naggazeya.html' title='aghany naggazeya'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-115455770704956193</id><published>2006-08-02T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:29:47.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 reasons why it's fun to be a parent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Here are some things that make parenting fun ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Panicking because you've been given this newborn baby to take home and  you haven't even got the manual - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;then realising how much fun it is learning on  the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Feeling a tiny fist curl around your finger when  you touch his palm.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waaaaaaay waaaay&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gazing into your baby's eyes and  knowing he trusts you totally. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;he has my eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Breathing in the best smell  in the world: sleepy baby! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"daaaaafy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Being amazed the first time you  wrap him up in his blanket, put him against your shoulder, pat him gently and  incredibly the yelling stops! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"7adda 3ayyaaar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Being the most tired you've ever  been in your whole life - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and the most happy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sitting up in bed  feeding your baby in the middle of the night, and knowing that all over the  world other mothers are doing just the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Watching your  partner show his son or daughter off to everybody. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"weldy 7ilow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Finding out, that no one gets bored of your  birth story, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;no matter how many times you tell it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Watching your baby's sleeping face and wondering what the  future holds for him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"kel khair ya rab"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Experiencing that amazing  feeling of tenderness when your baby falls asleep in your arms.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Discovering how infectious a baby's giggles can be.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; "wesallim galbah" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13 Discovering all the little characteristics that  make your baby unique: fat long toes, sticky-out hands, hair that sticks up no matter  how much it's brushed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"khyoo6 elly eb eedah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14 Taking millions of photographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15 Knowing the right things to say and the best way to  help when your friends have a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16 Watching his Grandma and Grandad  spoil their little treasure rotten.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"asaiwed mithl el mereewid" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i still don't know what does it mean lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17 Getting used to being  known as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Om-S3oud&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bo-S3oud&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18 Discovering the pleasures of three in a bed - even if you and  your partner only have a few inches of space while your baby lies sideways  across middle. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lol noon this is so tubbz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19 Making a whole new circle of  friends, who just happen to be parents, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20 Seeing your  values: trying to be straight, kind, honest, hard-working and treat others like  you'd like to be treated, rub off on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21 Finding out that bringing up children gives your life a new  sense of focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22 Realising that you and your partner are becoming closer than ever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"3asa allah la yefaregna"&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/24491052-115455770704956193?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/115455770704956193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=115455770704956193' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115455770704956193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115455770704956193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/08/22-reasons-why-its-fun-to-be-parent.html' title='22 reasons why it&apos;s fun to be a parent'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-115455601001352180</id><published>2006-08-02T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:00:10.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of junk mail !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/msn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/msn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 new E-mail !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e-mail "from a friend" and the other &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are all junk !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;please help !! i'm getting sick of receiving them .. what should i do !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S. No3ik it's your nickname on the image "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esh3alaaich&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes that's sa3oudi in the display picture wa7alata !&lt;/span&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/24491052-115455601001352180?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/115455601001352180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=115455601001352180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115455601001352180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115455601001352180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick-of-junk-mail.html' title='Sick of junk mail !!'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-115412167703582425</id><published>2006-07-28T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:21:17.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When i let go !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you a lot&lt;br /&gt;There has been so much happening; I know you would have been a part of everything&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the time that we shared together. Although you are not here, you will forever be with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Next week 4/8 will be 12 years since ur gone !&lt;br /&gt;you are truly missed .The years that have gone by have not been easy at all. Walla It is too hard to let go of you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here in the flesh so I could see the happiness you would have for me since I have been a mother, I really wanted to name him "Fawzi" after you but I just couldn't!! I couldn't imagine calling your name for someone else!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much no words can explain how I feel. I have accomplished a lot in my life since you have been gone, but I know you have been always watching down on me .&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;I still remember your last ehdaa' for me it was the song "ya s3oud" by m7amad albloushi .. I sing it a lot to s3oudi, and I think he started to like it to :~~&lt;br /&gt;Allah yer7umek ya okhooy&lt;br /&gt;Your younger sister om-s3oud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life doesn't give anyone a second try,&lt;br /&gt;One chance, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;And then you die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-115412167703582425?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/115412167703582425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=115412167703582425' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115412167703582425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115412167703582425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-i-let-go.html' title='When i let go !'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-115385404322789285</id><published>2006-07-25T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:39:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red July !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has been so long since I've put in an entry, Just to get an entry in, here are some of the most recent things that I've been experienced or thoughtful about… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/s.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="303" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/s.14.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;1st of all sa33oodi is growing up&lt;/strong&gt;, he's beginning to "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", that is, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aghooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;enghaa,&lt;/span&gt; gurgle, and hum, trying to express his feelings. He also started to smile with using his entire face to tell how pleased he is "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wesallim galbah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".. I can't tell you how his smile is lightning up our life! El7emdellah .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;allah yekhalleh wey7afthah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Alf Mabroooooook&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nabeeha 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" you guys rock&lt;br /&gt;.. Thanks to all &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; people and you to "bo-s3ood" it's true, you were too busy with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nabeeha-5&lt;/span&gt; and all the events which kept you away for a while, except now I'm sure it worth every second... I'm so proud of you and the group. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when there is a will there is a way !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;اذا الشعب يوما اراد الحياة فلابد ان يستجيب القدر &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/pb.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/pb.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I finally had the time to watch the 1st season of "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;", I think it's amazing it has suspense, action, drama. I highly recommend this show especially to you "Lost" addicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- What the hell is going on in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lebanon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;ما قصر حسن نصر الله عفس الدنيا و طينها على راس لبنان المسكينة&lt;br /&gt;عسى الله ياخذ اسرائيل و حزب الله بيوم واحد و ينصر اخواننا في لبنان اللهم اميـــــــــــــن&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/RedJu0ly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/RedJu0ly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed Sharaf has designed this remarkable image "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RedJuly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" for you fox out there in Lebanon. God Bless You All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My older sister gave birth to a baby boy; she named him "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7amany&lt;/span&gt;" ya7lailha he's a copy of his mother, lucky sa33odi he has a new friend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- guess who released his album ??!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RWAISHED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! u can't miss it . my fav songs are "khalooh, jero7 el-naas, amshy and as3ab el la7thaat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;breaking up through an e-mail &lt;/span&gt;!!! What's the world coming to?? This actually happened to someone very dear to me.. I think that anyone who just disappears, or sends an email to break up with someone is definitely a coward! If you had the ability to "start up" a relationship with someone "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that lasts for more than 8 years&lt;/span&gt;", you should have the nerve and respect to break up with them! My biggest pet when a guy breaks up with you and doesn't tell you why!!!!!!! How the hell is a woman supposed to know what happened if the guy never tells her! and this crap of its not you its my circumstances just doesn't cut it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-115385404322789285?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/115385404322789285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=115385404322789285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115385404322789285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115385404322789285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/07/red-july.html' title='Red July !!'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-115108814333076668</id><published>2006-06-23T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:11:23.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new mom "Om-S3ood"</title><content type='html'>sorry i don't have time to post anymore ! inshalah i will try to write all what i've been through whenever i got the time . for now here is a pic of my beautiful son! i still can't beleive i became a mom of this lil angel !! el7emdellah rab el 3alameeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/Image%28363%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-115108814333076668?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/115108814333076668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=115108814333076668' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115108814333076668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/115108814333076668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-mom-om-s3ood.html' title='new mom &quot;Om-S3ood&quot;'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114807442807841527</id><published>2006-05-19T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:33:48.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>عندما أدارت الحكومة ظهرها للشعب</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/ShameOnYou_MadM2000.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/ShameOnYou_MadM2000.png" 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/24491052-114807442807841527?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114807442807841527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114807442807841527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114807442807841527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114807442807841527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_19.html' title='عندما أدارت الحكومة ظهرها للشعب'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114798565679445549</id><published>2006-05-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:11:12.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>لا تيأس إذا تعثرت قدماك</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/image23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/image23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا تيأس إذا تعثرت قدماك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;وسقطت في حفرة واسعه ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; فسوف تخرج منها و أنت أكثر تماسكا وقوة ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; والله مع&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الصابرين لا تحزن إذا جاءك سهم قاتل من أقرب الناس إلى قلبك ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; فسوف تجد من ينزع السهم ويعيد لك الحياة و الابتسامه لا تضع كل أحلامك في شخص واحد ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ولا تجعل رحلة عمرك وجه شخص تحبه مهما كانت صفاته .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ولا تعتقد أن نهايه الأشياء هي نهاية العالم ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; فليس الكون هو ما ترى عيناك لا تنتظر حبيباً باعك ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; وانتظر ضوءاً جديداً يمكن أن يتسلل إلى قلبك الحزين فيعيد لأيامك البهجة ويعيد لقلبك نبضه الجميل لا تحاول البحث عن حلم خذلك ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; وحاول أن تجعل من حالة الإنكسار بداية حلم جديد لا تقف كثيراً على الأطلال خاصة اذا كانت الخفافيش قد سكنتها والأشباح عرفت طريقها .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;وابحث عن فجر ساطع يتسلل وراء الأفق مع ضوء صباح جديد لا تنظر الى الأوراق التي تغير لونها &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وبهتت حروفها &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وتاهت سطورها بين الألم و الوحشه &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. سوف تكتشف أن هذه السطور ليست أجمل ما كتبت وأن هذه الأوراق ليست اخر ما سطرت &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. ويجب أن تفرق بين من وضع سطورك في عينيه&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .. ومن القى بها للرياح لم تكن هذه السطور مجرد كلام جميل عابر &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. ولكنها مشاعر قلب عاشها حرفاً حرفاً .. ونبض إنسان حملها حلماً &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. واكتوى بنارها ألماً لا تكن مثل مالك الحزن &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. هذا الطائر العجيب الذي يغني أجمل الحانه وهو ينزف&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .. فلا شيء في الدنيا يستحق منك دمعة واحده إذا أغلقت الشتاء أبواب بيتك &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وحاصرتك تلال الجليد من كل مكان&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; فانتظر قدوم الربيع وافتح نوافذك لنسمات الهواء النقي &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وانظر بعيدا فسوف ترى أسراب الطيور وقد عادت تغني &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وسوف ترى الشمس وهي تلقي خيوطها الذهبيه فوق أغصان الشجر لتصنع لك عمراً جديداً وحلماً جديداً &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وقلباً جديداً إدفع عمرك كاملاًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًً لإحساس صادق وقلب يحتويك &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. ولا تدفع منه لحظة في سبيل حبيب خادع &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. أو قلب تخلى عنك بلا سبب لا تسافر الى الصحراء بحثاً عن الاشجار الجميله فلن تجد في الصحراء غير الوحشة &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وانظر الى مئات الأشجار التي تحتويك بظلها &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وتسعدك بثمارها .. وتشجيك بأغانيها لا تحاول أن تعيد حساب الأمس &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وما خسرت فيه .. فالعمر حين تسقط أوراقه لن يعود مرة أخرى &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. ولكن مع كل ربيع جديد سوف تنبت أوراق أخرى &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. فانظر الى تلك الأوراق التي تغطي وجه السماء ودعك مما سقط على الأرض فقد صارت جزءاً منها إذا كان الأمس ضاع .. فبين يديك اليوم وإذا كان اليوم سوف يجمع أوراقه ويرحل &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. فلديك الغد.. لا تحزن على الأمس فهو لن يعود ولا تأسف على اليوم &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. فهو راحل وأحلم بشمس مضيئه في غد جميل إننا أحياناً قد نعتاد الحزن حتى يصبح جزءاً منا ونصير جزءاً منه.. وفي بعض الأحيان تعتاد عين الإنسان على بعض الألوان ويفقد القدرة على أن يرى غيرها &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. ولو أنه حاول أن يرى ما حوله لأكتشف أن اللون الأسود جميل &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. ولكن الأبيض أجمل منه وأن لون السماء الرمادي يحرك المشاعر والخيال ولكن لون السماء أصفى في زرقته &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. فابحث عن الصفاء ولو كان لحظة .. وابحث عن الوفاء ولو كان متعباً و شاقاً &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. وتمسك بخيوط الشمس حتى ولو كانت بعيده &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. ولا تترك قلبك ومشاعرك وأيامك لأشياء ضاع زمانها إذا لم تجد من يسعدك فسعد نفسك برضاء الله&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .. وإذا لم تجد من يضيء لك قنديلاً &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. فلا تبحث عن اخر تطفأه وإذا لم تجد من يغرس في أيامك ورده &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. فلا تسعى لمن غرس في قلبك سهماً ومضى أحياناً يغرقنا الحزن حتى نعتاد عليه &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;وننسى أن في الحياة أ شياء كثيرة يمكن أن تسعدنا وأن حولنا وجوهاً كثيرة يمكن أن تضيء في ظلام أيامنا شمعة&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .. فابحث عن قلب يمنحك الضوء ولا تترك نفسك رهينة لأحزان الليالي المظلمة&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114798565679445549?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114798565679445549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114798565679445549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114798565679445549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114798565679445549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_18.html' title='لا تيأس إذا تعثرت قدماك'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114712941934843018</id><published>2006-05-08T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:03:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>خوووووش نائب</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/SpecialQ8y_MadM2000.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/SpecialQ8y_MadM2000.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اللي شاف المقابلة الاسبوع اللي طاف راح يتفق معاي بأن النائب العجيب بدع بالحوار "المشرف" و أكد للجميع انة  حتى لو سوا الشقلبة بالمجلس ماراح يحلم بالكرسي مرة ثانية !!! ال اييــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــة ؟؟ ال "اكبر متحايل على القانون ال" ياللة متى يقرون ال 5 دوائر علشان نفتك من هالاشكال الغبية..واللي على راسة بطحة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114712941934843018?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114712941934843018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114712941934843018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114712941934843018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114712941934843018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_08.html' title='خوووووش نائب'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114696045126052519</id><published>2006-05-06T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:10:45.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>نبيها خمس</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أكيـــــــــــــــــد نبيــــــــها خمس !! بس أهم اشيبـــــون ؟!؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/Kuwait5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/Kuwait5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114696045126052519?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114696045126052519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114696045126052519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114696045126052519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114696045126052519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='نبيها خمس'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114658250513874392</id><published>2006-05-02T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T08:20:15.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American blogger view on Kuwait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though the review is harsh, I totally agree with it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma Salaama, Part 2. Looking Back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Kuwaiti tried to run me off the road tonight. I was driving home on the 30 when a black Caprice ran up behind me and flashed his brights. The lane next to me was full, so I couldn't get over. With no way to get out of his way, I sped up a bit and stayed in my lane.&lt;br /&gt;He started flashing his brights on and off continuously and rode up so close that I couldn't see the lights themselves. I flipped down my rearview mirror and tapped my brake lights. He bumped the back of my car twice and then swerved into the breakdown lane. Halfway through passing me, while his rear door was in line with my front door, he swerved back into my lane. I slammed on my brakes, and so did he. We went from 140 to 100 in about a second.&lt;br /&gt;I screamed and shook my fist out the window. I tailed him for about twenty minutes after that. As soon as he pulled over, I was going to show him what happened when you pulled that shit in America. I'm happy he never stopped or came up on a red light. Somewhere in the middle of this chase, I realized that I didn't want to get arrested for assault in my last two weeks in Kuwait. I pulled off the highway, made a U-turn to go the opposite direction, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;And that starts my look back at a year in Kuwait. The kid in the Caprice wasn't an overly aggressive driver. No, he was a typical Kuwaiti. And that incident on the road is typical of the interactions I've had with Kuwaitis in the last twelve months. When people ask me if I enjoy living here, I tell them that I love living in the Middle East, but I hate living in Kuwait. And when people ask me if I'll miss this place, I say the same thing: I promise I'll come back to Arabia, but I'll never come back to Kuwait.&lt;br /&gt;Kuwait is the most hypocritical, racist, godless, backward country I have ever seen. It's country that enforces Ramadan by law but ignores its poor and homeless. A country whose government gives millions of dollars in charity every year has a population that wouldn't give the time of day to a foreigner. It's a country whose women wear silk veils and skin tight capris, and whose men dress in dishdashas and listen to Eminem. When I first came here, I thought Kuwait was a nation of contrasts. Now I think it's a nation of hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;My American co-workers are amazed when I tell them that I have Arab friends. They haven't traveled around the Middle East, and the only Arabs they've seen are you Kuwaitis. Every Kuwaiti they've met is a rude and concieted xenophobe, and they think all Arabs are the same as you. It takes a long time for me to explain that Arabs in Egypt, Jordan and Lebanon are kind and humble and helpful and that they hate Kuwaitis, too. When I first traveled to Jordan, I told people I was an American living in Kuwait. I thought I would get some nasty lectures about America, but I only got nasty lectures about Kuwait. Everybody I talked with told me about relatives of theirs in America and how much they loved it. Most people also had stories about relatives in Kuwait, or meeting Kuwaiti people, and how much they hated them. I couldn't mention Kuwait without hearing a long rant about what a bad reputation Kuwaitis have. Kuwait, you're a disgrace. Everybody outside your country despises you, even your fellow Muslims and Arabs. After living among you for twelve months, I think your reputation is well deserved.&lt;br /&gt;And here come the comments: “But Michael, haven't you met any real Kuwaitis?” Yes, yes, I have. I've made every effort to meet Kuwaitis at the beaches, in the dive shops and outside the sheesha bars. I've chatted with probably a hundred Kuwaitis since coming here, but I haven't met a single one that had any interest in striking up a friendship with a foreigner. Yet I count Egyptians, Filipinos and Indians among my friends. It seems that foreigners are happy to meet other foreigners, while the locals here view everybody else as their servants.&lt;br /&gt;My opinion of Kuwait isn't based on a few incidents of road rage. It's based on an earnest effort to examine and understand Kuwaiti culture. I've spoken with people all over Kuwait, from rich housewives to idle businessmen, from native-born Arabs to immigrant Sri Lankans. And I can confidently say that I have a clear understanding of Kuwait. I would even go so far as to say that I have a clearer understanding of Kuwait than most Kuwaitis. How many Kuwaitis have lived in the ghetto next to the poor immigrants who make up nearly seventy percent of this country? How many Kuwaitis reading this have limited their social interaction to just a third of the population?&lt;br /&gt;I'll throw the question back at you: Have you, Kuwaiti, made any foreign friends? Maybe you've chatted with a few Americans or met the Canadian who teaches your kids. But have you made any effort to become friends with any of them? And what about the others? Do you know Indians or Bangladeshis? Have you ever said anything to a Filipino other than, “Excuse me, excuse me. Bring me my water. Hurry up, bring it now.”? You racist hypocrites. Most of the Indians and Bangladeshis coming to this country are Muslims, but you treat them like scum. In a religion where the whole ulemma is supposed to be equal, Kuwait emphasizes the distinction between first- and third-world more strongly than anywhere else. The Muslim community in Kuwait is equal only for as long as the prayers last. When they finish, you split into two groups: Kuwaitis and everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm so offended by this racism because I'm American. The US has a nasty history of racism toward immigrants, and we've worked so hard to remove that legacy that we're more likely to notice discrimination, whether at home or abroad. There are lot of things that I hate about Kuwait that I can forgive-the horrible traffic, the religious conservatism, the political repression. But I can't forgive your racism. Even by your own laws, it's forbidden. The first person the Prophet sent to pray at Mecca was an African, a former slave. 1400 years later, you import Bangladeshis, take their passports, put them to work, and refuse to pay them. Is that not slavery? Do you think the Prophet would approve of your country? Nobody else in the world approves, and I don't think he would approve either. Do you think Kuwait is a great country? Take a walk through Mangaf and see if the people living there feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, any discussion of Kuwait among Kuwaitis ultimately deadlocks at one word: Guantanamo. Kuwaitis spend so much time (justifiably) criticizing America that they refuse to look at their own problems. I won't say that the US is perfect, but it's a hell of a lot better than this country. Even Arab Muslims live better in America than they do in Kuwait. Three days after the anniversary of the Iraqi invasion, I can hardly believe that Americans died to save a country like this. I think we chose the wrong ally. I think we should have left you under Saddam. Maybe a touch of repression would have given you a hint of sympathy for the people you repress. At the very least, Saddam would have made you work for your money.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Kuwait. Keep your little desert wasteland. You're a shame to Arabs everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://expat.typepad.com/kuwait/2005/08/ma_salaama_part_1.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://expat.typepad.com/kuwait/2005/08/ma_salaama_part_1.html#comments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's too sad :( the author's post quite remarkably reflects the majority of Kuwaitis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do u think ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114658250513874392?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114658250513874392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114658250513874392' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114658250513874392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114658250513874392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/05/american-blogger-view-on-kuwait.html' title='American blogger view on Kuwait'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114649407495348440</id><published>2006-05-01T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T06:00:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last night my mobile phone ran out of memory meskeen, so i finally decided to upload the pictures i took for the past 3 months into my computer .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i found this yummy pic ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/Image%28292%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i took it last month in Pizza Express &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"kuwait airport"&lt;/span&gt; my fav resturant .. me and my husband love to go there .. we sit at the very 1st table on the corner at the 1st floor so we can "ente6ammash" 3ala elly raye7 welly raad o ma7ad e7e6 balah 3aleinna , once we go there we can't stop laughing 3ala el 7arakaat wel ashkaal elly enshoofha ! "alahuma la shamata".. if ur bored and want to have some fun .. i advice you to go there .. but please "don't take our table" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he likes to picture wierdos wherever we go .. and especially at the airport u can find "kel el ashkaal el ghareeba" ely it's hard to find anywhere else.. i'm afraid its becoming one of his hobbies :P alah yaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114649407495348440?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114649407495348440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114649407495348440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114649407495348440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114649407495348440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/05/pizza-express.html' title='Pizza Express'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114621683217423192</id><published>2006-04-28T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T02:47:18.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where is episode 20 ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/29643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm lost with lost !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;is it possible that everyone left is somehow paying for the bad things that they have done ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;wella everybody used to be in a mental institution ??&lt;br /&gt;or the whole island and the "Others" is a big experiment and everyone left is meant to be in it !&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused!! Specially that everyone is related to another in somehow is this island! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was the doctor when Boone &amp; Shannons dad died  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hurley was on TV winning the lotto when Jin went to threaten the man for his father in law&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sayid dealt with Kates dad in Iraq&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kates mam waited on SawyerSayer met Jacks dad in a bar in the middle of nowhere in Australia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jack met the guy in the Hatch When Boon was making the complaint about Shannons boyfriend Sawyer was brought it an deported &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hurley with the blonde girl "madre shesemha" ! were at the same hospital !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/12304.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/29648.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/29648.0.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/29652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/29652.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/4945.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/4945.0.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/29652.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want season 2 to end without knowing what's going on, and i'll be waiting 4 months to find out what happens after that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/29651.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i like it when sawyer calls katie " Frickles" hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114621683217423192?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114621683217423192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114621683217423192' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114621683217423192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114621683217423192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost.html' title='Lost !!'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114574513129503277</id><published>2006-04-22T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T15:50:14.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is never true ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/P1000732-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/P1000732-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;شيء غريب اكتشفتة الحين و بعد هذا العمر !&lt;br /&gt;ما كنت متوقعتة...&lt;br /&gt;طول عمري كل ما اشوف بنت منقبة و عيونها حلوة اتخيل ان ورا النقاب في انسانة قمة في الجمال و تكتمل فيها كل صفات البنت الحلوة فيكون هذا هو السبب الرئيسي من لبسها النقاب .. لكني منذ قمت بتحويل دراستي الى الكويت و أنا مصدوووومة من هالشيء !! فبدون مبالغة والله كل بنت منقبة ورتني وجهها انصدمت فيها .. حتى لا شعوريا معاملتي لها تتغير !! ما ادري من صدمة الموقف والله شنو؟؟ اشوف عينها و المكياج اتغيل انها حلوة .. بس تفصخ النقاب اخترع من اختلاف لون الوجه عن دارمدار العين و الضروس المعفسة أو الوجه المحفر "اللهم لا شماتة"&lt;br /&gt;صج شيء يصدم !! هذا و انا بنت اشحال الرياييل ؟؟ مساكين صراحة اذا غرتهم العين و تخيلوا ان البنت اللي منخشة ورا نقابها حلوة !!&lt;br /&gt;الغريب و المحير "ليش تتنقبين وانتي جيكرة"؟!؟!&lt;br /&gt;انا كنت اظن ان البنت اللي تتنقب اتخاف تفتن الناس بجمالها فتحاول تغطية مو عشان ما اتخرع الناس وتخدعهم بمكياج على عيونها !&lt;br /&gt;و انا بالمحاضرة بعد ما انصدمت من وحدة منقبة قاعدة على الكرسي اللي يميني رسمت هذي الرسمة و ودي اعرف منو &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;انصدم مثلي و هل في منقبات حلوين صج ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114574513129503277?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114574513129503277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114574513129503277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114574513129503277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114574513129503277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-is-never-true.html' title='It is never true ..'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114557805468630652</id><published>2006-04-20T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:07:34.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's Amore"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dean Martin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's Amore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Napoli where love is kingWhen boy meets girl here's what they say)&lt;br /&gt;When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling And you'll sing "Vita bella"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay Like a gay tarantella&lt;br /&gt;When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet You're in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you walk down in a dream but you know you're notDreaming signoreScuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's amoreWhen the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling And you'll sing "Vita bella"Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay Like a gay tarantella&lt;br /&gt;When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet You're in loveWhen you walk down in a dream but you know you're not Dreaming signore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's amore Lucky fella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet You're in love When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not Dreaming signore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's amore, (amore)That's amore  &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/24491052-114557805468630652?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114557805468630652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114557805468630652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114557805468630652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114557805468630652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-amore.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s Amore&quot;'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114461442806712594</id><published>2006-04-09T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:40:24.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Storming !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YEEEY! I'm just done working with a corporate identity for a development company, glad we closed the deal and the client was satisfied "thanks god".&lt;br /&gt;I need to brain storm a bit as there are too many projects due this month , i should start working on a website design and another logo with full corporate identity as well! bas elmeshkela I'm running out of ideas and time !!&lt;br /&gt;I've started working on the website design already, trying hard to make it more users friendly bas I still don't like it. akammel bacher !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is one of my designs , it's a picture of an unfolded file or "folder". Have a look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/Folder2LOW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/Folder2LOW1rgb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/Folder2LOW1rgb.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/24491052-114461442806712594?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114461442806712594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114461442806712594' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114461442806712594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114461442806712594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/04/brain-storming.html' title='Brain Storming !'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114417387958089305</id><published>2006-04-04T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:13:08.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4-4-06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today has been really hectic and made my day really exosted. I donno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;1- got up early at 8:00 this morning .. it's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4-4&lt;/span&gt; :( my brother's birthday "allah yer7umah" i miss him so much ..&lt;br /&gt;2- i went to collage to find out that 2 classes got cancelled ! so I had to stay and wait for the 3rd class "Tareekh 7athara" .. the class was SOO BORING, there was this girl setting beside me .. omg !! ya3ny she was really garga o ma3endaha salfa !! she kept asking me questions &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"entay eb ay shahar?!" "way meta ekhale9 el class?"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"men wain jan6etich&lt;/span&gt;".. I tried to ignore her by keeping myself busy with writing notes.. I ended up with this piece of art !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/note1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/note2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/note2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-After the class is done I went to a department trying to find a professor.. the department was empty , I asked the secretary "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where is everybody !? &lt;/span&gt;" she was like "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ma77ad emdawem elyoom&lt;/span&gt;" L so I took my things and headed out.. while I was walking through the corridor I heard whispering sound.. I stopped !! Looked around me! All offices were closed and no lights were on !&lt;br /&gt;Wegaft 3end maktab Dr ! sema3t sout wa7da tsoolef "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laaa 3aad&lt;/span&gt; !!" o wa7ed ered 3aleiha !! so I knocked on the door !! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Silence !!&lt;br /&gt;Ma7ad ered ! I kept knocking loudly and trying to open the door very hard.. just to scare them .. klaab !! what were they doing in the dark ??!! .. 3ad I still remember the Dr's name :P I kept laughing all my way out ! estaghfer allah " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shar el baleyya ma yuth7ek&lt;/span&gt; !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-at last I went to 3emadat el qobool to find out that they won't transfer any of my classes that I took in UK ! 7esby allah 3alihom o 3ala system el Kuwait el ta3baaan !! I passed all my classes there .. just because they don't do English system in Kuwait they refused all my credits ! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;walla 7araam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114417387958089305?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114417387958089305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114417387958089305' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114417387958089305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114417387958089305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/04/4-4-06.html' title='4-4-06'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114397761018370301</id><published>2006-04-02T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T04:33:30.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip of Tongue !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Definitely not!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Why not - don't you like being married?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Of course I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Then why wouldn't you remarry?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Okay, I'd get married again." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;You would? (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With a hurtful look on her face&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;makes audible groan&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Would you live in our house?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Sure, it's a great house."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Would you sleep with her in our bed?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Where else would we sleep?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Would you let her drive my car?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Probably, it is almost new." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Would you replace my pictures with hers?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"That would seem like the proper thing to do." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Would she use my golf clubs?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"No, she's left-handed." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WIFE:&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;strong&gt;- - -silence - -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUSBAND:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"ohh crap …" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114397761018370301?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114397761018370301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114397761018370301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114397761018370301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114397761018370301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/04/slip-of-tongue.html' title='Slip of Tongue !!!'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114362319374306703</id><published>2006-03-29T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:06:33.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>متى يتمنى المرء أن يكون خدامه</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/image001.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;اتخيل نص الشباب راح يحسدون الخدامة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOOOL&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/24491052-114362319374306703?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114362319374306703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114362319374306703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114362319374306703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114362319374306703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_29.html' title='متى يتمنى المرء أن يكون خدامه'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114358485112212131</id><published>2006-03-28T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:29:36.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/1600/lolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6665/2539/320/lolo.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114358485112212131?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114358485112212131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114358485112212131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114358485112212131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114358485112212131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleepy.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114355795653156399</id><published>2006-03-28T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:15:03.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and when you are tired nothing is worth anything ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of feeling bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of waiting for things to get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of hearing the same promises everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of Forgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of hurting this damn bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of studying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of caring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm too tired to worry about something I know I should deal with for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of being honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of this and I'm tired of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of feeling like I can see things that other people can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of waiting for the day ur born.. I know now you're my only hope .. i wish things will get better when you'r around .. just thinking of you is moving me forward. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love you my child and you to hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my bad mood is ruining my whole week ! What can i do to get over it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i might need a break .. i dunno ! it's just driving me crazy, i can't get any of my work done :I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3asa bas azma wet3addy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114355795653156399?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114355795653156399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114355795653156399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114355795653156399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114355795653156399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired !'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114337804686432244</id><published>2006-03-26T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T05:29:30.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This guy tries to do an interview but keeps laughing. &lt;em&gt;LOOOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after watching this a couple times you may start to laugh along. &lt;em&gt;rofl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't stop tearing up from laughing everytime i see this clip LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 249px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HH0awSk7i8Q" width="338" height="249" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOOOOOOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this morning i received sms from my friend Reem .. walla it made me laugh all the way to college.. it says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;عصبي يقول لمرته : أبي أقولج قصة غريبة صارت معاي اليوم بس من كثر مـــا هي غريــبة ما راح تصدقينها و راح تقولين عني كـــــذاب ... بس أنـــا مو كذاب انتي كذابـــة و أهلج صج انج جليلة حيا و ما تستحين على وجهج العن ابــوج لابو من حطج يالله روحي ذلفي عن ويهي &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOL walla kel ma agraaha amot the7ek&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/24491052-114337804686432244?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114337804686432244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114337804686432244' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114337804686432244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114337804686432244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/03/hilarious-interview_26.html' title='Hilarious interview'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114337449203716070</id><published>2006-03-26T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T04:37:04.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday is one day closer to see you ! for the 1st time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never knew I could miss someone I've never met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every night I close my eyes and dream of you, Not a day goes by that I don't think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The need to feel your touch goes all over me, Just to picture your smile brings the joy out in me, Every second there's a different emotion pouring out, It's so amazing how you've already taught me what life's all about, This love I have in my heart for you longs to be free, Everything I imagine in you is all I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to you "&lt;em&gt;my unborn child&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114337449203716070?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114337449203716070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114337449203716070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114337449203716070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114337449203716070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyday-is-one-day-closer-to-see-you.html' title='everyday is one day closer to see you ! for the 1st time'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114321156060373795</id><published>2006-03-24T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T04:08:52.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUPPA QAAA TENTAWAAA</title><content type='html'>the cutest kid ever !!&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop laughing at her .. etyanen&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the clip !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 256px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1d6uXX0DCc" width="352" height="256" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUPPA QAAA TENTAWAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114321156060373795?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/feeds/114321156060373795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24491052&amp;postID=114321156060373795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114321156060373795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24491052/posts/default/114321156060373795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugdez.blogspot.com/2006/03/puppa-qaaa-tentawaaa.html' title='PUPPA QAAA TENTAWAAA'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17162943270219348680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9421/ladybug1ob.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24491052.post-114315130539263935</id><published>2006-03-23T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:17:28.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time on Blogspot</title><content type='html'>Heyyaa !! at last I have my own blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I've decided to create one, but I never had time to do so..&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to write so many things…unfortunately I'm not quite in the mood for posting a long wordy post "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;especially when there is nothing to post about"&lt;/span&gt; so I'll call it quits for tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24491052-114315130539263935?l=bugdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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