<?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-19560247</id><updated>2012-01-29T20:12:53.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><subtitle type='html'>A Jordanian girl who views the world differently.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-5485715105084019233</id><published>2012-01-28T00:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:02:39.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Share yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3618/3421499011_b6ea963a54_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3618/3421499011_b6ea963a54_z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've discovered a weird phenomenon in humans; they don't share themselves with other people. Why? Why are people so afraid of sharing themselves?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have a classmate who doesn't say 'thank you', ever, who doesn't make anyone feel appreciated and who doesn't give hugs. What's so bad about putting yourself out there and giving a feeling of equity with others? I see it as partly being selfish. It is also like being stingy. These people don't give away compliments or good vibes, they're storing it for their wedding day or something :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ma asga3hom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-5485715105084019233?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5485715105084019233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=5485715105084019233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5485715105084019233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5485715105084019233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/share-yourself.html' title='Share yourself'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-2306627050304320205</id><published>2011-11-11T01:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:46:38.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Syracuse. Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sj_qS6csS4Q/TrxhpDUNJAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/g-UXNWhYXsI/s1600/IMG-20110818-00330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sj_qS6csS4Q/TrxhpDUNJAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/g-UXNWhYXsI/s320/IMG-20110818-00330.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've been meaning to write since I arrived here to Syracuse. It's been 3 whole months that I've left Jordan and I've had no time to sit and write! I decided that I'll have multiple short posts to make it easier to blog and read and to also make it more interesting (I hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Being in the states is a whole different life, I don't know how I feel about it yet but it changes day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll only give 2 short stories about how different.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sj_qS6csS4Q/TrxhpDUNJAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/g-UXNWhYXsI/s1600/IMG-20110818-00330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1&lt;/b&gt; In economics class we were discussing GDP and how it is not a real reflection of the nations money flow because some businesses are not taxed and accounted for such as drug dealing and prostitution!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; while reading a marketing article there was a statement that said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Viviana Zelizer, a sociologist at &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/related-topics.html/Princeton+University?tid=informline"&gt;Princeton University&lt;/a&gt;, noted that a similar phenomenon even affects how prostitutes think about their income. She cited a study of the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/related-topics.html/Oslo?tid=informline"&gt;Oslo&lt;/a&gt; prostitution market, which showed that prostitutes tend to spend money acquired through welfare checks and health benefits on essentials such as rent and bills and are far more likely to spend their income acquired from selling sex on drugs and alcohol, even if it means they have no money left over to pay for essentials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vedantam,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mental Accounting,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;2007)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have to cite it coz here it's a big deal not to cite, probably worse than killing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Law b 3amman I'd hear someone in class say : wal 3yathu billah! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-2306627050304320205?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2306627050304320205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=2306627050304320205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2306627050304320205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2306627050304320205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/syracuse-chapter-1.html' title='Syracuse. Chapter 1'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sj_qS6csS4Q/TrxhpDUNJAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/g-UXNWhYXsI/s72-c/IMG-20110818-00330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6329541077583511650</id><published>2011-07-31T01:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:28:59.510+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fe2164="99"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be back soon with my new posts as I am leaving the country and will be living&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;US&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; A&amp;nbsp;for 2 years :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fe2164="99"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fe2164="99" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6n9bbt="110"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ترقبوا عودة لارا&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6n9bbt="110"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoDC53ftds8/TjSFQWGUxGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_bg-ZQnoIOE/s1600/coming-soon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoDC53ftds8/TjSFQWGUxGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_bg-ZQnoIOE/s320/coming-soon.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fe2164="99" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-6329541077583511650?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6329541077583511650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6329541077583511650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6329541077583511650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6329541077583511650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon........'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoDC53ftds8/TjSFQWGUxGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_bg-ZQnoIOE/s72-c/coming-soon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-2535687290615683946</id><published>2011-01-26T01:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:33:18.024+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stickersisters.com/shop/images/39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://www.stickersisters.com/shop/images/39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I don't get guys! I don't know if I want to understand them. Could it be that some people's destiny&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;to stay single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;During a conversation with a friend who lives in Lebanon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me: " :S come on, do you honestly say that to&amp;nbsp;your lebanese girl friends&amp;nbsp;and they laugh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Him: " yes :)&amp;nbsp;it only leads to coffe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me: thinking ' what the heck! are you telling me a sexual joke that I as a girl should laugh about?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me: "not funny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Honestly, do guys think of me as their male buddy who joke around with? Some of my friends think I'm conservative, I tend to disagree since they're mixing up conservative with 'of dignity'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;At the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shady&lt;/em&gt;: "uff, &lt;em&gt;Juliana&lt;/em&gt;, shiklek qawi il yome lazem dayman tilbisi haik"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me thinking 'what the heck? (lazem dayman what the heck :) ) is he being turned on by her looks AND saying it out loud AND telling her to always please his fantasies? emmm sorry bas this goes under sexual harrassment in my dictionary'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The fact that a guy smiles and says "go on" when a girl tells him about a lesbian couple is beyond me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sentences that bug me and I find insulting and offending as a female:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"3indek sa7bat? tab 3arfeena"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;to me it's sounds like: "you have friends bni2dar nitsarsar 3alaihom? 3arfeen, coz you girls are stupid enough to do that and please us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"my friend's going out with this girl and he's hoping to hit 2nd base"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;to me it sound like "i'm telling you what we really think of you, sex toys and you should be happy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;XY "Shagfe hay lazem azabbet-ha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ME: "she's an idiot you won't know how to have a decent conversation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;XY: "mish muhim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;to me it sounds like " i don't&amp;nbsp;care&amp;nbsp;if she's an idiot,&amp;nbsp;or even bittaftef o hiyyeh bti7ki,&amp;nbsp;she looks hot and I want to show off, and if I&amp;nbsp;can get her&amp;nbsp;into bed mish ghalat".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A married couple watching TV with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Husband: "ittalla3 3alaiha, saroukh, ya 3ammi niyyalo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Wife: "heheheheh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me thinking 'what the heck?! what are you laughing about? kharjek, ma inti 3aha zayyo!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes, i know guys fool around, o better infront of the wife than&amp;nbsp;behind her back, bas yamm! sar funny il mawdoo3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Za3lane minni, I'll buy her a gift and she'll be fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;to me it sounds like : " i'll buy her OFF with a gift coz girls are stupid and like guys who buys them stuff. That will make me look considerate while I don't really remember why we fought....... and I don't care".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What bugs me is not the fact that guys say these things, it's that girls just laugh along. Tab su2al, aren't you offended by the opennessand the implications? To me it's demeaning and insulting to all women when a guy talks about other girls in a materialistic way and expects me to laugh or agree. ma buzbot ma3i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know boys will be boys but they don't need to share these thoughts with me, really. It's not macho it's demeaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And girls, stop being stupid and stand up for your dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I think girls are putting themselves down by accepting this kind of talk from guys. They are afraid to disagree with guys so that guys don't perceive them as boring or closed minded or conservative or fun. This is apparent all over the world by the way, it is not an Arabic thing. Girls are always afraid to say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Taking the music videos for example,&amp;nbsp;male directors&amp;nbsp;materialize girls to fit their fantasies. Girls don't really want to be dancing around a hip hop singer fighting over his dollars, or sing while rolling over on a bed, or&amp;nbsp;dress like a hooker but they know that this is what turns guys on and this is what sells, so they do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So girls, are we tools for drooling or human beings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The below pictures are not funny, they're demeaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TT9aEwlClxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xhyj041mSLA/s1600/funny_urinal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TT9aEwlClxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xhyj041mSLA/s320/funny_urinal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TT9aLqGOJ4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/25ZBlzmLNeI/s1600/bk-bj-ad-32435-1245790172-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TT9aLqGOJ4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/25ZBlzmLNeI/s320/bk-bj-ad-32435-1245790172-20.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-2535687290615683946?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2535687290615683946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=2535687290615683946' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2535687290615683946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2535687290615683946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TT9aEwlClxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xhyj041mSLA/s72-c/funny_urinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6216870927232663655</id><published>2010-12-10T23:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:34:46.691+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learnt in 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prosperouscoachblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/rhonda-hess-prosperous-coach-what-i-learned-in-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://www.prosperouscoachblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/rhonda-hess-prosperous-coach-what-i-learned-in-2010.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That people on facebook have so much free time beyond comprehention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If you feel someone is lying, he/she probably is. If you suspect that 2 people are going out together, they probably are. Follow your instincts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There’s a time for everything&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Guys are basic creatures; they have no eye for fashion, and would drool over any girl in tight pants. They will be attracted like magnet to any girl who dresses in a way that ‘articulates’ her body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The high heels trick works every time and always gets a “hey! Have you lost weight? You look good”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Guys don’t care about brains, they’re lying if they say they do, the thing that gets their emotions going is looks, sorry girls, but it’s looks and it's the deal breaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’ve learnt that you might spend your life thinking you’re over something….. until another identical incident breaks you down again. You have been over the memory but not the incident.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You don’t know your friends as much as you think you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You might not like your friend’s significant other, friends might not like your significant other. And there’s nothing you can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That traveling is food for the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Respect your time after working hours. Life is too short to be spent in the office. They could let lay you off any day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Exercise is like a drug and it’s a really good one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-6216870927232663655?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6216870927232663655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6216870927232663655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6216870927232663655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6216870927232663655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-learnt-in-2010.html' title='Things I learnt in 2010'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-2149138657264121079</id><published>2010-10-05T22:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:26:56.164+03:00</updated><title type='text'>في ألمانيا train بال</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TJ9FKC-V71I/AAAAAAAAAPA/1bz5kbi7jTs/s1600/18481-a-picture-from-an-animation-of-the-new-train-from-canadas-bo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TJ9FKC-V71I/AAAAAAAAAPA/1bz5kbi7jTs/s320/18481-a-picture-from-an-animation-of-the-new-train-from-canadas-bo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;قاعده بال &lt;em&gt;ترين&lt;/em&gt; بعد ما امي خلتنا نغير محلنا زي ألف مرة عشان هون ما بنشوف اشي وهون في صوت المحرك و هون قراب عالحمام فأخيرا قعدنا ورا بعض ومش قبال بعض على طاولة .المهم ، قاعده أنا وقبالي كابل شكلهم أكبر من مراهقين بشوي ، يمكن24 ، 22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;قاعدين على كرسيين جنب بعض وممددين اجريهم على الكراسي اللي قبالهم ، بالزبط زي المحل اللي امي كان بـدها نقعد فيه.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;الشاب كتكوت وطويل ، يعني الماني شو بدو يكون! وهي مش كتير حلوه ، كان بقدر يلاقي أحسن! هيك نحنا العرب بنحكم عالناس بالمظاهر وزي كإنه بنستخسر بالشباب البنات اللي مش كتير حلوين كإنه الجمال كل اشي.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;قاعد هو جنب الشباك وهي الكرسي اللي جنبه. هو ماسك مجله بيقرأ مقالة – عن الهندسه المعماريه شكله- وهي ماسكه ناشونال جيوغرافيك . إه! بيعملوها بالالماني &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ابصر ايمتى يعملوها بالعربي ؟ بس يصير الشعب العربي يعرف عن &lt;em&gt;ناشونال جيوغرافيك&lt;/em&gt; ولا بس يصيرو يقرأوا؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;كتير اطلعت عليهم وعادي مش فارقة معهم ، لو بعمان كان زمان جحرتني وهو كان زمان لاحظني !بس كمان ليش يفرق معهم ؟ مش عاملين اشي غلط .قاعدين كل واحد بيقرا بمجلته يعني الطريق طويلة يستفيدوا شوي بدل ما ياكلوا أو ينزلو دحيه مثلا؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;حط ايدو على كتفها، مسكت ايدو ، ابصر شو نوع الكريم اللي بتحطه! ولا يمكن مابيهمها إذا حس انه مش كتير جلدها ناعم ، العلاقة أكبر من ريحة كريم أو نعومة بشرة .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;أنا قاعده وحاطة ال اي بود ولابسه تنورة وتحتها &lt;em&gt;تايت&lt;/em&gt; موضه مش كتير بيقدروها بعمان . ولساتني عم بتطلع . امي من قدام لصاحبتها "شوفي الناس هون ولا هاممهم “ ضحكت .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;يعني معقول أنا عم بلعب &lt;em&gt;سودوكو&lt;/em&gt; و هدول قاعدين بعيشوا حياتهم بدون تعقيدات؟ طب عادي ايش المشكلة ؟ المشكلة انه قعده جنب بعض و إيد عالكتف &lt;em&gt;بغ ديل&lt;/em&gt; عنا . ماعم بحكي عن المجتمع والحفرتل وعادي كت ومش كت ، عم بحكي انه هذا الشعور ال &lt;em&gt;كوزي&lt;/em&gt; مع صاحب ماعشته كل اللي عشته قصص ودراما وبنقدر نكون مع بعض ولا ما بنقدر ، ناخد &lt;em&gt;بريك&lt;/em&gt; وبعد &lt;em&gt;البريك&lt;/em&gt; وقبل &lt;em&gt;البريك&lt;/em&gt; وهدايا ومسجات وال &lt;em&gt;اكس&lt;/em&gt; . ولساتني بتطلع …..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;بتطلع على الخزق اللي عاملته بحاجبها، يعني بحب الخزوق بس مش عارفه ازا ممكن اعمل على حواجبي. شعرها بني ولابسه كندرة حفرتليه بيضة بس تقاطيع وجها ناعمه .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;شعره حلو زي ما دايما بنتخيل الألمان ,طويل ومرتب ، حتى حواجبه حلوين! ايديه كمان حلوين. كيف دايما الالمان مرتبين . لابس جاكيت كحلي أوه بنطلون &lt;em&gt;جينز&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ابصر إذا لسة بدرسوا ولا بيشتغلوا.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ابصر كيف التقوا؟ ابصر إذا اهلها شافوها بتقعد غير ؟ ولا الموضوع مش هيك؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;يبصر إذا أهلها بيحبوه !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;اظن لازم يضربني قد مااطلعت ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ضحكوا على اشي بدون مايطلعوا على بعض .مع الوقت اظن بصيروا يفهموا على بعض .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;زهقت ، ضبت المجلة ونامت على حضنه. لازم أكون متجوزه عشان اقدر اعمل هيك بـعمان قدام الناس والا بكون قليلة أدب وأهلي ماعرفوا يربوني !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;طب إذا أنا اللي بسافر وبروح وباجي بتطلع كيف الناس التانية؟ اظن اني معذورة عشاني عربية!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;عشان عندي قيم وعشاني اخترعت الصفر. عشاني بحب الفلكلور والمناقيش وصلة الرحم والكرم والشهامة ويوم الجمعة. عشاني عربية بطبعي محافظة وبصون العادات والتقاليد .بحب اللباس المحتشم والمنسف!عشان العرب هم اللي فتحوا الأندلس وبنوا الأهرامات وألفوا موسيقى أم كلثوم وفيروز اللي جاي من باريس الشرق.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;عشاني عربية مش مقبول اني أعيش لحالي مش بس أعيش مع صاحبي! مش مقبول انه حتى إذا عشت مع زوجي أقرر أطلقه. عشاني عربية ماكله هوا لما بدي آخذ &lt;em&gt;فيزا&lt;/em&gt; على أي بلد وبتشنطت عشان آخذ &lt;em&gt;شينغن&lt;/em&gt; . قال لازم دعوة ، بيخافوا آجي على البلد وأنا بسن 27 ومش متجوزة وأصفي قاعدة وبـدور على شغل ومش قابلة أرجع. بيخافوا انه يمكن أكون عالة على المجتمع وأعمل مشاكل لأني طبعا عربية . عربية ومن الأردن وطالبة &lt;em&gt;شينغن&lt;/em&gt; تبدأ من 9/11 . يعني معقولة أنا التانيه مالقيت تاريخ غير 9/11 ؟! بيخافوا التم على اكمن عربي هناك واصير من الجالية العربية اللي مش عارفين كيف يخلصوا منها. أو بيخافوا مثلا اضايق الناس وأسبب ازعاجات…..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;بصراحة معهم حق! هيني هلكت اللي قبالي وأنا ببحلق فيهم وبتسائل عن أحوالهم وأفكارهم وأهلهم ومن وين جاكيتاتهم. معهم حق!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;بس برضو لازم يعذروني، أنا عربية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. A few days ago National Geographic Magazine is launched in Arabic :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-2149138657264121079?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2149138657264121079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=2149138657264121079' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2149138657264121079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2149138657264121079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/train.html' title='في ألمانيا train بال'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TJ9FKC-V71I/AAAAAAAAAPA/1bz5kbi7jTs/s72-c/18481-a-picture-from-an-animation-of-the-new-train-from-canadas-bo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6113908810163443399</id><published>2010-08-21T18:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:21:00.404+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zay Share3 il Wakalat</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; was vacationing in Paris last month (oo la la ar7am 7ali) when I realized that the Champs Elysees is so overrated. In fact it’s not too different than Wakalat Street in Sweifiye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Let’s see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Both have cafes next to the main road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Both have cafes offering Argeeleh!! Yes shocking I know :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Both are full of Gulfies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Both have Etam and Benetton stores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Both have people doing nothing just staring at pedestrians for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; During world cup, you find Arabs in their cars, carrying flags, honking and shouting for no reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Both streets are dirty, 7atta Walakat street has more garbage bins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Care to share more, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TG7Ik9SnMPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HzpRUMzc1r0/s1600/wakalat" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TG7Ik9SnMPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HzpRUMzc1r0/s320/wakalat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TG7IsNCFHfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Wfb9K2zHpA/s1600/champs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TG7IsNCFHfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Wfb9K2zHpA/s320/champs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I must say Paris is the city of lights and magical in a way but also outside paris is very nice and worth the visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-6113908810163443399?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6113908810163443399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6113908810163443399' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6113908810163443399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6113908810163443399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/zay-share3-il-wakalat.html' title='Zay Share3 il Wakalat'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TG7Ik9SnMPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HzpRUMzc1r0/s72-c/wakalat' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-4541583912781545397</id><published>2010-08-15T12:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:31:59.832+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Fig episode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ring Ring.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink&amp;nbsp;Fig:&lt;/strong&gt; "Blue Fig hello"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hi, can I reserve a table for 5 for Tuesday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink&amp;nbsp;Fig:&lt;/strong&gt; "hmmmm for Tuesday......... tab shu ra2yek ti7ki bukra 3ashan ti7jizi la Tuesday? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me thinking ' shu ra2yak la2?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "ehhh laish?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Fig:&lt;/strong&gt; "ni7na bni7jiz la yomain 3ashan 3inna war2a bas la yomain fa haik lazem a3mil war2et Tuesday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "hehe tayyeb I'll call tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Fig:&lt;/strong&gt; "willa a2ollek yalla a3teeni ismek"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Restaurant mistake&amp;nbsp;# 1 : never inform customers more than they should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-4541583912781545397?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4541583912781545397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=4541583912781545397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4541583912781545397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4541583912781545397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/pink-fig-episode.html' title='Pink Fig episode'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-3452830674284113231</id><published>2010-07-28T00:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:35:16.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Over dinner with a colleague.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TE9Ql_PAj3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/vqWa8S4pQlM/s1600/checkpoint3031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TE9Ql_PAj3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/vqWa8S4pQlM/s200/checkpoint3031.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;" I go back home&amp;nbsp;to the west bank every weekend, and last weekend when I was crossing the borders there was a young Israeli&amp;nbsp;lady, maybe 17 or 18 years old, who checks and stamps the passport stopped me and said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'I notice you tghaveling (traveling) all the time, you&amp;nbsp;tghavel a lot' &amp;nbsp;so I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;' yes I tghavel all the time while you just stay here stamping passports!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Of course she didn't like what I said, and decided to make me stay an extra hour sitting there doing nothing before stamping my passport............ I didn't care I knew she was reacting to what I said. I felt good that I could at least speak my mind. She wanted to delay 1 hour of my day? I don't care, my whole life was delayed because of them.........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-3452830674284113231?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3452830674284113231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=3452830674284113231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3452830674284113231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3452830674284113231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/over-dinner-with-colleague.html' title='Over dinner with a colleague.....'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/TE9Ql_PAj3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/vqWa8S4pQlM/s72-c/checkpoint3031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-4946328117670317867</id><published>2010-07-25T16:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:43:29.174+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I never expected to see Rasha in concert again and not to see you ever again...............&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-4946328117670317867?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4946328117670317867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=4946328117670317867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4946328117670317867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4946328117670317867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/ironic-jazz.html' title='Ironic Jazz'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6446609994332153474</id><published>2010-05-23T16:39:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:50:55.881+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're a LOST fan when.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neoavatara.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/lost-last-supper-image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="265" src="http://neoavatara.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/lost-last-supper-image.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1. You, as an Arab, start confusing Iraqis for Iranians and Pakistanis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2. You stop waxing. Kate looks fine, she’s been on the island for months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;3. You never take the plane from Sydney to Los Angeles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;4. You call fog ‘black smoke’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;5. You refuse to skip episodes even if someone gives the full details of the episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;6. You start wondering about your parallel life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;7. You start running away at bbqs once the fire catches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;8. You start calling people you don’t like “The Others”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;9. You sound stupid if you try to explain Lost to non fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;10. The idea of taking a vacation to an island is not very appealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;11. Whenever you see a stop-watch or a digital counter you start yelling “What’s the code? What’s the code? ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;12. You gather a group of friends and send your CVs to jobs@dharma.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;13. You automatically classify Lost fans as smart people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;14. Hammoudeh DVD mish mla77e2 3alaik, you’re there every Wednesday afternoon demanding the latest episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;15. During thunder storms you check date and time after each lightening flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;16. Whenever you go on holiday you check expedia for submarine return tickets just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’ve never mentioned this before but I LOVE LOST. Thanks to my friend Rami who helped me with the funnier part of the list&amp;nbsp;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Please add yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I can't wait for tonight's season finale :) I'm going to have a void in my life when it is finished :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I hope we'll win the Emmys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-6446609994332153474?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6446609994332153474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6446609994332153474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6446609994332153474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6446609994332153474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-youre-lost-fan-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re a LOST fan when.....'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-1214690583780912857</id><published>2010-05-15T12:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:34:01.588+03:00</updated><title type='text'>nO Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordan: please when you want to say that something is nice don't exaggerate. don't make it sound like heaven on earth. Coz it's not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friends and I went last week to O Beach after hearing so much about how cool it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we were on our way&amp;nbsp;there olna hada howweh!&amp;nbsp;We're gonna see&amp;nbsp;God's gift to Jordan :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went to the place expecting something special where in fact it was small, with 1 VIP pool (that doesn't really fit all those VIPs) and 2 smaller standard pools that we cannot, and I repeat, cannot sit on its sides.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now this would be understandable if the pool was deep and made for swimming, thus sitting on the edges is inconvenient. But no, the pools are not deep enough, not encouraging for swimming and not plenty enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cabanas (oddly are not near the beach) are way too small with no pools! When we asked, they said that cabana members have access to all pools!! ok! Whatever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tayyeb it was time now to go to the beach, put some mud and float in the amazing dead sea water. "ehhh srry mafi beach" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Excuse me!?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This place has NO BEACH! yes it's still not open! Tab why would i go to a pool at the Dead &lt;br /&gt;Sea?? We have plenty of pools in Amman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tab 3afwan fee Dead Sea pool iza bit7ibbu" ! Basically a pool with dead sea water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Emm la2 ma3lish we'd rather have the real thing"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This place has no theme, no apparent style, no good music. But I know why people love it. It's a great place to show off, you don't need to swim you just lay there and look good. This is what ahel 3amman love, yu23odu o yitfarraju.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But to&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;fair, the service was very good and customer care was as well.&amp;nbsp;They returned our money and we spent the day at a hotel where we had loads of fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And being in the marketing field I must admit that their marketing campaign was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nO Beach....... Totally OH!rdinary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-1214690583780912857?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1214690583780912857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=1214690583780912857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1214690583780912857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1214690583780912857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-beach.html' title='nO Beach'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-3077547601784691502</id><published>2010-04-02T11:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:03:50.034+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Al Ghad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ya3ni we all heard of the article on the main page of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alghad.com/index.php?news=495410"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Al Ghad Newspaper on April 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;- the newspaper i loved and respected and subscribed with for 5 years- regarding UFOs siting in Al Jafr area&amp;nbsp;in Amman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Honestly&amp;nbsp;I was so excited! I believe there are other creatures living in this world besides us. Anyway, I started spreading the word and felt a good day coming ahead :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I knew it was April Fool's Day bas olt mish ma32ool a&amp;nbsp;credible newspaper in a conservative country like Jordan would pull a prank on 6 million people on this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;6 million who have 90% of them who live under poverty who are worried if they can afford tomorrow's bread, 6 million who have other concerns in life than April Fool's Day,&amp;nbsp;3 million of them&amp;nbsp;who don't even know what April 1st stands for, 6 million who are not known for partying or smiling or celebrating any religious or non religious holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What is this weird holiday anyway? Just because it's non religious and doesn't involve drinking we&amp;nbsp;think it's cute&amp;nbsp;all of a sudden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In a country where there&amp;nbsp;is a lot of consideration to culture and tradition and 3aib o 7aram o ibsar shu I'm surprised that this newspaper -mish شيحان wala ishi haik weekly o tabloids - would consider even doing this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How would&amp;nbsp;they write this and think it's funny? It would be funny but it would be funnier if they wrote "Happy April Fool's Day", "تعيشو وتاكلوا غيرها " at the end of the article or anywhere else in the same newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Willa the next day they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alghad.com/?news=495586"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;lame excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; of having this prank is in the front page. Ishi bikhzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-3077547601784691502?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3077547601784691502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=3077547601784691502' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3077547601784691502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3077547601784691502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/seriously-al-ghad.html' title='Seriously Al Ghad?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-618328253189391466</id><published>2010-03-20T20:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:55:53.888+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/S5-I2UXstPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xmNlFKTVVNY/s1600-h/300px-Power_Girl_Vol_2_2A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/S5-I2UXstPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xmNlFKTVVNY/s320/300px-Power_Girl_Vol_2_2A.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It’s been ages since I last wrote any post. I owe this to Amman, it’s very boring and nothing interesting ever happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I have noticed about myself this year is that I’m more confrontational, I’m not slightly worried of my beliefs and I’m not afraid of consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I don’t know whether this is due to me turning 27 or whether this is part of the natural cycle of life where you say “Stop” and “No” and “Let’s go for it”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The wonderful lesson I learnt a few years back is to “choose my battles” (not that I’m perfect at it) and this has impacted my life so much that I don’t feel trapped or obliged to behave a in certain way. I keep preaching this concept to my friends and hopefully one day it’ll make sense. I hope I don’t discover that it’s wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Incidents and random thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was at band practice last week and the conductor was saying something about how she and the school band are performing in villages across the kingdom and that all of us would probably not know where these places are…… in between parenthesis, we’re in our luxury bubble and do not know anything around us. She then pointed to a player and said: “oh maybe you know these places because your field of work gets you involved in these things.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ok, I’m going to say this once and for all, people who work close to death or close to the poor or in charity work or in any kind of “I’m too good for the world” kind of job does not make them any better than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why are you judging me? Just because I work in a corporate where we have kitchenettes and AC and a parking spot does not make me any less worthy of those in USAID projects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I might not know Al- Jafer or use recycled paper and go volunteer to pick up tomatoes with the farmers but I do know corporate politics, I know about managing what you have to generate revenue, I know about perception and how to deliver an idea and how to be social smart around idiots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is a misconception in Jordan, people who work under limited funds, NGOs or are journalists think they are doing the world a favor and are better people than those who seek profit and choose to work in offices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Did I confront the conductor? No, I choose my battles  It would’ve been a lost case where I would bite my fingers in regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Colleagues at the office:&amp;nbsp;I’m not your happy-go-lucky girl! If you’re in a bad mood don’t give me attitude! Your father does not own the company and no I will not be nice when I need a favor and you bet I will not tolerate bull! Anything you say that might disturb me I’ll make it clear to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’m done with the peer pressure phase in my life, if you don’t like me I really don’t care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have a coaster at my desk that says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“The important thing is not what they think of me but what I think of them” Queen Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know I’m no queen bas bardo 7ilu to live in such powerful denial :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes people are placed in your life where they are unavoidable and make you bring out the worst in you. I honestly thank these people who gave me the courage to be articulate and rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I think we keep living our lives fearing that someone might think we’re not nice. We avoid any confrontation that might disrupt our image in front of people; “no I won’t tell the waiter that the food is cold”, “I won’t tell my parents how much I don’t want to go there”, “I’ll go out with this group of friends whom I really don’t like”, “I’ll give her a call to check up on her even though she doesn’t bother to check up on me”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In conclusion, il dinia 7zooz as my colleague always says but the important thing is not to blame everything on luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-618328253189391466?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/618328253189391466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=618328253189391466' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/618328253189391466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/618328253189391466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/becoming-me.html' title='Becoming me'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/S5-I2UXstPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xmNlFKTVVNY/s72-c/300px-Power_Girl_Vol_2_2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-4457281085406312177</id><published>2009-12-12T17:35:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:48:02.888+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side of hit music</title><content type='html'>I found nice covers and instrumental of somehow popular music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is very good check out all his music DAVID SIDES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFqcKQz4xQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFqcKQz4xQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Better than the original ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22500%22%20height=%22315%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/qXk_KVNfInU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/qXk_KVNfInU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22500%22%20height=%22315%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXk_KVNfInU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXk_KVNfInU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22340%22%20height=%22285%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/L0CsLefLisE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/L0CsLefLisE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22340%22%20height=%22285%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L0CsLefLisE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L0CsLefLisE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not&amp;nbsp; very stupid now is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22340%22%20height=%22285%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/-NwqN-xj9Xs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/-NwqN-xj9Xs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22340%22%20height=%22285%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NwqN-xj9Xs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NwqN-xj9Xs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA VIDA meets LOVE STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXtVBJDPs6k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXtVBJDPs6k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-4457281085406312177?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4457281085406312177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=4457281085406312177' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4457281085406312177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4457281085406312177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/other-side-of-hit-music.html' title='The other side of hit music'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6679850725802620123</id><published>2009-11-22T14:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:09:58.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Swkmyh6_kRI/AAAAAAAAANw/3D_8GOfCXJg/s1600/BGX07D9_ep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Swkmyh6_kRI/AAAAAAAAANw/3D_8GOfCXJg/s400/BGX07D9_ep.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is one of those posts that you end up questioning your own job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I passed by a boutique in the shopping complex next to Crown Plaza Hotel (3amra Hotel sabiqan) and went in.Very nice shop, shoes and bags:) every girl’s dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Il muhim, the sales lady, the owner welcomed us and offered to show us some boots. Very nice designs I must admit. I remembered that lady, she was with me in university! She was stupid, she once answered the accounting professor with a “Ma tis2alni ana ma ba3raf ishi !” when he asked her to solve the problem. He kicked her out. I felt good back then not because I was a good student, because she was rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Look who’s feeling good now! She designs the boots and bags, sends her designs to Italy to be made with genuine leather and a brand name. Ironic huh? She’s selling a pair of shoes for around one fifth on my salary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ya3ni I’m sure her parents are proud of her now, what good was that B+ in that accounting course? I’m sure she was drawing another design and deciding on her career that day when she was kicked out. Good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yeah I know, life is not fair&amp;nbsp;:) Why oh why am I an employee ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-6679850725802620123?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6679850725802620123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6679850725802620123' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6679850725802620123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6679850725802620123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Swkmyh6_kRI/AAAAAAAAANw/3D_8GOfCXJg/s72-c/BGX07D9_ep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-3895834076677975444</id><published>2009-11-08T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:56:34.004+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Petra Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After hearing and reading opposite reviews all week long regarding this musical I was anxious to go experience a Jordanian musical in an out-of-the-ordinary- theater in Applied University (yet very neat and cozy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elcinema.com/photo/photolist/3536157/38295607768_185x207q100_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://www.elcinema.com/photo/photolist/3536157/38295607768_185x207q100_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The seating was on first-come-first-served basis although audience purchased their tickets based on seat numbers. This ticked off some of the crowd who seemed restless especially while waiting 20 extra minutes for play to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The set-up, lighting, and costume design exceeded my expectations as props were promptly shifted without the notice of the audience eye, the sound effects were interestingly added to some scenes and lighting was rarely out of place. The music, though, was a disappointment; I expected better music arrangements and compositions from our Jordanian musicians. In addition to the unattended sound check when some actors were speaking and the audience couldn’t tell what was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The play started off by dancers who filled the stage with not so uncommon choreography, but with an interesting flavor of tempo and choice of clothes. However, as the play went on it seemed to be a long dancing performance with some acting and storyline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The story of Petra Rocks is profound in basis but appeared to be weak on stage, needing more transitional scenes and enrichment of the plot. The ending in specific was rather abrupt, not knowing for sure whether the ending was a happy ending or a sad one as one of my friends commented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dima Bawwab was, as always, professional in performance, articulate and expressive in all songs. With her soft yet powerful voice that was sensational and consistent she portrayed experience and character. What was interesting for me to see was the acting and classical Arabic speaking by Dima. Again, she surprised the audience with her convincing role of Princess Hana’ah, like a butterfly coloring the stage with her feminine look and expressive phrases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nonetheless, Roz Al Werr was, as expected, remarkable in singing but not as good in acting. The role of the queen might have been too restricting for such an actress and singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Amer Al Khuffash who played Saleh, the water engineer of big dreams and a brave heart did a great job winning the heart of the princess and most of the audience. Other male artists were, unfortunately, not up to the standard of the female artists in terms of singing and overall performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Adeeb Derhalli captured the audience’s attention in his Prince Kong Ai Dan role, luring the Princess with his fortunes and rare assets in his funny Chinese outfit and dialect. He is obviously more experienced than other actors in the play, moving lightly across the stage, with a clear voice and confident existence under the spotlight. The ‘suitors’ scene, as the audience probably agrees, was the most entertaining and the most profound in terms of script writing and acting with Adeeb enriching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lara Sawalha did a wonderful job as well bringing some groove and boldness to the dances and the acting. She proved her enjoyment and passion of theater with her role, Jamilah the poetess, making the best out of a minor character in the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As a person in the audience I can’t but appreciate the hard work spent on the making of this musical from directing to advertising, performance and overall look &amp;amp; feel. There are, on the other hand, many areas for improvement in storyline, choice of character names, music, etc. But I’m glad we have such opportunities for our artists and I’m definite that this is only the beginning of good Jordanian theater for the years to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-3895834076677975444?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3895834076677975444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=3895834076677975444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3895834076677975444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3895834076677975444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/petra-rocks.html' title='Petra Rocks'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6956636471280129403</id><published>2009-11-01T23:03:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:57:14.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One Life Stand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Su4D8kapiHI/AAAAAAAAANo/iX7Gvuc8UQo/s1600-h/One_Night_Stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399257342366287986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Su4D8kapiHI/AAAAAAAAANo/iX7Gvuc8UQo/s400/One_Night_Stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my friend T :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Meeting up with friends last week, having hot chocolate, complaining about the weather...... (ok only I was complaining about the weather since I hate winter and wish it would be summer everyday of the year), we were talking about thee most talked about topic in Amman between youth ages 22-42 : Hooking up / Marriage/ Finding &lt;em&gt;The One.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tab3an as usual everyone pretends inno mabsoot haik o 3adi &lt;em&gt;I'm not looking for anyone at the moment, I need to enjoy life&lt;/em&gt;, fa we were exchanging stories of people who got to know each other over a period of 2 or 3 months and then got married (traditional marriage).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fareeda&lt;/em&gt; said her famous sentence &lt;em&gt;:"i don't understand why are people in such a hurry to get married?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;T then moved on to the idea of a 1 night stand and how the west thinks of this and that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All that came to my mind, ironically, was that there's no difference between an Arab girl who knows a guy for 2 months and then marries him, giving her body and soul to him and a western girl who gets to know a guy for the same period and then giving herself to him, being a 1 night stand, then breaking up and finding another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aren't these 2 girls from across the world the same? Isn't marrying someone within 2 months of knowing him a kind of prostitution? What's the difference, really? It is as T called it "One life stand".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A man or a woman cannot surely know during only 2 months that this person is THE ONE thus what attracts them to each other is sex. Purely sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After sometime the naive western woman moves on, leaves him for a reason or another, finds another man who offers her a subconcious one night stand approach, while the Arab women accepts the one life stand, stays for a reason or another,swallows her pride and moves on to being a mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A mother who in return marries her daughters &lt;em&gt;traditionally&lt;/em&gt;. After an Arab girl has her ethics and honour which are saved until marriage, until the one life stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/19560247-6956636471280129403?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6956636471280129403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6956636471280129403' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6956636471280129403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6956636471280129403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-life-stand.html' title='One Life Stand!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Su4D8kapiHI/AAAAAAAAANo/iX7Gvuc8UQo/s72-c/One_Night_Stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6257513389320304638</id><published>2009-10-26T22:24:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:57:30.062+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama @band practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dragonartz.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/_vectors-musical-instruments-preview2-by-dragonart.png?w=495&amp;amp;h=495"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 494px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 494px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dragonartz.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/_vectors-musical-instruments-preview2-by-dragonart.png?w=495&amp;amp;h=495" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just noticed that I have never written anything related to band or my interest in music since I'm saxogirl. Well to spare you of the boring stuff and to make it short, I play the Alto Saxophone since I was 11 and still am, one of my passions in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BUT the interesting part is the drama that happened today during band pratice. Never in my life have I imagined that things would take this shape with our conductor, let's call her, &lt;em&gt;Miss Rumba&lt;/em&gt; for the sake of argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Band background:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Conductor: &lt;em&gt;Miss Rumba&lt;/em&gt; is the conductor I've known to love and repect for years and years. She was the cool American music teacher who had the exciting activities and trips during school years. She's spent her entire life teaching students music with, I must admit, little appreciation. As you grow up you discover that those idols you used to have are not that perfect, unfortunately, they are just like anybody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Music: symphonic, classical, a little jazz, serious- not appealing to the common Jordanian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Players: since it's a voluntary community band now, very few are attending practices. Currently we're 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tamer,&lt;/em&gt; my sax mate, started off by explaining to Miss Rumba why previous players are not attending: " I will say this and I hope it doesn't come out the wrong way...... the music needs to be more fun....... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chumpysclipart.com/images/illustrations/thumbnail/1458_picture_of_an_intense_orchestra_conductor_with_clenched_teeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She was furious, she said that this has been the endless battle with us, that we don't like the music "well if you haven't notice we don't have band music like the ones you hear on the radio, I've always made sure that there would be something that people would recognize and enjoy but there's no winning with you........etc.........Lara has been saying this since ever"....... ehhh ana? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ok I did like 3 years back at a gathering at her house. I said all that needs to be said coz i'm not the kind that sweet talks people, what I believe in I say so help me God. It was a total fiasco tonight as it was 3 years back where all my fellow musicians said nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was bad, no support, no understanding, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The discussion went on further "I have other things to do than conduct this band if you guys don't want to play...........you can support the band by buying some new music...........what you're saying here is that all this music is trash......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Has she not been with us during performances? Where very few people attend? Where players come and go and only il khozzat illi zayyi stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why are people so protective? She asks for suggestions and then she refuses them. Is it because this band has been her baby for the past 20 years? Why does she take it personal? Doesn't she want this band to succeed? Is it becuase she's past 50 years of age? Mid-life crisis? Does she want to play the victim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insanity: Doing the Same Thing Over and Over,&lt;br /&gt;Expecting Different Results&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's funny how to us, the members of the band, it's very obvious what has to be done to make this band something but to her it's not acceptable, it's mean and it's unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now I understand how bad it seems for others to try to change a person. This person thinks he's got it all figured out and that no one understands but have to trust him. Others think ' if you could only work on that part you'd have it all'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think deep inside she knows there's something wrong with this band and how it's being managed but being stubborn beats everything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This band breaks my heart, jad, it could be way better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/stubborn_and_ardent_clinging_to_one-s_opinion_is/165005.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stubborn&lt;br /&gt;and ardent clinging to one's opinion is the best proof of&lt;br /&gt;stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/michel_de_montaigne/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michel de Montaigne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-6257513389320304638?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6257513389320304638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6257513389320304638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6257513389320304638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6257513389320304638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/drama-band-practice.html' title='Drama @band practice'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-4731733890095529063</id><published>2009-10-23T19:58:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:12:49.118+03:00</updated><title type='text'>أحمر وشقي       لاذع ولذيذ    ؟؟ what the heck!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were staying late at the office the other day and G+Ginseng girls came in and distributed promotional drinks with brochures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was cool since I like the bitter lemon they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a short break we looked at the brochure and couldn't believe the logo, the names of the drinks and the vibes that the brand carries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out for yourselves (please click on pic to enlarge and note the details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putshshshshsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SuHnelnSndI/AAAAAAAAANY/jo2qFF-vT90/s1600-h/g%2Bginseng.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395848341245566418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SuHnelnSndI/AAAAAAAAANY/jo2qFF-vT90/s400/g%2Bginseng.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A whip and handcuffs? for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SuHoFx2z5iI/AAAAAAAAANg/Go4K0M8bQus/s1600-h/g%2Bginseng+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395849014546785826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SuHoFx2z5iI/AAAAAAAAANg/Go4K0M8bQus/s400/g%2Bginseng+back.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my opinion this brand is targeting hormones and sexuality. The brand identity girl is wearing a tight outfit with all the gadgets, ma32ool? I don't want to sound like my grandma bas ya3ni a whip??!! Come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got more curious and checked their website, unbelievable. Check it and look at what your cursor becomes! Now it all makes sense, my pharmasist friend told me once not to drink it, "it's like Viagra!". I guess we all know what g stands for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Welcome to the g spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What is g? It's a premium multi-flavor carbonated beverage, that contains&lt;br /&gt;ginseng extract- a revitalizing substance known for its healthy medicinal&lt;br /&gt;effects, anti aging benefits, as well as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexually&lt;br /&gt;enhancing&lt;/strong&gt; properties which forms &lt;strong&gt;the basis&lt;/strong&gt; of g's&lt;br /&gt;advertising approach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.g-gofigure.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.g-gofigure.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.g-gofigure.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;check the radio ads, banned ads, and motto........ horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;again..... what the heck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-4731733890095529063?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4731733890095529063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=4731733890095529063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4731733890095529063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4731733890095529063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-heck.html' title='أحمر وشقي       لاذع ولذيذ    ؟؟ what the heck!?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SuHnelnSndI/AAAAAAAAANY/jo2qFF-vT90/s72-c/g%2Bginseng.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-1826144999677411890</id><published>2009-10-11T23:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:50:22.007+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ma32ool Jordan Television?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sanabellewater.com/newscoverage/jordan_tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://www.sanabellewater.com/newscoverage/jordan_tv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's like it's in a time warp where it got alienated in space with no reference and no benchmarks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've got 4 questions for you Jordan TV:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why do you still host guests and insist on speaking classical Arabic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(if you say so that the Arab world countries would understand us think again. LBC and Future speak lebanese and they're one of the most viewed channels.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Why are the studio furniture and decor incoherent ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Why are the hosts un natural?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Why don't you have interesting shows and series?&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/19560247-1826144999677411890?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1826144999677411890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=1826144999677411890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1826144999677411890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1826144999677411890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/jordan-tv.html' title='Jordan TV'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-8687519526645524593</id><published>2009-09-29T21:31:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:40:42.592+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango and Cairo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SsJnAXVW_3I/AAAAAAAAANI/4ne5wgg4n8Q/s1600-h/blog+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SsJl0py8nrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XbZtJzpmBdo/s1600-h/IMG00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386980059535679154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SsJl0py8nrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XbZtJzpmBdo/s400/IMG00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Going on a trip with 3 of my school friends to Cairo seemed like a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;We spend hours planning for it and deciding on the dates, fighting over the dates and finally agreeing on the dates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this post is about my friends, it's not, it's about beautiful Cairo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please tell me you hated it" a friend of mine said after I came back, "I didn't it's really cool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cairo is ana amazing city full of life. People stay awake 24 / 7 literally! It’s not for partying only, it’s for going out for coffee or whatever. Here if you stay up it’s because you’re cool, in Cairo it’s for spending some good time in good weather. “sometimes we go out and then go directly to class” Lamya said, a cousin of our friend who is studying in AUC. “It’s very normal to sleep 4 hours a day here”.&lt;br /&gt;As she way saying this I was looking for dark circles on her eyes to see the effect of sleep deprivation but unfortunately I found none. How could they do that? How dare they? I was so jealous of the lifestyle: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to say that Cairo is romantic! Yes though it's super dirty and chaotic, with those poor police men trying to be respected by people, traffic and hot weather killing you by the minute, it is nonetheless romantic. If you walk by the Nile you can see couples standing at the bars looking at the river with hopeful eyes, holding hands, having arms around each other, PDA. Each empty slot formed by the bars has a couple and what's interesting is that these couples are boyfriend and girlfriend. Very few are engaged or married (if the ring is an indicator).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What I loved about this fact is that love is not forbidden in Cairo.Inspired by&lt;br /&gt;the book "Eat, Pray, Love" I now know that Cairo speaks 'Lust' in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is in a state of love, it's in the eyes of people at Khan il Khalili,&lt;br /&gt;streets, restaurants, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a city worth living in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sanitary standards are different than ours, once we were at TGI Friday and asked the waiter to clean the table “7alan ya fandim” he said and then took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the table. He must’ve been kidding but he wasn’t, good thing we had Hi-gene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh juices are something else over there; we were always ordering mango juice. Nivene had 10 in 4 days. Everytime the mango juice surprises you of how good it tastes. Ahwet il Fishawi in Khan il Khalili know this I’m sure coz the prices of a mango juice there are the same as here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SsJnbQVSZ0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vXbMGZplKkA/s1600-h/blog+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386981822226917186" style="WIDTH: 474px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SsJnbQVSZ0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vXbMGZplKkA/s400/blog+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;notice the civilizations above (from pyramids to sky scrapers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok I lied this post is also about my friends. Let me give you a bit of background :&lt;br /&gt;These 3 friends have been my close friends since school. We’ve managed to stay close throughout university and work life. &lt;em&gt;Firyal, Nivene &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Nuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The trip was smooth as expected with a bit of spices here and there. &lt;em&gt;Nuha&lt;/em&gt;, a perfectionist, wanted to photograph everything! And she did :) When she found out that “Hussam Habeeb” the singer (whoever that guy is) was in our hotel, she and Nivene crashed a wedding while he was singing the solo romantic song to the bride and groom! Needless to say after all the embarrassment she took a picture with him :) &lt;em&gt;Nuha &lt;/em&gt;was a great travel mate especially at the airport when 2 gulfi guys tried to hook up with us “Oskot o liff wijhak balash ma takullak kaff!” Bravo &lt;em&gt;Nuha&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivene, the fast and the furious, was as always a the easy go-er, she planned the activities of the trip and was crazy enough to take a dare from one of the girls to go up to a bride and tell her “we’re from Jordan and we’d like to take a picture with you”. Needless to say inha intafsat coz the groom objected “aslo il 3areez lazeez bassi multazim” the sister in law justified.&lt;br /&gt;Firyal, the soft hearted, was the angel sent from heaven to all those beggars, taxi drivers, sellers, street bums. She bought from them, tipped them, and sympathized with them. “Firyal please don’t believe them they’re ripping you off” we would beg “shul 10 pounds bil nisbeh ili? Dinar o nos ? Bas addaish bi2asru b 7ayathom?” Our eyes would roll, her eyes would roll trying to explain to each other over and over our ideologies. Firyal will be Firyal and she will not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go see Adel Imam play Body Guard or as Firyal inquired “AL body guard”, she wanted to Arabize it so that the guy on the phone would understand! We were laughing non stop. “Mar7aba bidna ni7gez la bukra masra7iyyet Al body guard”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firyal was the star of the trip especially when she slashed Nuha’s 7inna tattoo of 20 seconds of age by mistake : ) she kept apologizing which was hilarious for Nivene and I to see as Nuha got more and more angry “Nuha sorry 3an jad ba3millek wa7ad b 3amman” “Okay Firyal Khalas 3adi”Nuha would angrily insist : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was nice, definitely to be repeated but in a cooler weather, when I don’t have the flu and when it is agreed that political stuff are not to be discussed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-8687519526645524593?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8687519526645524593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=8687519526645524593' title='87 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8687519526645524593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8687519526645524593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/mango-and-cairo.html' title='Mango and Cairo'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SsJl0py8nrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XbZtJzpmBdo/s72-c/IMG00036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>87</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-5057518932757115651</id><published>2009-07-09T00:11:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:18:32.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson the controversial artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SlUOJVC7NII/AAAAAAAAAMw/YBoIMrn_aZY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356202885258097794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SlUOJVC7NII/AAAAAAAAAMw/YBoIMrn_aZY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Being a girl in the Middle East, Michael Jackson was a legend to me growing up. Nothing topped him. O tab3an I don't know if you moms zay immi bas till yesterday she couldn't understand the reactions, appreciation and drama. To her Elvis o BAS :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't want to go on and on about Michael the great talent, you've heard it all. I just want to share the phrases that moved me and gave me goose-bumps during the memorial speeches yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berry Gordy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"He raised the bar, and then broke the bar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke Shields&lt;/strong&gt;: (to his kids) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Your father was not strange, what he had to deal with was strange".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin Luther King III:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" My father said that in life one must discover what his calling is. Once&lt;br /&gt;they do they must do their job so well that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;living, the dead&lt;br /&gt;and the unborn&lt;/strong&gt; could do them no better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember growing up in the 90s, we watched "Black or White" over and over and over with awe, I video taped his Pepsi (or Coca Cola was it?) commercial with Michael Jordan and watched with friends not believing how cool he is. We immitated his voice, we dressed like him in Halloween parties and tried to, as everyone, do the moonwalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It'll take a long time before another legend takes his place in people's hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-5057518932757115651?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5057518932757115651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=5057518932757115651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5057518932757115651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5057518932757115651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-controversial-artist.html' title='Michael Jackson the controversial artist'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SlUOJVC7NII/AAAAAAAAAMw/YBoIMrn_aZY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6956624327877638271</id><published>2009-05-24T12:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:03:01.114+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's amazing how a person can keep hanging on to the past. While everyone thinks that the person is out of the dark hole and moving on, yet, that person is still there, more hurt than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Shh-MK1nQZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/n_lfZGs1FE0/s1600-h/171567_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339156105780478354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Shh-MK1nQZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/n_lfZGs1FE0/s400/171567_f520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During the past month I had a taste of these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Getting over someone by going back to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving in the car with her on the right.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: "Are you serious? You're going back to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-She : "Don't you feel guilty to not get back with a person you know so well, to a person you got used to? I couldn't even think of being with anyone else. I think 1.5 years away is a good break and now it's time we get back together".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Getting over someone by running away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the door, on the way out, picking up a bag I kept for him...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-He: "I have to get out of this country, by hook or by crook, I have to before the end of the year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: "This is when &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; comes back from abroad, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Long pause and a sad face........ -"right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Not being able to get over someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going up the escalator at the mall........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-She: "I still can't get over him....... I think i don't want to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: "Time is the only healer, give it some time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Afraid of going through the pain, again, of getting over someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sipping tea at her house........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-She: "If this doesn't work out then this is it! I don't know what I will do, I don't know how I can go on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Getting over someone by finding someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Conversing over lunch..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-She: "Well actually, there's someone new!And it might go faster than you guys expect"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: "What? Really? How do you know that this time it's right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-She: "Coz I've never felt like this about anyone before. I think this guy is 'The One' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: "Good for you for moving on, good for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-6956624327877638271?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6956624327877638271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6956624327877638271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6956624327877638271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6956624327877638271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentiments.html' title='Sentiments'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Shh-MK1nQZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/n_lfZGs1FE0/s72-c/171567_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-1182669014096651232</id><published>2009-05-21T23:18:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:45:41.107+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Football my dream, football my life !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's interesting how guys are just big boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Boys at 5 years of age --&gt; play football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Girls at 5 years of age --&gt; play with Barbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/ShW7YpneFwI/AAAAAAAAALo/CcD6Rcv32xw/s1600-h/barbie_dollhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338378965480249090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/ShW7YpneFwI/AAAAAAAAALo/CcD6Rcv32xw/s400/barbie_dollhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Boys at 15 years of age --&gt; play football&lt;br /&gt;Girls at 15 years of age --&gt; play with makeup and occasional prank calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Boys at 25 years of age --&gt; play football&lt;br /&gt;Girls at 25 years of age --&gt; play Pictionary, Sudoku, cards or bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guys at the office love to play footbal. No matter how different the guys are, football brings them together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/ShW7s6rZmsI/AAAAAAAAALw/fZC1ADZuGOE/s1600-h/i%20love%20football-200x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338379313657518786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/ShW7s6rZmsI/AAAAAAAAALw/fZC1ADZuGOE/s400/i%2520love%2520football-200x200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-1182669014096651232?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1182669014096651232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=1182669014096651232' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1182669014096651232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1182669014096651232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/football-my-dream-football-my-life.html' title='Football my dream, football my life !'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/ShW7YpneFwI/AAAAAAAAALo/CcD6Rcv32xw/s72-c/barbie_dollhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-5792450247447353067</id><published>2009-05-11T21:17:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:49:09.385+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not mean, I'm practical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Sgh5HaIlEfI/AAAAAAAAALY/Cjx7Vw3mKvQ/s1600-h/cert.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646926801703410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Sgh5HaIlEfI/AAAAAAAAALY/Cjx7Vw3mKvQ/s400/cert.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You know what kills me in this society? The fact that you HAVE to do stuff; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examle #1&lt;/strong&gt; I hate arou7 a3azzi (pay respects to the dead). I am a sentimental person although I seem mtamsi7a but I really don't find death surprising nor dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Faheema*&lt;/em&gt;: "hey, keefek? Did you hear inno khal &lt;em&gt;Muna&lt;/em&gt; passed away?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;:"ah jad? Alla yir7amo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Faheema&lt;/em&gt;: "Aren't going to go pay respects"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Me thinking 'I hate a3azzi and wear black, I hate it I hate it. Muna? Tab I rarely see her'&lt;/em&gt; ....."Sure, what time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Biddi afham, why do I have to a3azzi every single person on earth? If you come to think of it, an average Jordanian has consoled a larger number of people than the number of people he went out with. I honestly have attended funerals more than weddings. When you're having fun you don't invite me but when you're in pain I must be there? La2 sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know it's a sign of respect, I know these people are happy to see me and I know that it's a sign of sympathy and support. I know all of that I just hate doing it! Please no one out there tell me the benefits and advantages of consolation because I heard it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To me going to a place where people are mourning a death is not exactly my idea of support. The problem is that people keep a record; &lt;em&gt;"laish arou7 a3azzi, ma aja 3azzani b abouy"&lt;/em&gt; !!! ehhhh aish? Aish fee? Aren't you supposed to be in trauma and mourning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The thing about deaths is that it comes sudden, whatever you have those 3 days you should clear out your schedule and fit it in. Not practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Example #2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Dina*:&lt;/em&gt; "I'm heading towards the airport Sunday morning at 8:30"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt; : "Oh cool so I'll see you Saturday night".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Dina:&lt;/em&gt; "Or you can pass by Sunday at 8:00"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; !! "OrI can pass by Saturday night! :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Dina:&lt;/em&gt; "Sure whenever is suitable for you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: "Dina if I was in your situation, would you wake up to come see me at 8:00 AM?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Dina&lt;/em&gt;: "Of course I would"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; "Why??!! Don't you think it's more practical to see me the night before? I mean if you got the 2 options wouldn't it just be easier on all humanity if you come the night before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Dina&lt;/em&gt;: "Hmm maybe but I'd still wake up and come see you. I don't mind it I'm a morning person"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: "Ok say you WERE NOT a morning person..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Dina:&lt;/em&gt; "Yeah, well, I'd still come at 8:00 AM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; "Ma a7qarni :(...... see you Sat night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Sgh5hxeHpSI/AAAAAAAAALg/0z4dMn_9ROs/s1600-h/46091983.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334647379742663970" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Sgh5hxeHpSI/AAAAAAAAALg/0z4dMn_9ROs/s400/46091983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-5792450247447353067?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5792450247447353067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=5792450247447353067' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5792450247447353067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5792450247447353067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-mean-im-practical.html' title='I&apos;m not mean, I&apos;m practical'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Sgh5HaIlEfI/AAAAAAAAALY/Cjx7Vw3mKvQ/s72-c/cert.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-8121539554197812863</id><published>2009-04-12T19:15:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:35:04.011+03:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Saddam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not interested in politics and I don't engage in political conversations with anyone but I must say this documentary is really something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SeIVgFjkj5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/dhC3fRj-4z0/s1600-h/post-446885-1218757458.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323841350496718738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SeIVgFjkj5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/dhC3fRj-4z0/s400/post-446885-1218757458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC has done a great job in portraying Saddam's personal life. The 4 episodes are catchy, easy to watch and engaging. The thing that I liked about the production of the documentary is that most of the cast are real arab actors, instead of Indians that seem to resemble us according to the whole world except us! Zay Said in LOST, he's so Indian yet he's accepted by the west as the macho Iraqi guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;House of Saddam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you can relate to the English Arabic accent, the names are pronounced correctly and I could only spot very few mistakes in the setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no knowledge in the political facts of the series thus I don't know about the accuracy of the content but what I can say is that it is a very interesting documentary and a must see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-8121539554197812863?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8121539554197812863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=8121539554197812863' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8121539554197812863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8121539554197812863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-of-saddam.html' title='House of Saddam'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SeIVgFjkj5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/dhC3fRj-4z0/s72-c/post-446885-1218757458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-2884892192839553415</id><published>2009-02-19T09:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:41:13.828+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate world lingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZyJ8bhlflI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qH666ZIb8q8/s1600-h/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304266132409384530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZyJ8bhlflI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qH666ZIb8q8/s320/frustrated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Below are phrases, words or abbreviations that exist in my corporate world. Where on earth do they get these from? The interesting thing is that these phrases are so contagious and can be picked up faster than gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Let's kill it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Used when you want the other person to do the donkey work of a stupid project, initiative, request without ever wanting to hear about it again.&lt;br /&gt;Used it twice today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘We need to look at this in a holistic view’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Used la ghayat il 3aret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;‘I don’t want you to work in silos’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I heard it I was like “Huh? What does fermentation and biology have to do with this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;‘Fair but not equal’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used by HR when they want to inform employees in a diplomatic way that your colleague illi bishtghel ad nos ma btishtghel o birawwe7 ablak o bifhamsh yoktob email will be getting a higher raise than you ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;'Culturally un-aligned'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a member of our gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;‘Ra7 yiseer fee restructuring’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good number of managers are going to be kicked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘FYI’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really? Is it honestly only for my information willa it means inno fee mseebeh jay 3ala il taree2 o bas ba7ib a7keelak innak khawa involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;‘FYA’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Meaning innak khozz o wala 3omrak ti7lam takhod promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;‘…..What do you think?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used when the sender was blamed for not sharing issues with the team. It really means that I’m thinking this way and if anyone has any objections better do the job himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;‘…Please advise’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (tab3an always written &lt;strong&gt;advice&lt;/strong&gt; which really doesn’t mean anything)&lt;br /&gt;This really means FYA bas the sender is not from the same department as the recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘For further details&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; please do not hesitate to contact me anytime’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…but if your question is stupid you’ll have to take the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Thank you for your cooperation’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHAWA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;‘Customer centric organization’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charge the customer some fees for doing the job we’re supposed to do in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘I am at your disposal’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disposal? Seriously?! Come on I feel like trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope this email finds you well’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ashan illi jayeek halla2 sammet badan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Shu ra2yek ni3mil kaza'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=Shu ra2yek ti3mili kaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZyKkBXZ7sI/AAAAAAAAALI/nkJH-QvRsMA/s1600-h/News7_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304266812582129346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZyKkBXZ7sI/AAAAAAAAALI/nkJH-QvRsMA/s320/News7_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Kindly note....'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hayna khabbarnakom 3ashan ma titfalsafu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'As per our conversation.....'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Used to confirm the message agreed upon, basically I don't trust you will stand up to your word....ya kazzab!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'As per your request'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't agree on the issue but this email is a blackmail tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also could mean innak khozz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'To strengthen communication channels...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sender is blamed for working in 'silos'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'From a strategic perspective.......'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Used to prepare the listeners that what is about to be said is too complicated for the common employee to comprehend........ losers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you just love the corporate world? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-2884892192839553415?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2884892192839553415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=2884892192839553415' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2884892192839553415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2884892192839553415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/corporate-world-lingo.html' title='Corporate world lingo'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZyJ8bhlflI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qH666ZIb8q8/s72-c/frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-9072152720373668904</id><published>2009-02-11T10:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:48:42.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZACFS0KN2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uHl-4sxVLno/s1600-h/facebook-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300739051388286818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZACFS0KN2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uHl-4sxVLno/s400/facebook-01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Yesterday I was standing next to a bunch of guys and girls who were talking. Next thing you know, girl said in these exact words, and i quote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"la bamza7, tab3an 3indi facebook shu shayefni social mu3awwaqa?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZACK1g3CTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HxzHKtl7IMA/s1600-h/facebook_cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300739146601924914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZACK1g3CTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HxzHKtl7IMA/s400/facebook_cartoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZAB9wr16vI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xjbd9-g9Rr4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;no comment :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZAB9wr16vI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xjbd9-g9Rr4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300738921967512306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZAB9wr16vI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xjbd9-g9Rr4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZACPPHdaMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cr6ON3Q2pTo/s1600-h/facebook-aug-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300739222194186434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 434px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZACPPHdaMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cr6ON3Q2pTo/s400/facebook-aug-07.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZACPPHdaMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cr6ON3Q2pTo/s1600-h/facebook-aug-07.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-9072152720373668904?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9072152720373668904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=9072152720373668904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/9072152720373668904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/9072152720373668904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-nightmare.html' title='Facebook nightmare'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SZACFS0KN2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uHl-4sxVLno/s72-c/facebook-01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6035132839666736968</id><published>2009-02-01T21:58:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:28:04.688+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Episodes of my past month</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Discussing the Egyptian cleaning man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-*Tima&lt;/em&gt;: "didn't you notice his eyebrows?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: "btimza7i!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tima&lt;/em&gt;:"bi3mil 7awajbo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: "La2, please ma t2olooli inno &lt;em&gt;Fayyoumi&lt;/em&gt; gay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Tima: "halla2 3rift keef btitla3 il isha3at bil shirkeh ":)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Office blabber I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My phone rings in the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SYy2LbtCXWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hCw340YMPGE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299811169039703394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SYy2LbtCXWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hCw340YMPGE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-*Samara&lt;/em&gt;: "Lara, ghayri rantek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me thinking 'ghosbalek! shu dakhalek?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3.Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me:" Aish sar b Chevening"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-*Farida&lt;/em&gt;: "3milt il interview :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: "cool:) tab o &lt;em&gt;Maree7a&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Farida: "bardo 3imlat il interview :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me thinking 'hmmmm kul il mamlakeh 3imlat interview ma 3adai :S'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Office blabber II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My phone rings in the office&lt;br /&gt;-*Samara: "Lara, ghayri rantek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me thinking 'How about **** you!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Ignore mode on-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Longest 15 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting for the elevator -B1 to Floor 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Creepy weird lady approaches me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-*Manar&lt;/em&gt;: "Shu drastek?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me thinking "what the heck?! I've never spoken to this lady before&lt;/em&gt;...."Finance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Manar&lt;/em&gt;: "Wain? Jam3a Ordoniyyeh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: "Ah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting.........'wain il zift?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Manar:"&lt;/em&gt;Ana darseh 3ilim ijtima3 min jam3it Bir Zeit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Me: ".....umm..... 7ilu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Elevator opens, lucky me there's no one inside, now i have to get into a closed area, up 5 floors, with the creepy weird lady.... I know she's gonna say something crazy now and no witnesses would be there and no one would believe me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.............G........1.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not a word........&lt;br /&gt;3.............4 "Ching"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me thinking 'Ghareeb! she didn't say anything.........Run Forest Run!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those were the longest 15 seconds of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Office blabber III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*&lt;em&gt;Rula&lt;/em&gt;: "you know they say those who like kitkat are sexually frustrated!"&lt;br /&gt;-*&lt;em&gt;Nabil&lt;/em&gt;:"hehe 3am bit2oleeli willa 3am bit2ooli la 7alek? ana 3adi wad3i"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me thinking: '3adi? o fakhoor b 7alak inno zalameh ya3ni? culture zbaleh 3ala shabab azbal. Abukom 3ala abu haik colleagues'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the foul language, those who know me know that I'm not like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*As always, names have been changed&lt;/span&gt;&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/19560247-6035132839666736968?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6035132839666736968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6035132839666736968' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6035132839666736968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6035132839666736968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/episodes-of-my-past-month.html' title='Episodes of my past month'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SYy2LbtCXWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hCw340YMPGE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-4558211279809520323</id><published>2008-12-24T23:56:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:15:39.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight of my 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think 2008 was a good year for me....... these are what made an impact on me the most: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Bonding with one of my cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;moments when you're sure genetics are stronger than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Left at Frankfurt airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;was supposed to meet my friend there to go on the same plane back to Amman, she miraculously made it at the gate, we were both in tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Being at Bon Jovi's concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SVzAn4x4ZlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/m8qyeWIKuHo/s1600-h/Bon+Jovi+@+St.+Mary"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286311854115153490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SVzAn4x4ZlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/m8qyeWIKuHo/s400/Bon+Jovi+%40+St.+Mary%27s+Stadium,+Southampton+11-6-2008+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;singing 'always' with him, live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Quit drinking sodas and eating chips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but if the times get tough i'm going back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Changing career paths from HR to Marketing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this doesn't mean that I'm sticking to marketing either :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Started Salsa classes and commited for 1 whole year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't intend to quit in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SVzA4Tyo6LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R-no2sWbcUg/s1600-h/salsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286312136243996850" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SVzA4Tyo6LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R-no2sWbcUg/s400/salsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Reassured that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/venus-and-mars-will-never-meet.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Venus and Mars will never meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, there will always be people who say '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-things-that-bug-me-in-ammani.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FAYsal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;', that life is full of irony,and that friends will come and go but the good ones always come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-4558211279809520323?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4558211279809520323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=4558211279809520323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4558211279809520323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4558211279809520323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/highlight-of-my-2008.html' title='Highlight of my 2008'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SVzAn4x4ZlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/m8qyeWIKuHo/s72-c/Bon+Jovi+%40+St.+Mary%27s+Stadium,+Southampton+11-6-2008+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-2260995860317999552</id><published>2008-12-18T15:21:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:54:56.719+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Victimize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All of you out there who are in the corporate world can relate to this; the strange phenomenon of having those &lt;em&gt;Victim&lt;/em&gt; employees! &lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/G/-/2/hillary_the_victim.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 422px" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/G/-/2/hillary_the_victim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some people just victimize themselves, simply because they enjoy it. If you look closely around the office you will have this "i'm the victim" character, i'm certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Mirna &lt;/em&gt;is a fellow colleague in my company, she's a manager (by force) and she's the company's &lt;strong&gt;hardworking-no-one-appreciates-me&lt;/strong&gt; victim. She often refers to herself as the victim, and puts on the victim's mask and starts her day, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She barges into directors' offices and tells them how frustrated she is by their decisions, how they don't care about her area of business and that she will not take their bull!&lt;br /&gt;If she bumps into me or anyone at the bathroom she starts pouring her heart out how the company is not like before, how depressed she is from the situation and how much she gave to the company. "&lt;em&gt;wala 7atta shukran ma bu2oluli"&lt;/em&gt; she would add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mirna, why don't you leave the company and go somewhere else? Your experience is great in this field you can find a job in no time"&lt;/em&gt; I would suggest.&lt;br /&gt;This is Mirna's favorite part, this is the part she loves most, this is where she proves that she is &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; real victim: &lt;em&gt;"No no I want to stay, this is the company that I served for many years. Ana 3ashanni ba7ki il dughri o ma bamassi7 jookh bi2oolu 3anni mujrimeh, bas alla bi3lam".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on for God's sakes, why would anybody stay in a company where they are not appreciated and not change to a new job with higher pay and a better environment and most importantly where she can be appreciated for her technical skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y? Because people love to victimize themselves. It's more appealing, they make others feel sorry for them and better yet they excuse them for whatever mistakes they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I told my boss: &lt;em&gt;"Mirna majnooneh"&lt;/em&gt; and he said : &lt;em&gt;"Maskeeneh hay"&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;You see? Works every time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Dareen&lt;/em&gt; is another story. She's the company's chick. And what's better for guys than being a chick? Being blond :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dareen is a great employee, i must admit, dedicated and all but years and years of conflict with her manager is not logical. Whenever she feels that her manager is about to give her negative feedback she runs to HR or to the CEO and cries a few tears and turns the whole problem to her favor. The team is teaming up against her. Not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can resist a crying blond chick? She must be right :)&lt;br /&gt;Bingo! Being a victim pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people in our world do that. It's so easy to do it, it's within the comfort zone and it takes off the heat of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a person puts on the victim mask, everything is so much easier. Working hours are less, no standing in line, a lot of attention and sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that there are no victims in life, there are but these colleagues are not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting from the movie &lt;strong&gt;Dangerous Minds&lt;/strong&gt; (a movie which is lame in my opinion but has a good message):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nobody's forcing you to be here. You have a choice. You can stay, or you can leave.There are no victimsin this classroom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Names have been changed for security reasons... my security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-2260995860317999552?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2260995860317999552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=2260995860317999552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2260995860317999552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2260995860317999552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/victimize.html' title='Victimize'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-2237714207117705537</id><published>2008-12-10T17:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:13:24.415+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Labels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/ST0-I-3IX0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ncaVJuy5lIk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277442662382198594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/ST0-I-3IX0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ncaVJuy5lIk/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Jordan all my life I don’t cease to notice unexplainable things about the society. Lately I have noticed that our youth culture is not mature enough. There’s no acceptance of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense that we label groups, masalan those who go to &lt;em&gt;Nai &lt;/em&gt;are labeled differently than those who don’t.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah howweh min il no3 illi biroo7 3al Nai” (pronounced NAAY, laish ma 7ada bi3raf :))&lt;br /&gt;What’s that supposed to mean? Inno if he didn’t he would be perceived better or worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mentioning to my work friends some time ago that we could go to books@cafe and they (both being males) said: “law aish I won’t go”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba3dain this new trend in Jordan of having film makers and artists and writers ( the non traditional jobs) is being held by a) the well-off b)the rebels c) a and b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perception is that those who are artists carry on the habit of drinking and those who do not drink are lame! And mind you, both parties hate each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our society is not mature enough to accept all kinds of people without associating them to any cult. And you HAVE to belong to a cult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually attend the annual European Film Festival and go watch different films when I can. When I mentioned it to a work colleague that I’m going that night she said : “ah inti min il no3 illi bi7dar hadole il ishya2?” Actually I was curious to know more about my ‘no3’! inno do I masalan don’t eat greens and all that grows on trees willa shu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below are some noticeable groups:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those who talk in Arabish vs. Those who’s Arabic are proficient enough for conversation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those who go party in Beirut every other weekend coz “ahel 3amman bi3rafoosh yinbinstu” vs. those who realize that staying for a few consecutive months in Jordan is not that uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7afartal vs. non 7afartal………. This has the widest range of possibilities. A typical Jordanian falls in and out of these categories as we speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Ana b Vy” vs. “it’s just a gym for crying out loud”&lt;br /&gt;“jama3it il salsa” vs. “I don’t go to dancing lessons but I love ‘so you think you can dance’”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baccalaureate School vs. A public school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing is, it’s not that black and white, there isn’t only 2 sides of the issue as I have demonstrated above. People are not either or. The true statement is :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; vs. &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; vs. &lt;strong&gt;Z &lt;/strong&gt;vs. &lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;, …ect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-2237714207117705537?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2237714207117705537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=2237714207117705537' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2237714207117705537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2237714207117705537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/labels.html' title='Labels'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/ST0-I-3IX0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ncaVJuy5lIk/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-3138447519301619373</id><published>2008-12-07T01:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:49:26.629+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Admirers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/STsctiIG_3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Djfwu1b5B9M/s1600-h/n236905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276842956975177586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/STsctiIG_3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Djfwu1b5B9M/s400/n236905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My admirers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth do I attract the wrong kind of guys? dayman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in school I was a nice girly girl. I had crushes on guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but those who had crushes on me were emmmmmm …….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how can I say it in a&lt;br /&gt;non judgmental way……… mashateeb :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in KG 2 when we were standing in line singing the anthem or saying something stupid like ba7ib mama o baba ya3mal fil 7aqel or something of that sort, a fellow classmate broke the alignment and stood closer to me and gave me a kiss! How dare he! It wasn’t Ghaith* whom I vowed to marry and love forever and ever, it was this shateb guy who was too rough, played football in playground all the time and had barabeer! (boogers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 5th grade there was a new kid in school who was in 6th grade, he was fat with a red face (all the time) and not my style at all. Yet he knew what he wanted and that was me! The problem is not only how to get rid of him but also how to get rid of him while trying to hook up with the hunk in his class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shady was determined, he sent out his friend to give me a silver necklace with half a heart with “Please forgive me I can’t stop loving you” written on it! Brian Adams had a very unfortunate fan it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of his stalking was that he lived right opposite of Chili House were we used to hang out and so had radars whenever I was around :) Let’s just say that Chili House is not that great for hideouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next admirer was also fat………hmmm ok I see a trend……….. who till this day my friend reminds me of his stupid comment when I cut my hair and showed up to school : “Min jameela il ajmal”!&lt;br /&gt;Huh? What the heck? We’re not in pre Islamic eras where we talk in classical Arabic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why God why? What is it in me that I’m a magnet to these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping university, jumping into the NOW I thought that drama will disappear and the nice girl would meet a nice guy and life will be great but no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work adbash guys ever would approach me, seriously like top 5 aznakh shabab fil shirkeh. I need hours of storytelling to talk about those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year only I’ve been approached by 3 guys, 2 of whom are in their 30s and 1 in his 40s! Hellooooooooooooooo do I look that old? I’m freakin’ 25 and these people are minimum 9 years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Am I that attractive to oldies? It’s true I am mature ;) The thing is they’re not only older but they look old and they’re just not my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one bugged me the most; for starters when he called me he mistook my name. Sorry man but if you really want to get a girl you get her name straight!&lt;br /&gt;And then I told him I’d call him back but didn’t. Where I come from it means i7lig, but apparently where he comes from it means ‘please call again and again and again and again’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this keeps up does it mean that I’m gonna get stuck with one of ‘those’? Oh my God it’ll be over, I’ll be one of those girls who got older and didn’t find anyone suitable so she hooked up with hadak il 3ammo ! Scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             My new year’s resolution: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop attracting the weird crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Names have been changed for security purposes&lt;/span&gt;&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/19560247-3138447519301619373?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3138447519301619373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=3138447519301619373' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3138447519301619373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3138447519301619373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/admirers.html' title='Admirers'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/STsctiIG_3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Djfwu1b5B9M/s72-c/n236905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-8905294991686222700</id><published>2008-10-03T15:44:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:10:21.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling.............8 things I hate about myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SOYfKH_l4uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XsrAVn3otN0/s1600-h/im-falling-into-memories-by-smashmethod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252920274179187426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SOYfKH_l4uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XsrAVn3otN0/s400/im-falling-into-memories-by-smashmethod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been myself lately, i don't know why, and i hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like I'm falling, losing self, doing the same mistakes over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as i love myself (those who know me know how much :)) but watching myself over the past period made me realize that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it when I gossip. No matter how abnoxious those people are, I shouldn't have. I'm sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it when I think I know something, someone and then figure out it's all wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it how I still don't know what my passion job is. Still experimenting but until when?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it how I promise myself so many things and yet I choose to do the opposite time and time again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it when I relate a person, a situation or a place to my experiences before. Each person is a separate individual, situations are always different and places are what people, feelings and memories make them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it when I think I'm over a situation, a person or a problem but once it appears again I'm a total wreck, again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it how I fail God over and over after promising that I wouldn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate how I fall back into memories making them my exile, my excuse, my safety net.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't drown by falling in the water;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you drown by staying there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you_don-t_drown_by_falling_in_the_water-you_drown/164634.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you_don-t_drown_by_falling_in_the_water-you_drown/164634.html"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you_don-t_drown_by_falling_in_the_water-you_drown/164634.html"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Edwin Louis Cole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-8905294991686222700?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8905294991686222700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=8905294991686222700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8905294991686222700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8905294991686222700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/falling8-things-i-hate-about-myself.html' title='Falling.............8 things I hate about myself'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SOYfKH_l4uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XsrAVn3otN0/s72-c/im-falling-into-memories-by-smashmethod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-471383666401051482</id><published>2008-09-10T10:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:58:38.765+03:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things that bug me in Ammani community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.kir.com/archives/images/radio_microphone_hg_wht.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://blog.kir.com/archives/images/radio_microphone_hg_wht.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How DJs on radios talk in an American accent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inhom cool! Ba7rain becomes &lt;em&gt;Barain&lt;/em&gt;, cozmo becomes &lt;em&gt;CAzmo&lt;/em&gt; and ninety nine becomes &lt;em&gt;niney nine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bakoon biddi akob 7ali min il sayyara when i hear them. bas the new move now is Bri2ish! One of the new radio stations is 'spot on' with their accent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How weddings are overrated;&lt;/strong&gt; flying to the dead sea wedding location by a private jet, &lt;a href="http://www.merlenemarcelo.com/images/bridalzone_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="247" alt="" src="http://www.merlenemarcelo.com/images/bridalzone_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;entering the wedding hall in a car, and having the make up artist and hair dresser fly in from Lebanon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shower parties drive me crazy as well.......... how many prewedding parties do you have to have?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The not-at-all-necessary obsession with facebook : "Lara, khalas lazem ti3mali facebook".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? I don't care what everybody's status is, i don't care what pictures you have uploaded or if an electronic machine reminds you of my birthday. Please spare me the :"Faroo0007 yesterday was amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing" !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How all coincidental meet ups end with &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SMQ5VQOiZPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5v2GP3q18Wg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243378903462077682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="269" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SMQ5VQOiZPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5v2GP3q18Wg/s400/untitled.bmp" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a fake: "isma3i, lazem ni3mil ishi"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law kan biddek ni3mil ishi you would've called me a thousand years ago ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How everybody is too dependant on their cell phones. &lt;/strong&gt;The minute they walk into a restaurant they'd be like&lt;em&gt;:"wainkom?"&lt;/em&gt; ! You know, if you'd walk 3 more steps you would find your 10 friends on a table!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. How drivers think they have the right of the road if they have an E-Class and above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How the name Faisal became FAYsal all of a sudden!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. How kul 7ada 'mish taye2 il balad'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-471383666401051482?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/471383666401051482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=471383666401051482' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/471383666401051482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/471383666401051482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-things-that-bug-me-in-ammani.html' title='8 things that bug me in Ammani community'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SMQ5VQOiZPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5v2GP3q18Wg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-2278444142709338341</id><published>2008-09-07T21:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:10:20.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Under age flirting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SMQhTaBLxSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DHcOIOOFARk/s1600-h/DSC009971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243352483451618594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SMQhTaBLxSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DHcOIOOFARk/s400/DSC009971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been living in Jordan all my life and the other day it hit me! If you're a girl living almost anywhere in Jordan I assure you you would have experienced the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the street hearing a mu3akaseh 7afartaliyyeh like: "bijannin il abyad" or "yil3an 3omri"or "beeeeeeeep"......you look back and there he is, a male kid aged 10 years old, maximum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird? I mean there's no way on earth that this little kid understands what he's doing, he couldn't possibly understand the urge of flirting. Emotionally, mentally and physically it doesn't make sense. Most of the time, I bet, they don't understand what they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;So why do they do it? The only reason is to fit in, they imitate their older brothers or older friends. Being males, of course, they have to feed their male ego as much as possible, so they prove their existence and their manhood by doing these things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are not only wasting their time on the streets trying to be somebody but their childhood is also being stolen from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-2278444142709338341?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2278444142709338341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=2278444142709338341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2278444142709338341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2278444142709338341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-age-flirting.html' title='Under age flirting'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SMQhTaBLxSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DHcOIOOFARk/s72-c/DSC009971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6940514577103904990</id><published>2008-07-27T00:50:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:12:53.375+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3onsor il mufaja2a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SIug2d5gVBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f6OXL-UK6f4/s1600-h/Kinder_surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227448650092794898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SIug2d5gVBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f6OXL-UK6f4/s400/Kinder_surprise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While chatting with a friend of mine the other day I have learnt a new perspective of the &lt;em&gt;element of surprise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me-why would you like looking at a girl at work if she's wearing a skirt? You saw her in a bathing suit, what's the deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Him- Well, it's different. When going to the beach, pool or where- ever, the expected dress code is a bathing suit. It's great but it's expected, it's the norm. But at work it's not very usual to have employees wear a skirt, hone beeji 3onsor il mufaja2a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I began to realize how the "brilliant" mind of males works. And it's interesting. He's right, as long as there's an element of surprise, or unnormality within the trend, then it's interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Us, girls, we use our brains differently. We don't get it when guys like a weirdo girl in salsa class :) She sprayed pepper spray on a mosquito in the middle of the routine for God's sakes! She behaves differently, but that's the catch, if she behaved like a normal salsa dancing student then she's within the trend, mafi 3onsor il mufaja2a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Looking at it this way it's more comprehensible why couples of opposite characters end up together and why certain people end up as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-6940514577103904990?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6940514577103904990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6940514577103904990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6940514577103904990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6940514577103904990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/3onsor-il-mufaja2a.html' title='3onsor il mufaja2a'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SIug2d5gVBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f6OXL-UK6f4/s72-c/Kinder_surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-8724330550699514820</id><published>2008-05-22T22:08:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:52:47.694+03:00</updated><title type='text'>on being sensitive........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.furcommission.com/news/NEWS%20Graphics/SS04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="361" alt="" src="http://www.furcommission.com/news/NEWS%20Graphics/SS04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate being sensitive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sensitive means any word can cause a thousand wounds in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 wound can unleash one of the beasts inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this does not exist in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sensitive means no control of self.&lt;br /&gt;No self control means somebody else has that control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate airports, I cannot control time over there.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I never not wear my arm watch.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be in control of my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I forget my cell phone, a sense of pleasure arouses in me.&lt;br /&gt;No one can control my every move.&lt;br /&gt;I am my own queen. I move freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say anything takes 24 hours....a shock, a surprise, fan argument, facinating news, anything, it takes 24 hours to settle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those 24 hours of vulnerability I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am susceptible to all kinds of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my mood in those 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might say things that I'd regret in those 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can take these words back in those 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No control what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm a control freak.&lt;br /&gt;If I have the chance to control everything around me I would do it in a heart-beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flip out when cars drift off the street lanes.&lt;br /&gt;Lane lines that are drawn perfectly on streets are meant to make cars exist in lanes.&lt;br /&gt;I get a bit tense when roads don't have clear lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate it when I'm sensitive :)&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/19560247-8724330550699514820?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8724330550699514820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=8724330550699514820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8724330550699514820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8724330550699514820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-being-sensitive.html' title='on being sensitive........'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-312656927580987832</id><published>2008-05-07T23:25:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:20:31.673+03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 lies life had taught me.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SCIZH_NVA5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/C35BX_ZUZ9o/s1600-h/book-of-lies_subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197744544956089234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SCIZH_NVA5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/C35BX_ZUZ9o/s400/book-of-lies_subway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life has taught me so many nice things about work, friendship, love and living but alas there are a few overrated sayings that should be reconsidered and revised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These are the 5 lies life had taught me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. People change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I believe people do not change. An idiot will remain an idiot, sometimes a nice person can become an idiot but an idiot cannot be transformed to a nice person. A person will change under 2 conditions: if he really wants to, or if something makes him change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Team results are always better than individual results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WRONG. This is a lie that has been carried on in the work place for centuries. I believe that individual work is way better than work done by a team. A person has no limits into perfecting his work. The only competition is thyself. All the great people in history are solos, composers, writers, leaders, rebels, artists, etc i could go on and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to sue those stupid HR brainwashers :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. What goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not until you make sure it does! A lot of people get away with things and nothing comes around, I know, trust me! I've been observing very carefully! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Faqed il shay2 la yu3teeh&lt;/em&gt; (you can't share what you didn't experience)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's irrelevant. A person can be an orphan and be a great parent. Feelings like most things in life are not inhereted, they're inherent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And my favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Money cannot buy happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a poor bitter person he who said that. Show me the money and I'll show you how happy i can be :D I think he meant "Money cannot &lt;em&gt;ONLY&lt;/em&gt; buy happiness, it can buy all those other things too"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-312656927580987832?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/312656927580987832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=312656927580987832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/312656927580987832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/312656927580987832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-lies-life-had-taught-me.html' title='5 lies life had taught me.......'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SCIZH_NVA5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/C35BX_ZUZ9o/s72-c/book-of-lies_subway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-1877885744439896141</id><published>2008-05-04T09:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T09:19:58.202+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SB1VjIl66FI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hDgRfAPfLaY/s1600-h/image-upload-166-795885.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SB1VjIl66FI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hDgRfAPfLaY/s320/image-upload-166-795885.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Laish il sha3b il ordoni ma 3indo dwawo brake ! Ya3ni KEEF biddi a3raf inno ra7 ywa22if halla2. Shiklo i have to enroll in 'da2 il mandal' courses !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-1877885744439896141?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1877885744439896141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=1877885744439896141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1877885744439896141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1877885744439896141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/brakes.html' title='Brakes'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SB1VjIl66FI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hDgRfAPfLaY/s72-c/image-upload-166-795885.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-5945532632945182687</id><published>2008-04-16T12:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:59:55.989+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Asabi3 Zeinab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SAXK3WMGigI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B8CvDX0j7IU/s1600-h/3ouwaymet-751954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189777197812320770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SAXK3WMGigI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B8CvDX0j7IU/s400/3ouwaymet-751954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was thinking inno if the sweet was really named after a girl somewhere named Zeinab then, Zeinab must've had very ugly fingers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. for those of you who don't understand Arabic Asabi3 Zeinab means Zeinab's fingers&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/19560247-5945532632945182687?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5945532632945182687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=5945532632945182687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5945532632945182687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5945532632945182687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/asabi3-zeinab.html' title='Asabi3 Zeinab'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/SAXK3WMGigI/AAAAAAAAAE8/B8CvDX0j7IU/s72-c/3ouwaymet-751954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-4985332486534360959</id><published>2008-04-11T19:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:47:18.867+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Venus and Mars will never meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_-HQAm0B8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/BsG78hnp2Pg/s1600-h/planets.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188014004864550850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_-HQAm0B8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/BsG78hnp2Pg/s400/planets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are things in life you just accept, like the mystery that you were born to a certain family and not another, the fact that there will always be idiots and the hurtful truth that you cannot heal the world. Along with those givens there is also a fact, which I recently gave in to, is that Venus and Mars will never meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No matter how much I try to understand guys I shall never hit home run. The more I try to understand them the more I find out that they don't make sense! I talk to my male friends discussing certain topics trying to figure out how these creatures operate but I fail everytime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_-D5gm0B6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZIeN63WTCHA/s1600-h/MALE_BRAINm.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188010319782610850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_-D5gm0B6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZIeN63WTCHA/s400/MALE_BRAINm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What is it with guys?! Is there a manual so that I could understand how they operate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I fail not because I'm unable to put 2 and 2 together and my IQ is low, I fail because these creatures are incomprehensible. They can be amazing sometimes and other times they can be amazingly weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What is it with guys and their obsession with girls?? They are just insatiable! Blonds, redheads, brunettes, anything with female figures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They get frustrated if we ask them some detail about their past but need to know our every move during the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An interesting theory I have noticed is that guys categorize females in their lives: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Their moms are the best female in the world. These come on top of the pyramid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Their sisters are their reputation, the more low profile they keep them the better :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Their female friends are their buddies, homies, confidence, anything but what they desire to have as a girl friend :) If you notice, your shilleh guy friends would have a certain type of female friends but would have a completely different style for a girl friend. It's like each type has a use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When it comes to having a wife, their 7 year girlfriend could never do the job. They want a wife having the low profile of their sisters but surely more attractive, they want her less playful than their ex-es and definitely less opinionated than their shilleh friends. Similar to their mothers? No way because those are just perfect and no one could ever be like mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_-EOwm0B7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ockO6g-5a8o/s1600-h/consumerism_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188010684854831026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_-EOwm0B7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ockO6g-5a8o/s400/consumerism_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What is it with guys and their constant need to be reminded that they are great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guys, you are great (mish kulkom), get over it, move on. Women have proved that they can do all that and more!! At the same time! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Could you walk and talk at the same time"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alla yirda 3alaiha Beyonce, she makes me smile everytime I hear those lyrics in her "irreplaceable" song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guys no offence from the post, I still think you are awesome &amp;amp; cool :) You make the best singers, artists, composers, musicians, sports players, and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're just weird............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-4985332486534360959?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4985332486534360959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=4985332486534360959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4985332486534360959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4985332486534360959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/venus-and-mars-will-never-meet.html' title='Venus and Mars will never meet'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_-HQAm0B8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/BsG78hnp2Pg/s72-c/planets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-5948855310649941081</id><published>2008-04-06T16:06:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:16:27.268+03:00</updated><title type='text'>7ilwe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;                                                                &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_jKxh1ETtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aj7Nipggxpk/s1600-h/image-upload-135-774615.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 113px" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_jKxh1ETtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aj7Nipggxpk/s320/image-upload-135-774615.jpe" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;All you guys out there stop asking the stupid question you always do : 7ilwe? ! La2 bish3a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I would be talking to a guy, any guy, about a story starting like this: "the other day my friend and i were goi-" Willa binottili and interruptingly asks : 7ilwe?&lt;br /&gt;Ya3ni ma aznakhak ! Ana f aish o inta f aish! &lt;blockquote&gt;Guys it's insulting , get it through your heads.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's not funny, it's not appealing that u ask a girl if her friend is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;First of all she's not gonna say yes so that your next brilliant question would not be : "aimta biddek t3arfeeni 3aleha?" nor would it be a no coz then the guy would not be interested in the story anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;So raja2i lal jins il akhar inno please spare me your hormones ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-5948855310649941081?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5948855310649941081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=5948855310649941081' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5948855310649941081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5948855310649941081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/7ilwe.html' title='7ilwe?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R_jKxh1ETtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aj7Nipggxpk/s72-c/image-upload-135-774615.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-1894156178176581161</id><published>2008-03-12T23:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:03:53.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I love about you Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On honoring Jordan today March the 12th here are the 10 things I love about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Mansaf Mansaf Mansaf :)&lt;br /&gt;2. The unique smell of construction in Jordan air &lt;br /&gt;3. The irrisistability of females by Jordanian police&lt;br /&gt;4. The funny and irrelevant flirting phrases such as "yil3an 3omri" !&lt;br /&gt;5. The ridiculous cheesiness of being extra friendly with tourists.&lt;br /&gt;6. How Jordan has the best weather in summer.&lt;br /&gt;7. How Jordanians love to eat mana2eesh on Friday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;8. How comfortable driving is on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;9. The simplicity of some people.&lt;br /&gt;10. The fact that I consider it my home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-1894156178176581161?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1894156178176581161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=1894156178176581161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1894156178176581161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1894156178176581161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-things-i-love-about-you-jordan.html' title='10 things I love about you Jordan'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-5440288874901569512</id><published>2008-03-02T10:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:37:55.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronunciation cont</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R8pnYEsfW6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7z2xHJsKEtQ/s1600-h/image-upload-5-772619.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R8pnYEsfW6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7z2xHJsKEtQ/s320/image-upload-5-772619.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm currently in a meeting and i forgot the no. 1 bug word : 'report'! It is re port mish repport! Also re sults mish results! &lt;br /&gt;Another person just said develop ment! Ya jama3a it's one word: 'development' the emphasis is not existing ! I want to interfere i want to kill somebody :-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-5440288874901569512?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5440288874901569512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=5440288874901569512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5440288874901569512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5440288874901569512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/pronunciation-cont.html' title='Pronunciation cont'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R8pnYEsfW6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7z2xHJsKEtQ/s72-c/image-upload-5-772619.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-3830527364131253082</id><published>2008-03-01T22:46:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:19:06.059+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pro·nun·ci·a·tion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jordan, here's the deal! you gotta stop pronouncing words they way you see fit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fcasual" minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this word is INITIATIVE is it pronounced [i-&lt;strong&gt;nish&lt;/strong&gt;-ee-uh-tiv] as per the world's dictionaries and not ineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetiative ok? it's like "diminished" and "intimidating" not as "demeaning" and "revealing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just bugs me how literate, educated, well rounded people pronounce English words. I'll be in a managers' meeting willa bitnott wa7deh darseh b ibsar wain b USA bit2ool kilmeh ghareebeh, ana banjan bakoon biddi awa22if kul il meeting "stopppppppppppppppppppp..................aishhhhhhhhhhh??????????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequence is [kon-&lt;strong&gt;si&lt;/strong&gt;-kwens] o ma 3omorha kanat conseeeeeeeeeeeequence!&lt;br /&gt;ya bay shu sarli sneen biddi a2ool hada il 7aki o mish 3am teeji fursa.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Connection, IT support, commitment do not have a SHADDEH! you do not stress the 'n', 'p' or the 'm'. Con-nection?! ma32ool ya3ni? it's smoother guys, it's like having 1 n :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba3dain fe kaman mseebeh : "Version" vs. "Virgin" (bala mu2akathe ya3ni) and "Usual"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"usual" is [yoo-zhoo-uhl] in the pronunciation key mish ya3ni uJual! wala ya3ni uGual, it's usual zay ma bit2oolu "mazaji"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version as in the &lt;em&gt;American version&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;my version of the story&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;new version&lt;/em&gt; is like "usual" = verjen, bas &lt;em&gt;Virgin Megastores&lt;/em&gt; is Vir&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please use words wisely, it is really not professional to be in a board meeting saying : &lt;em&gt;we have acquired the updated IT suP-Port systems including the new Vir&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh :) I feel better now that I got it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-3830527364131253082?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3830527364131253082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=3830527364131253082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3830527364131253082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/3830527364131253082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/pronunciation.html' title='pro·nun·ci·a·tion'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-5146111901179233290</id><published>2008-02-29T22:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:09:00.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Until.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dancing makes the world such a lovely place :) I wish I started learning Salsa years ago.... at least I would've caught up with guys my age, now the oldest I can find in beginners class is saneh rab3a handaset 3amara :S You don't wanna know how awkward they felt when they found out I was a 'working girl'! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I fell in love with this song below by Sting that talks about love and dancing..... it's the soundtrack of KATE AND LEOPOLD (stupid lovey dovey movie but great song)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I urge all of you Jordanians to shake your boodie whenever you get the chance :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Until"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I caught the world in a bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And everything was still beneath the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Without your love would it shine for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I was smart as Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And understood the rings around the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What would it all matter if you loved me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;With a million dreams to fulfill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And a matter of moments until the dancing ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not a solitary thing would I fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Except when this moment comes near the dancing's end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I caught the world in an hourglass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saddled up the moon so we could ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Until the stars grew dim, Until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;One day you’ll meet a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; And all the noise is silenced in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You’ll feel that you're close to some mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In the moonlight and everything shatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You feel as if you’ve known her all your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The world’s oldest lesson in history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;With a million dreams to fulfill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And a matter of moments until the dancing ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not a solitary thing do I fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Except when this moment comes near the dancing’s end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh, if I caught the world in an hourglass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saddled up the moon and we would ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Until the stars grew dim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Until the time that time stands still, Until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&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/19560247-5146111901179233290?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5146111901179233290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=5146111901179233290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5146111901179233290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5146111901179233290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/until.html' title='Until.....'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-1511189601265352618</id><published>2008-02-22T23:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:23:25.951+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Round about ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R789TFARZZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8iMmvt8ugcE/s1600-h/image-upload-20-703993.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R789TFARZZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8iMmvt8ugcE/s320/image-upload-20-703993.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I found this tree in the middle of the street. This is a real picture, no hollywood effects , no blue screen... Let's c how long our fellow who work in il amaneh will take them to remove it ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-1511189601265352618?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1511189601265352618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=1511189601265352618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1511189601265352618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/1511189601265352618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/round-about.html' title='Round about ?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R789TFARZZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8iMmvt8ugcE/s72-c/image-upload-20-703993.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-7221323621614122661</id><published>2008-02-15T23:37:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:21:42.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm into lyrics these days, beautiful feelings that translate into words, from words through songs back into feelings. Since I was a kid lyrics got into me, I could cry, smile, fall in love from just listening to music lyrics, even the Spanish, Italian, Jewish songs I never understood moved me in so many ways. I love that about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since Valentine's Day just passed this is one song that has been running through my head all week long. You might have heard it on One TV. Enjoy.......... I'll be sharing more of those in the coming days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's to romance, love &amp;amp; memories.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Koop -Koop Islands Blues Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Ane Brun : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's getting cold on this island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sad alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm so sad on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The truth is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We were much too young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I'm looking for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or anyone like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We said goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;With the smile on our faces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now you're alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're so sad on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The truth is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We run out of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now you’re looking for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or anyone like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Na na na na… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's getting cold on this island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sad alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm so sad on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The truth is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We were much too young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I'm looking for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or anyone like you&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/19560247-7221323621614122661?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7221323621614122661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=7221323621614122661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/7221323621614122661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/7221323621614122661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-4580810577644585471</id><published>2008-02-05T22:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:44:19.315+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Infita7 ijtima3i? ! give me a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;معاكسات الفتيات : هل انحسرت في ظل الانفتاح الاجتماعي؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;article in today's newspaper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bigollak n7asarat ..........Mish adreh ad ma fi infita7 ijtima3i, ya3ni 3am ba7awel inni albis mu7tashem mish zabet! Alla yir7am hadeek il ayyam illi kunt at3akas feeha halla2 mafi 7ada bi7ki nos kilmeh! Ya3ni il infita7 bsara7a kharab baitna........ il shabab kteer shab3aneen no one says a word even if you're wearing practically nothing........ sub7an alla keef il infita7 7asar il mu3akasat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Infita7 shu! this title drove me crazy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;معاكسات الفتيات : هل انحسرت في ظل الانفتاح الاجتماعي؟&lt;br /&gt;نشر: 5/2/2008 الساعة .GMT+2 01:24 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فريهان الحسن&lt;br /&gt;عمان- تتعرض إسراء بشكل شبه يومي إلى العديد من المعاكسات وهي تقود سيارتها، تقول "يلاحقوني ويبدأون بمضايقتي للحصول على رقم هاتفي، وأحيانا تصل الوقاحة بهم إلى التسبب في حادث سير".&lt;br /&gt;ولا تعرف اسراء (28 عاما) كيف يعطي الشاب لنفسه الحق بمغازلتها بطريقة مبتذلة، مشيرة إلى أنها تعمل على تجاهل المعاكسات باستمرار، لكنها تجد نفسها مضطرة للرد حينما يتمادى الشاب.&lt;br /&gt;وتؤكد رجاء (28 عاما) أنها تتعرض وصديقاتها إلى المعاكسات بشكل مستمر، مستغربة اعتقاد الشباب الساذج أن الفتيات اللواتي يجارين "الموضة" في لبسهن يتقبلن المعاكسات ويتجاوبن معها. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-4580810577644585471?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4580810577644585471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=4580810577644585471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4580810577644585471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4580810577644585471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/infita7-ijtima3i-give-me-break.html' title='Infita7 ijtima3i? ! give me a break'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-4584766816906486184</id><published>2008-02-04T23:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:58:14.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unjustified traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4rxYNJp0_w/R6eICNMBLOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8PepZBxz_Nc/s1600-h/image-upload-176-770404.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4rxYNJp0_w/R6eICNMBLOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8PepZBxz_Nc/s320/image-upload-176-770404.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is there really a reason for this in amman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-4584766816906486184?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4584766816906486184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=4584766816906486184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4584766816906486184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4584766816906486184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/unjustified-traffic.html' title='Unjustified traffic'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4rxYNJp0_w/R6eICNMBLOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8PepZBxz_Nc/s72-c/image-upload-176-770404.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-6641839768051244311</id><published>2008-02-01T19:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:03:51.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Akhlag mafi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I always separated between actions of people and who they are, a murderer is not necessarily lousy at his job for there is no such thing as a good person or a bad person full stop. We are a mix of everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I often think a prostitute could be a great chef, a drunk could be a loyal friend and a theif could have dignity and manners....... apparently not :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;لص سرق احذية المصلين فعادوا حفاة فوق الثلج&lt;br /&gt;نشر: 1/2/2008 الساعة .(GMT+2 00:45 a.m )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عمان- اجبر لص قام بسرقة الاحذية الفاخرة لعدد من المصلين في احد مساجد العاصمة  عمان على عودتهم حفاة القدمين فوق الثلوج.&lt;br /&gt;وذكرت وكالة الانباء الاردنية الرسمية (بترا) التي اوردت النبأ ان "اللص اقدم على سرقة احذية مصلين كانوا يؤدون صلاة العصر اول من امس (الاربعاء) في احد مساجد عمان".&lt;br /&gt;واضافت الوكالة ان "اللص استغل وقت اداء المصلين لصلاة الجماعة داخل المسجد لتمتد يداه الى ما اعجبه وارتفع سعره من احذيتهم ليفر بعدها تاركا عباد الله يمشون حفاة فوق الثلج".&lt;br /&gt;وابدى المصلون اشمئزازهم من هذا "التصرف المشين الذي جاء في اصعب الاوقات".&lt;br /&gt;وقالوا انهم "انتعلوا الثلج ليعودوا الى منازلهم حفاة يستشعرون برودة الثلج الذي غاصت فيه ارجلهم بعدما عجزوا عن ايجاد ما ينتعلونه مقابل آخرين استخدموا احذية قديمة مهترئة وجدوها على باب المسجد".&lt;/p&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/19560247-6641839768051244311?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6641839768051244311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=6641839768051244311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6641839768051244311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/6641839768051244311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/akhlag-mafi.html' title='Akhlag mafi!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-4688807191576173004</id><published>2008-01-29T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:00:26.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected</title><content type='html'>I wasn't short listed for the Chevening scholarship..............it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-4688807191576173004?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4688807191576173004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=4688807191576173004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4688807191576173004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/4688807191576173004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/rejected.html' title='Rejected'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-8725648820907944846</id><published>2008-01-05T08:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:47:21.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Laish il aza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Walking in hotels always made me feel different. I love the ambience of diversity, the smiling people (for a change) and importance it gives you. I have to work in a hotel sometime :) Imagine the amount of blond guys I can bump into per day ! :) Il muhim.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I was entering the Meridien Hotel for a family dinner I took a look as usual on the activity list to see what else was going on in the hotel. To my shock I stopped walking and told my aunt, I have to take a picture of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R31mcmwBLNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aPp7CiiuUnQ/s1600-h/Meridien+activity+list.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151386190406036690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R31mcmwBLNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aPp7CiiuUnQ/s400/Meridien+activity+list.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why do people do this?! Taking the K away from the "knowledge" and sticking it before "FUC" world bank? Laish il aza? Ya3ni mazboot it's freakin funny bas inno you don't do this in hotels where foreigners are actually reading these lists o ninfade7? La2 bas tab3an ni7na il Jordanians cool o bni3raf masabbat bil English ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway to feed my ego I went to the concierge hoping to hear exactly what he had told me:) I asked him: &lt;em&gt;'Shayef fee ishi ghalat bil list? Masalan ism il bank?'&lt;/em&gt; Fa il akh read it out loud o howweh mish 3aref wain alla 7atto, he's like: &lt;em&gt;'ah haik ismo'&lt;/em&gt; !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thanked him for his efforts in being a great employee, byikhdim il balad o fee motivation lal shoghol. 7aram ma ilosh 3al lone :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I took the picture thinking how good life is :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-8725648820907944846?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8725648820907944846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=8725648820907944846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8725648820907944846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/8725648820907944846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/laish-il-aza.html' title='Laish il aza?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R31mcmwBLNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aPp7CiiuUnQ/s72-c/Meridien+activity+list.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-2420822770206448975</id><published>2008-01-01T10:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:18:18.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Deutschland, the country of decipline and order</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151606058371853570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R34uamwBLQI/AAAAAAAAACg/HH-h5ZUJEg8/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(260).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been writing in such a long time, I can blame the laziness in me and nothing else. I always think that when I write it should be well written with pictures and such but I figured I can't keep up with that, I'll just write whatever pops on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been to Munster (the city of bicycles), Germany in Aug 2007 for a media workshop with a bunch of friends from Jordan participating with Romanian and Israeli teams. To make a long story short you can look at our products on the following website :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.open-web-tv.eu/suche.php"&gt;http://www.open-web-tv.eu/suche.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.open-web-tv.eu/content.php?contentTypeID=40&amp;amp;id=351"&gt;http://www.open-web-tv.eu/content.php?contentTypeID=40&amp;amp;id=351&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fadi Awwad a great singer was also in my team check out his songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Munster is such a beautiful city, typical European, with all it's nice and awful aspects! The best part was seeing 4 of my German Dubai friends whom I really appreciate for they have traveled by trains and cars to meet up with me to share some of the old laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pictures of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R345RWwBLVI/AAAAAAAAADI/3BrkhxkQ_Rg/s1600-h/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(184).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151617994085969234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R345RWwBLVI/AAAAAAAAADI/3BrkhxkQ_Rg/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(184).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Note the amount of bicycles on the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R34zsmwBLSI/AAAAAAAAACw/b0cfQCxgxiI/s1600-h/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(196).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151611865167637794" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="227" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R34zsmwBLSI/AAAAAAAAACw/b0cfQCxgxiI/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(196).JPG" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R342JGwBLUI/AAAAAAAAADA/9GaGeZtf24o/s1600-h/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(292).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151614553817165122" style="CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R342JGwBLUI/AAAAAAAAADA/9GaGeZtf24o/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(292).JPG" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is amazing and there are so many like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R34vnmwBLRI/AAAAAAAAACo/GBjnlR-bG8c/s1600-h/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(252).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151607381221780754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R34vnmwBLRI/AAAAAAAAACo/GBjnlR-bG8c/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(252).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R341N2wBLTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/i24GJUwvlJc/s1600-h/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(294).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151613535909915954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R341N2wBLTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/i24GJUwvlJc/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(294).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7aram ti3ib!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/RyTzrlk_4pI/AAAAAAAAABc/0JXXu8fyIbA/s1600-h/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(187).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126490206001685138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/RyTzrlk_4pI/AAAAAAAAABc/0JXXu8fyIbA/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(187).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R34tBmwBLPI/AAAAAAAAACY/cQtQmgMarr0/s1600-h/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(217).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151604529363496178" style="CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R34tBmwBLPI/AAAAAAAAACY/cQtQmgMarr0/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(217).JPG" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R345R2wBLWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BdKuZb2MAn8/s1600-h/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(329).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151618002675903842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R345R2wBLWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BdKuZb2MAn8/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(329).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A classic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R31dmWwBLMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c1KWEGh5f4E/s1600-h/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(284).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151376462305111234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R31dmWwBLMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c1KWEGh5f4E/s400/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(284).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A proof that Germany is not perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the end Germany is a beautiful country that I would definitely visit again :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-2420822770206448975?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2420822770206448975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=2420822770206448975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2420822770206448975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/2420822770206448975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/visiting-deutschland-country-of.html' title='Visiting Deutschland, the country of decipline and order'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R34uamwBLQI/AAAAAAAAACg/HH-h5ZUJEg8/s72-c/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(260).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-5773385339366938627</id><published>2007-06-12T09:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:56:16.886+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic ha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Rm5KO2KN3tI/AAAAAAAAABU/dEZ33i9j3fQ/s1600-h/English+EK.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I've been meaning to post this months ago when I flew to Dubai again on Emirates airlines and noticed this irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice the drinks items in Arabic section of the menu and then flip to the same section in English you'll miss out on a lot! Someone who cannot read English will miss out on a lot i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Rm45LGKN3qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Jr76fYyUI3E/s1600-h/arabic+EK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075056692887936674" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px" height="337" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Rm45LGKN3qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Jr76fYyUI3E/s320/arabic+EK.JPG" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Rm45K2KN3pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q2ksnvO02T0/s1600-h/English+EK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075056688592969362" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="269" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Rm45K2KN3pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q2ksnvO02T0/s320/English+EK.JPG" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the hotel the same irony is noticeable, I wonder if our fellow shyoukh know how to read English. Who is Emirates trying to fool exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Rm45LGKN3rI/AAAAAAAAABE/pikFyhTuxBg/s1600-h/hotel+dubai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075056692887936690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Rm45LGKN3rI/AAAAAAAAABE/pikFyhTuxBg/s320/hotel+dubai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-5773385339366938627?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5773385339366938627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=5773385339366938627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5773385339366938627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/5773385339366938627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/ironic-ha.html' title='Ironic ha?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/Rm45LGKN3qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Jr76fYyUI3E/s72-c/arabic+EK.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-7703950610369288803</id><published>2006-12-24T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:30:05.115+02:00</updated><title type='text'>بكتيريا تحت المجهر   Bacteria Ta7t Al Mijhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/RY7yOeJUGsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4rCmg9NP3xY/s1600-h/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012209765734161090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 543px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/RY7yOeJUGsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4rCmg9NP3xY/s320/Clipboard01.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;While I was waiting for my turn at the hairdresser, I browsed some stupid girly magazines to kill sometime. As I was flipping through the magazines sarcastically reading headlines like : "&lt;em&gt;How to apply make up to become like Sharon Stone&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;Matha yukhabbi2u laki il 3am al jadeed&lt;/em&gt;"I was sickened to read the article shown next (right to left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/RY7yw-JUGtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5dIneIR0kJY/s1600-h/Clipboard02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012210358439647954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="332" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/RY7yw-JUGtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5dIneIR0kJY/s320/Clipboard02.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/RY7zzOJUGuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VxvRbhfB9fo/s1600-h/Clipboard03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012211496605981410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/RY7zzOJUGuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VxvRbhfB9fo/s320/Clipboard03.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How stupid are Arab women? We will never advance or have our dignity as long as we keep feeding on such articles. More than 80% of Arab women in the Middle East see nothing wrong in the answers given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that mothers teach their daughters to never say no and to “please” their man whichever way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is truly insulting and demeaning for women. If a husband sleeps with another woman it’s ok and if a woman cheats on her husband then she is to be divorced and maybe killed? Where’s the justice in that? Since when is betrayal and adultery justified? This is plain humiliation! As long as women believe this idiocy then our culture will keep being viewed as &lt;em&gt;retarded&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;suppressed&lt;/em&gt;. Why should we blame others for calling our women “&lt;em&gt;without choice&lt;/em&gt;” or “&lt;em&gt;controlled&lt;/em&gt;”?&lt;br /&gt;We, Arabs, love to talk about freedom of speech and that our women are people of change, negotiators and public figures. None sense! If we can’t admit that men’s sexual desires and playful lives are acceptable with all virgin girls then we have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;All issues in these magazines talk about how to keep a man, how to seduce him and how to live for his sake. And when Mr. Perfect looks at another girl in a luscious way then it’s ok maskeen mish b2eedo kul il shabab haik!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;These excuses don’t exist, if we keep hiding under the “macho man” icon then our&lt;br /&gt;marriages will keep falling apart, will keep being top media topics and saddest&lt;br /&gt;of all will keep us in denial that everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;These kinds of guys are definitely bacteria and not husbands. Bacteria as described in the encarta as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'free living&lt;/strong&gt; organisms not able to be seen &lt;strong&gt;except&lt;/strong&gt; under a microscope, found in&lt;strong&gt; rotting&lt;/strong&gt; matter, in air, in soil and in living bodies, some being the &lt;strong&gt;germs&lt;/strong&gt; of disease.&lt;br /&gt;Bacteria are &lt;strong&gt;so small&lt;/strong&gt; that they can be seen only under a microscope that magnifies them at least 500 times their actual size. Some become visible only at magnifications of 1,000 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="p68"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; they occur in diverse shapes and types. As a group they carry out a broad range of activities and have different nutritional needs. They thrive in a variety of environments'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See the relevance or not yet? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-7703950610369288803?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7703950610369288803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=7703950610369288803' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/7703950610369288803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/7703950610369288803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/bacteria-ta7t-al-mijhar.html' title='بكتيريا تحت المجهر   Bacteria Ta7t Al Mijhar'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/RY7yOeJUGsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4rCmg9NP3xY/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-115929344608477898</id><published>2006-09-26T19:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:12:40.416+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You can run but you can't hide.......from an isfeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/Aqaba%20Trip%20(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/Aqaba%20Trip%20%2811%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Getting lost in Lubban is one thing and getting lost in Wadi Rum is another thing, it’s called an isfeen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was lost in my brand new 4x4 in Lubban I was with my friends back then, I knew we were in Amman, or close, and I was sure we’d get out of there. But going to Aqaba with work colleagues and then getting stuck with them in Rum is not that appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest combination ever was on this trip to Aqaba, we had the above 50, the big baby, the singer, the lovers, the mothers, the spinsters, the open minded and not to forget, the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t really speak very openly about each member of the weird combination because my life would be threatened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Aqaba was not really my idea of having a good time. You see people at work everyday I don’t need to see them also the whole weekend. This is why I took 2 days off after we came back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I was going to have a good time and I did! Especially since &lt;a href="http://www.linasturmoil.blogspot.com"&gt;Lina&lt;/a&gt; couldn’t make it and I was stuck with &lt;a href="http://www.namnoo3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reem&lt;/a&gt;- I know you’re reading that’s why I tease you- I had really minimal fun to acquire. On the way there the group was singing and dancing :S not my kind of having fun. But when we go there that night I sang at the Karaoke night and danced the night away. I had fun with people I never knew I could have fun with. People as Reem and I discussed later that week we perceived in a negative way but in reality they’re beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to come to the isfeen part, one night we decided to go to Rum where there’s a party so yalla ya jama3a fee 3asha ! Everybody, surprisingly, joined. To make a long story short we go lost…………. yes in the desert, at night, and 3ammo il shufeir had no idea where we were. Not only il jahil 3atel but also lamma bus kbeer yigharriz that’s not a nice thing! We had to leave the sinking bus and pick ups came to pick us up. SIXTEEN people where on the pick up truck like some cheap merchandise! I really don’t know how we go to the camp site without getting stuck in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue il isfeen the party was over, there was no sign of entertainment there! We were even kicked out of the camp L Tbahdalna. Before we were kicked the electricity went out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really interesting to see the different reactions on people’s faces when there was a possibility that we might stay there for the night! It shows who’s exposed who’s not, whose used to life’s pressures and who’s the wimp. The big baby was just being himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really upset because the camp head was so rude to us, I mean imagine if we were foreigners! I know for sure I wouldn’t think of camping in Rum ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very inspired when I came back from this trip, it’s amazing how diverse people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are all the same but different, we are all different but the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-115929344608477898?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115929344608477898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=115929344608477898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/115929344608477898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/115929344608477898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-can-run-but-you-cant-hidefrom.html' title='You can run but you can&apos;t hide.......from an isfeen'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-115334623521967388</id><published>2006-07-20T00:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:02:14.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ri7leh ila makhfar Ibn 3baid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well I was always right when i said :"waja3 il ras ma beeji illa min il s7ab"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linasturmoil.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is indeed in turmoil! Fe yom ma fiyyo daw amar Lina &amp; I decided to go to Yarmouk university for work. While she was driving on the road she dozed off fa we ended up crashing into the van infront of us! :S We were at the traffic lights on the way to Irbid in Al 7oson &amp;amp; her claim was that she was eyeing a sign saying :" Baladiyyet 3ajloun tura77ib bikom!" and bam she didn't see that there was a van infront of us and &lt;em&gt;into the wind&lt;/em&gt; we flew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound effect was stronger than the action picture so the car was fine, the van was fine but of course we had to do the CROKA, i don't know how it's written bas il muhizz we were standing in the streets, in al 7oson, waiting for 3ammo il shurti! The amount of honking &amp; staring that we got, some guy with a stupid comment: "Il 7amdilla ma sar ishi bil sayyara"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brave policeman came and asked Lina:" shu sar ma3ik?" 3ala asas inno lazem yi3raf iza khabtat b dafi3 ao bidoon! "Ya3ni biddek ti3mali Croka?" he ended the conversation o ya raitna ma olnalo ah. We went to make the Croka to &lt;em&gt;Makhfar Ibn 3baid&lt;/em&gt;! Alla ysam7ik ya Lina, ana jay min Dubai 3ashan adkhol makhafer! I was reconsidering our friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting 3ashan nifta7 ma7dar, Lina &amp;amp; I thought of capturing the moment by taking pictures there! After we finished the paper work an officer called us into an inside office and accused us of violating the holiness of &lt;em&gt;Makhfar Ibn 3baid &lt;/em&gt;and wanted us to delete the pictures or he'll hold us &amp; the camera!! Hatha tili3 3baid mish galeel! I told him if he wanted to hold us yalla! Lina didn't say anything, which was smart, the dude had a gun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yihdeek? yirdeek? Abadan lazem to delete them fa Lina didn't delete them but told him that she did, ya3ni mish bas bti3rafsh tsoo2 o violates the law o kaman kazzabeh......... here i was really reconsidering the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After negotiation and the humiliation that we're the Amman girls and don't know how to do anything in life we got out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Lazem nidfa3 il Croka bil &lt;em&gt;7ay il Sharqi &lt;/em&gt;!! il 7ay il sharqi Lina? akhkh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached il '7ay' the officer there said: "la hassa ba3d il thalath sakkarna"! Could it get any worse? After negotiating again with Lina allowing her to pay I wasn't allowed in so I stayed outside and listened to the next negotiation:&lt;br /&gt;- "Kunt ind doctor il snan o lamma tli3it lagait mukhalaftain 3ala il sayyara!"&lt;br /&gt;-"Ashoof balla............... bain il mukhalaftain sa3a o robo3. Il muddeh il qanuniyyeh lal mukhalafeh il wa7deh robo3 sa3a!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? I couldn't believe it! Does that mean that the police had to give him 5 mukhalafat??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Ya3ni mfakreen inni za3lan? Sadguni mish za3lan bas khalluni adfa3hom"!&lt;br /&gt;7araaaaaaaam :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayyeb we had to go back to the makhfar coz we had to get Lina's license back but how do we get back there out of il 7ay?? The officer offered to drive infront of us. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina, all you have to do is follow the dude &amp;amp; his car, easy right? wrong!!! Lina lost the dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalas it couldn't get any more ironic! He finally found us &amp; lead us out of Irbid &amp;amp; wished us a safe trip back to Amman........ more than once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we learn from this?? Not to ride with Lina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what her version of the story would be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-115334623521967388?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115334623521967388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=115334623521967388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/115334623521967388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/115334623521967388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/ri7leh-ila-makhfar-ibn-3baid.html' title='Ri7leh ila makhfar Ibn 3baid!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-115290656798560514</id><published>2006-07-14T22:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:01:11.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>No place like home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/Amman%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/Amman%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been ages since I last blogged but living in Dubai then moving back to Jordan is not as easy as it sounds. I left Dubai 2 weeks ago not knowing if I'll ever go back there again. I didn't even finsh unpacking completely but I made sure that my room is filled with posters, pictures of friends &amp; souvenirs to remind me of Dubai as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared myself for a cultural shock when I got back but suprisingly enough I didn't ! I'm shocked coz I'm not shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back after spending 7 months in Dubai i can say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dubai is like an entertainment park, you can never get on all the rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan has a character, aish bil zabt I can't describe but it's interesting how you notice things you never noticed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indications that you are in Jordan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Il 7ofar bil shaware3 zay il mar7aba&lt;br /&gt;2. All greetings are "Hi keefek/ keefak?"&lt;br /&gt;3. If you forgot something in a public place ra7at 3alaik&lt;br /&gt;4. Everybody stares........especially at traffic lights. If they're not staring they're honking their horn&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone is talking on their mobile phones.........bti3rafu they're discussing critical issues&lt;br /&gt;6. You have to manage with 5 cafes, 5 restaurants &amp;amp; almost all of them don't have a view&lt;br /&gt;7. Most prominant conversations are: Marriage, Politics, &amp; &lt;em&gt;Hayfa Wahbi &lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;8. Food is the main reason for going out!&lt;br /&gt;9. Most conversations end with : "isma3i lazem ni3mil ishi" or "lazem ndabber tal3a"&lt;br /&gt;10. Arranging a day trip takes so much effort, you plan for 2 weeks then btitfarkash akher d2ee2a&lt;br /&gt;11. Everybody is 'mashghool fadi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Everyone asks you when you're getting married.&lt;br /&gt;13. The world cup beeji ba3id Alla wil watan wil malik. When winning we celebrate &amp;amp; cheer as if it's our country winning, if we lose allah la ywarjeekom!&lt;br /&gt;14. All the people look, dress &amp; talk the same&lt;br /&gt;15. Everybody is an expert when it comes to analyzing political issues&lt;br /&gt;16. In summer, everybody either gets married or engaged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/1484[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/1484%5B1%5D.0.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on &amp;amp; on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leaves and comes back you really appreciate the country. Especially since I got the chance to visit some cities outside Amman. The little things have a flavour now. It's great to leave the nest &amp; fly on your own &amp;amp; it's greater to come back &amp; try to benefit the others. That's why I came back, I can't leave Amman. I'm excited to share my experience and better yet happy to be back with my people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Dubai but I miss more the simplicity of Jordan &amp;amp; Jordanians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No place like home :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-115290656798560514?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115290656798560514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=115290656798560514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/115290656798560514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/115290656798560514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-place-like-home.html' title='No place like home'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-114856381893699688</id><published>2006-05-25T15:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:15:59.553+03:00</updated><title type='text'>7iwar 3an sira3 il 7adarat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/d60ce6af6744a58.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/d60ce6af6744a58.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* Before you read note: The below post does not reflect the writer's opinion nor it is addressed to any citizen carrying any implications. It is an observation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Being part of a automotive company it's normal to have a test drive for cars. We had a Jeep Commander training which means that sales people from our Jeep distributors all over the middle east come to the training. The training has theoretical &amp; actual driving of the Jeep fa ni7na il khzooz il trainees sit in the car o every 20 minutes the drivers change the car &amp;amp; go to another Jeep model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il muhizz ana olt how will I optimize this situation of just sitting there all day driving long through the desert……..? I’ll talk &amp; observe people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A7la ishi bil maodoo3 inno kanu mu3zamhom 3arab from different countries so it was very interesting talking to them o ya3ni aznakh wa7ad kul ras malha 20 min o bikish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tab3an whenever Arabs meet aish il mawdoo3 il shaghel 7ayathom? Il awda3 il siyasiyyeh wil iqtisadiyyeh……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first group was a Syrian guy Samer(lak laylaaaaaaaaaaaa) &amp;amp; a Moroccan guy……what a combination, I know, fa tab3an shu ghalaaaza, they’ve been living in Dubai for a while o they were telling me how cool it is to live here &amp; that I should stay &amp;amp; live here.&lt;br /&gt;Halla2 what is funny is that typically enough the Syrian blames Lebanon for all Syria’s disasters &amp; vice versa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samer&lt;/strong&gt; : "Lak wainna halla o wainna zaman ya3ni ma kan 7ada yi7lam yistawred sayyara 3a wa2t *&lt;em&gt;7azem il Nimir&lt;/em&gt;, lak hada &lt;em&gt;Ammar&lt;/em&gt; kan doctor la min timmo wala min kimmo aju aalulo biddak tseer ra2ees ba3ad ma akhook &lt;em&gt;Basem&lt;/em&gt; mat………….."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "tab in Morocco how is the situation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zini&lt;/strong&gt; (the dude) laughing : "kl il awthe3 b kl il bled il 3arabiyya nafs il shay bas basma3 il ordon kteer mi7lawwa o mitqadma…….."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ana ma kazzabt khabar o nzilit bil dead sea salts wil Petra, nafs il ostwaneh tab3it Ayyoub! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lebanese guy Najeeb o an Egyptian man, what else other than ..............Mohammed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tab3an 7iwar il 7adarat istamar……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Najeeb&lt;/strong&gt;: "la22a ya khayee ni7na (il 3arab) illi 3inna kilshi, shuf maadeena, shuf il 7adara shu 3andon hinneh, ma killon gays o lesbians o hal araf hayda, ma 3indon she. Ni7na illi 3inna il tereekh wil sakafeh ……."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohd&lt;/strong&gt;: "bas ya na(J)eeb buss 7awaleik lai kulli dah? Dah fi3lan istinzaf lal amwal il 3arabiyyah, lai kull il israf dah? Kullo abrag o binayat laih? O le aimta? O 7ayfeed eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Najeeb&lt;/strong&gt;: "la22a ma3leh intibih howni shwe (shwai) hole (these) il abraj ‘symbole’ ( symbol but read it in a French accent, ya3ni lezem ykoonu mawjoodeen 3ashan il 3alam ti3raf 3anna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohd&lt;/strong&gt; : "ya3ni lai ya Na(j)eeb ma nkoon dawla musanni3a? lai ma nistaghil il amwal lil sina3a o nfeed il balad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Najeeb&lt;/strong&gt;: "La2a ya khayye ni7na ma bninfa3 lal sina3a",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………wila aja il mawdoo3 ma ghairo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Najeeb&lt;/strong&gt;: "Kanat lebnan janneh bas il khair b jeeranna il suriyyeh , hunneh khalloo she min sharron, kil ma fe mashkal bikoonu hinneh warah o bitloomi kil il lebnaniyyeh lamma bhajru? Shufi kam lebnani fee barra il balad, lei baddon yirja3u o 3ashan shu? Kil ma bnimshi khatweh la iddam bnirja3 10 la wara………………&lt;br /&gt;………….. il awda3 b kil il bled il 3arabiyye nafs il she ya3ni 3andkon b Maser min bayn 70 malion mish le2yeen wa7ad ghair mbarak …………"(hona ghalitit o d7ikit) "walla shu ya3ni intu bil ordon a7san ma nafs il model ma mle2yeen 7ada o kullo bwarrit (biwarreth il 7okom)&lt;br /&gt;hona ana olt: "la2 bas ni7na officially kingdom fa it’s normal to have the sons to rein".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately here the 20 min finished, nice guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Egyptian who’s been living in Kuwait for ever &amp; another Lebanese, min il jabal, ma tili3 min lebnan b 7ayato ghair when he moved to Kuwait since 2 years o here to Dubai……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samer&lt;/strong&gt;: "ya3ni il kill bi2ool DUbay DUbay DUbay ma shayef fiyya she hal DUbay, eh mazbout ma ri7it blad kteer ( or none I wanted to say) bas ya3ni fe bil Kwait ashya a7la min hone b meet marra, mish inni maghroom bil Kuwait la fare2 ma3i la hone wala il kwait bas ya3ni manni shayef hal ‘big deal’ b DUbay……………Dakhleeek fe clubbat kharj ra2es…… ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwal ishi 3irif meen yis2al ;) tani ishi we were testing the cars in jabal 3ali, for those who know jabal 3ali, ya3ni il mushkileh he didn’t see DUbay aslan 3ashan yi2ul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Egyptian kan mlakhbet il accent, it’s not Egyptian wala Kuwaiti wala Lebanese wala ishi! Faqid hawiyto il akh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was a really interesting day for me, a lot more people shared their ideas about what should &amp;amp; shouldn’t be but it was at the end of the day very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-114856381893699688?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114856381893699688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=114856381893699688' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/114856381893699688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/114856381893699688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/7iwar-3an-sira3-il-7adarat.html' title='7iwar 3an sira3 il 7adarat'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-114854535196848111</id><published>2006-05-25T10:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:26:12.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mansaf! Mansaf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's so weird how a Jordanian misses Mansaf the minute he gets out of Jordan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Dubai for 6 months now is actually a long time without Mansaf! Its ingredients are not as sophisticated as 'Cordon bleu' but its flavour is more than satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I decided to go to the broadway &lt;em&gt;SWAN LAKE&lt;/em&gt; show in the famous &lt;strong&gt;Emirates Palace &lt;/strong&gt;in Abu Dhabi with some friends, it was a hassle finding tickets but as expected the orchestra &amp; the ballet dancers were worth every Dirham .... &amp;amp; those were many I must say.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to mention that Abu Dhabi has a completely different style than Dubai &amp; is just as beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/DSC_3858.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/DSC_3851.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/DSC_3851.1.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the show has ended, we were heading back to Dubai in the foggy weather- from humidity not from normal fog which is awful &amp;amp; needs a post by itself- we found &lt;strong&gt;Jabri&lt;/strong&gt;! I yelled :'YAY JABRI let's go eat Mansaf!' Leila my fellow Jordanian friend, roommate &amp; work colleague looked at me &amp;amp; said: 'oh my God Lara' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did she expect me to resist that yellow sign? (The chefs &amp; owner are Egyptian ma ikhtalafna bas bardo it's still Mansaf!) To make a long story short we ate Mansaf at 12.00 in the morning &amp;amp; it was great :) Of course naheeka 3an inno lazem to share nuktet il Mansaf everytime I eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird combination of events, mansaf &amp; ballet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You don't know the value of Mansaf............YOU DON'T! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enjoy the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/Mansaf-%20Jabri.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/Mansaf-%20Jabri.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/Mansaf-%20Jabri.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/Mansaf-%20Jabri%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/Mansaf-%20Jabri%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/DSC_3816.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/DSC_3856.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/DSC_3856.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-114854535196848111?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114854535196848111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=114854535196848111' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/114854535196848111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/114854535196848111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/mansaf-mansaf.html' title='Mansaf! Mansaf!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-114664192657154969</id><published>2006-05-03T10:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:03:53.526+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya3ni laish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya3ni laish 7ada biddo yishtri haik sayyara b haik alwan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/ugly%20car.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/ugly%20car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya3ni laish Dubaians have an obsession with argeeleh - knows as shisha here in Dubai- even in Jazz festivals!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/obsession%20with%20shisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/obsession%20with%20shisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya3ni laish lazem tukob haik comments on dresses in order to sell them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/Ah%20wi%20nos%20-%20GV.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/Ah%20wi%20nos%20-%20GV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya3ni laish wa7ad mu7taram ibin 3aileh o nas biddo yisammi ma7allo haik?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/GiGi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/GiGi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O finally laish guys drink o make fools out of themselves dancing on cocktail tables At JAZZ FESTIVALS ?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/jazz%20festival%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O laish ya rabbi dayman bikoonu 3arab!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-114664192657154969?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114664192657154969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=114664192657154969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/114664192657154969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/114664192657154969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/ya3ni-laish.html' title='Ya3ni laish!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-114639052056402402</id><published>2006-04-30T12:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:26:29.583+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'll miss in Dubai</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I last wrote, it's definitely not due to the lack of stories but the lack of time. Maybe i'll recap stories from the past 3 months to share..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my internship is approaching to an end these are the things I'm going to miss when I go back to Amman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How everybody is smiling all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How clean &amp; new the cars are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How various &amp;amp; abundant places there are for hanging out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How beautifully designed the malls are. Mercato Mall is small w&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/Mercato%20mall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ith Italian interior &amp; exterior designs&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.----&gt;(pics are clickable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/Mercato%20mall.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/Mercato%20mall.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I can watch movies in open air ON the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How steady &amp; hole free the roads are when driving &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I can wear absolutely anything or nothing for that matter &amp;amp; no-one would even care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The creek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I can go out at anytime during the night &amp; it still feels safe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I can lose my mobile phone 3 times &amp;amp; still find it exactly the same place I lost it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How if I don't realize that I lost my mobile the people who find it would call the &lt;em&gt;last number dialled&lt;/em&gt; looking for me&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/Emirates%20towers%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/Emirates%20towers%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The many beautiful parks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbq on the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How cheap the car fuel is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the restaurants over looking the water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Indian receptionist at our residance building 'Bilal'!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How safe it is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The towers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The concerts, shows &amp;amp; entertainment that are happening all the time, making you not knowing where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-114639052056402402?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114639052056402402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=114639052056402402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/114639052056402402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/114639052056402402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-ill-miss-in-dubai.html' title='Things I&apos;ll miss in Dubai'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113717650423515379</id><published>2006-01-17T19:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:42:40.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird things in plastic city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You don’t see these shots everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Fashion statement&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/100_0479.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/100_0479.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Did he check out himself before he left the house? He must be put in prison, it's illegal to have that taste in clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20sink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20sink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20sink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;My 'yabyad yiswid' sink&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20sink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/my%20sink.0.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20sink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20sink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tab iza biddi mai fatreh shu asawwi??! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20sink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20sink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/FORK.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/FORK.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/FORK.0.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;A 7 star hotel flaw&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/FORK.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the perfect fairy tale city is not so &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;perfect afterall. Serina remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/FORK.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/FROG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/FROG.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.&lt;em&gt;The hideous frog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How ugly is that! We put our keys there, thank God it has a purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Ugly shoes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/100_0483.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/100_0483.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don’t tell me there are uglier shoes than these. British shoes, what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Daimler Chrysler bins &amp; chairs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/hideous%20chairs%20at%20RLC.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/hideous%20chairs%20at%20RLC.1.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/hideous%20chairs%20at%20RLC.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/DC%20bin.0.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Daimler Chrysler is too stingy to have decent trash bins. I’m so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/hideous%20chairs%20at%20RLC.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20apartment-bathroom%20light.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/my%20apartment-bathroom%20light.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;My bathroom light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20apartment-bathroom%20light.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I'd have to pull to turn on. O marrat bi3lli2! 7orr howweh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/hideous%20chairs%20at%20RLC.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/my%20apartment-bathroom%20light.2.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/19560247-113717650423515379?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113717650423515379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113717650423515379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113717650423515379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113717650423515379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/weird-things-in-plastic-city.html' title='Weird things in plastic city'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113671980143709741</id><published>2006-01-14T12:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:28:02.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve with old company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/beach-dubai%20on%20sand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panic ball has come to town! Farah arrived to Dubai to spend 4 days, half of which are with yours truly &amp; the other half with her relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not all of you know farah but she's a worry girl, she worries about everything.... '&lt;em&gt;Lara, will it get cold, shall I get a jacket? How will we cross the street if we stop here? I need to know where to go do my hair'.&lt;/em&gt; Ghair 3an il na3as il qatel wil na2 il mustammer inno bard.&lt;br /&gt;Ma hee kanat shobe before she came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya binit yihdeeki, yirdeeki, abadan musirra tkoon mama o act responsible! Ya3ni ya jama3a iza ana ba7ki 3anha haik! Her brother was here as well so we had a good time teasing her with her insecurities &amp;amp; panic attacks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course we had the best time ever........when she was awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose a good timing to come because we'd spend new year's eve together where we went to my friend's friend private party (yes 3indi s7ab min warakom!). We didn't know anyone of course but that's the best atmosphere to act stupid! No one bimsik 3alaik mamsak + the rule of &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;What happens il Dubai stays in Dubai&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eating, dancing &amp; laughing all night long was just perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah's brother has the hobby of ta3lee2at bil 3arabi ma3 illi ma bifhamu 3arabi, so as usual we got into a taxi &amp;amp; he was commenting on everything the poor Indian fella does &amp; we were laughing our heads out. He'll be like : "ghasbalak shu ijrak saybe 3al benzene, yes straight ahead please! " That night we all were commenting in Arabic unfortunately, because when we were arriving to our destination the '&lt;em&gt;poor&lt;/em&gt;' fella said: "3al shmal? !" fa kulna fatta7na 3inaina &amp;amp; just shut our mouths........but Farah's brother couldn't keep quiet and said: "inta min awwal ma tli3na ma3ak o inta btifham 3arabi?" fa then we all burst our laughing. The driver didn't say anything, I bet he gets teased at everyday 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we learn from this? We learn that we only make fun of people with blond hair next time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of us. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/new%20year-%20farah%20&amp;%20i%20with%20masks%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/new%20year-%20farah%20%26%20i%20with%20masks%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/farah%20&amp;%20i-%20fur%20pose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/farah%20%26%20i-%20fur%20pose.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-113671980143709741?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113671980143709741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113671980143709741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113671980143709741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113671980143709741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-eve-with-old-company.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve with old company'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113717828629901227</id><published>2006-01-07T19:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T21:03:53.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/beach-dubai%20on%20sand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/beach-dubai%20on%20sand2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It’s the first time in my life I’m celebrating Christmas in summery sunny weather. It’s quite nice, I must say, to see Christmas trees outside &amp; wear light clothes but what would I do on Christmas eve &amp;amp; Christmas day in the &lt;em&gt;plastic city&lt;/em&gt; with all my fellow trainees gone home for their Christmas break &amp; having no one here but the sun &amp;amp; some clubs? No not clubbing abu shreek, I decided to join a fellow German trainee, &lt;em&gt;Sufyan&lt;/em&gt;, who was tafran to go back home &amp; decided to go touring the UAE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olt yalla touring touring. I don’t have anything better to do especially since &lt;em&gt;Mishmisheh’s&lt;/em&gt; mom was visiting Dubai &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Firyal&lt;/em&gt; was in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;Wain biddo yiroo7 abul shabab? Al biddo yiroo7 “desert tour”!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A Jordanian girl going on a desert tour in Dubai! &lt;/blockquote&gt;Not just any Jordanian girl…….me! illi bti2raf min khayalha wants to go ride on camels &amp; get her clothes dirty with sand (ay wadi rum o faya3to ma baroo7 3alaih). Il ghorbeh bitzill :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ma kazzabt khabar we set off going to the middle of nowhere. We spent the whole day ana o Sufyan il tafran in the beautiful dunes &amp;amp; off-road driving which was really interesting especially when the driver\ tour guide\ advisor\ bargainer looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/desert%20tour-%20driver.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/desert%20tour-%20driver.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I trust that man I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to be Lina &amp; took loads of pics of nothing but piles of sand. Sufyan il tafran was fascinated by the camels &amp;amp; the beauty of the desert. Olt khtay balash akoon pooper fa I became fascinated as well &amp; acted like a tourist saying “ohhh” “wow” “ahhh” &amp;amp; being so Japanese &amp; took pictures of the silly camels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me that isn’t dead funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/camel.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night we went to a desert party with loads of food, shisha (argeeleh) &amp; of course a belly dancer. Il 7ilu bil maodoo3 inno nothing is Arabic in this trip; the driver is Iranian, the organizers are German, the cooks are Indian (alla ykhalleelna iyyahom) wil ra22asa il ishta alla ywaffi2ha is Filipino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird Christmas eve that was! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas day &lt;em&gt;Sufyan il tafran&lt;/em&gt; &amp; I went to the beach &amp;amp; spend a lovely day in the sun while talking with all of you guys on the phone in freezing Amman. At night we went to Christmas mass. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/beach2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/beach2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Christmas of 2005 , I won’t forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/desert%20tour1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/desert%20tour1.0.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/desert%20tour-%20sitting%20on%20sand.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/desert%20tour-%20sitting%20on%20sand.2.jpg" width="556" 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/19560247-113717828629901227?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113717828629901227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113717828629901227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113717828629901227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113717828629901227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas!!??'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113559722768855992</id><published>2005-12-26T13:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:01:08.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars cars cars.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow22.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="325" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/motorshow22.0.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow19.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/motorshow19.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working in one of the best car manufacturing companies it’s only normal to see beautiful cars but to see approximately 300 top of the line classy exclusive cars now that’s amazing! Daimler Chrysler also has Jeep, Maybach &amp; Dodge in addition to its Mercedes &amp;amp; Chrysler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The motor show took place in an exhibition hall right behind our apartment for a whole week. It costs too much to have these shows (yes even for Daimler Chrysler) that it only takes place every 2 years so the preparations were worth it. To spice up the show each company has it’s own attraction of Turkish dancers (us), magicians, live band, &amp; of course (halla2 3omar bikayyef) models……. labseen min ghair hudoom! Everybody was taking pictures of them &amp;amp; sometimes the cars! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cars are beyond description, that’s why I’ll just show you the photos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/motorshow16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/motorshow13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The highlight of the show was the Honda ASIMO robot! Yes guys it’s a robot that can wave, walk, go up &amp; down the stairs, clap, cry &amp;amp; other gestures! It was fantastic I got it on video, it’s a craze in the world of electronics &amp; mechanics. They spent almost 10 years developing it. Research it, it’s a breakthrough in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/ASIMO2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/ASIMO2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A nice part of the evening was that Ragheb 3alameh was there, yeah guys I know you don’t like him but being myself I had to take a picture &amp; talk to him, IT’S RAGHEB 3ALAMEH! They were filming a show with him about cars so I think I was on that show too, or at least my hands! They filmed me taking him a picture :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow-raheb%20alamah&amp;amp;%20us.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/motorshow-raheb%20alamah%26%20us.0.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ragheb 3alameh &amp; Muhannad, another German trainee that’s originally from Tunis (find out what they call a wedding in Tunisian!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il muhiz it was a nice eventful evening afterwhich we went to the Christmas party that was held for all the residents of our apartment. Pictures don’t show clearly but there was a dance floor, food &amp; drinks for free. Tab3an ma 7addish kazzab khabar o shirbu. Weird life they’re living :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow21.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/motorshow21.1.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                         &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px" height="352" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/motorshow17.0.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow21.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow21.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow21.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/motorshow13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-113559722768855992?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113559722768855992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113559722768855992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113559722768855992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113559722768855992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/cars-cars-cars.html' title='Cars cars cars.......'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113541558869371116</id><published>2005-12-24T10:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:13:10.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya mista3jil wa22if ta2ollak!</title><content type='html'>I mentioned that traffic is horrible here right? Well they say illi bikhaf min il bo3bo3 bitla3lo o ana batsarsa3 min il sur3a as you all know-&lt;em&gt; 7ussam I’m sure you can relate &amp; know exactly what I mean. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Last Sunday Yumna, Karazeh &amp;amp; I were driving back home from work on Emirates road when we stopped behind a bus waiting stuck in traffic when all of a sudden Karazeh who was driving looked in the back view mirror &amp; said : “What the **** is going on?” Tab3an before any of us knew what she meant we were hit from behind by a truck &amp;amp; thus squashing us -the teeny tiny Renault Clio- between the bus &amp; the truck. La2 o al ana aish ba7ibbish atla3 ma3 il trainees il shabab coz they drive crazy!!! Naseeb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a looooooong story short we called our fellow “crazy driving guys” &amp;amp; they came to help us with our wrecked rented car. Being an Arab I was the mediator between us, the police &amp; the ambulance. Yumna’s back was aching &amp;amp; Karazeh’s neck was normal so we asked for the wee wee to take us to the hospital. I didn’t know that I was in pain because I was busy taking care of everybody else but I’m fine now although we all still have bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ana olt ya salam min awwal osboo3 3milt 7adis o dakhalt mustashfa o makhfar&lt;br /&gt;shurta, la inshalla by the end of my internship bakoon bil isla7iyyeh! &lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway olt yalla fursa nshoof il mustashfayat illi hone since this is a fairy-tale city -3ala olet Serina- yimkin the doctors bikoonu labseen lapcoats made of gold, il history bikoon electronic, wil kul mabsoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems the fairy tale city ended abil il mustashfa b share3 coz it was horrible! Il doctor kan &lt;strong&gt;sudani&lt;/strong&gt; :D sikabob ya3ni. Bas of course when I saw the waiting room I had to take a picture of the sign coz it was hilarious. I never expected to see it in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/ACCIDENT-HOSPITAL.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys don’t worry this was not the cool hospital bas it was specialized with bone x rays but what I was impressed with is that we didn’t have to pay anything !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mish battaleh hal plastic city. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-113541558869371116?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113541558869371116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113541558869371116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113541558869371116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113541558869371116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/ya-mista3jil-wa22if-ta2ollak.html' title='Ya mista3jil wa22if ta2ollak!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113428864879606686</id><published>2005-12-22T09:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:26:00.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The X Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/X%20GAMES.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/X%20GAMES.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about being in Dubai is that there's something to do every single day. Of course this will be the case in a city of wealth &amp; entertainment where people just &lt;em&gt;want,&lt;/em&gt; and most importantly, &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you sport lovers heard of this but Dubai for the first time held the &lt;strong&gt;ESPN X Games. &lt;/strong&gt;These are shows of athletes on motorcycles, bicycles, skateboards &amp;amp; roller blades.&lt;br /&gt;The event took place in &lt;em&gt;Creek Park&lt;/em&gt; which is a very big &amp; beautiful park where you can walk for hours without getting bored &amp;amp; what's even more appealing is that this park has so many trees, grass areas &amp; sand areas on the shore of Dubai creek for sailing, tanning or just relaxing. The view is beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started with stunts made by skateboarders that jump along the U-shaped runway amazingly showing us the coolest moves in the air. During breaks some dancers performed on the runway on the loud hip-hop R&amp;amp;B music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;What could be more amusing for me? Food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Working for a cool company like Daimler-Chrysler we got VIP entrances to the whole show so we didn't have to wait in line to enter the park, pay a for a ticket or sit with the &lt;em&gt;common&lt;/em&gt; crowd :p We had the seats under the shade with an open buffet to just enjoy the show! You know where Graph used to sit and watch Agasi during his games? we had the same importance &amp; location :) Ya 3ammi ana muhimmeh ! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/X%20GAMES-%20Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/X%20GAMES-%20Q.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/X%20GAMES-%20crowd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/X%20GAMES-%20crowd.0.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we moved to another area very close to the runway of the motocyclers (because we are VIPs in case you forgot). Tab3an ana sakhanit! Any wrong move from the athletes &amp; we'd be run over! Fortunately all went well &amp;amp; show was as amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Athletes participating came from all over the world which was interesting as they performed joint stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/X%20GAMES2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/X%20GAMES2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/X%20GAMES-%20MOTORCYCLES3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/X%20GAMES-%20MOTORCYCLES3.1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/X%20GAMES-%203ALAM%20AKHAR.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halla2 shayfeen kul hal 3aj2a? Akhoona billah 3am bikra2! 3alam akhar hal makhloo2, the music wil jumps wil dinia o al 3am bikra2! When I saw him I couldn’t help it but zoom &amp; take a picture, I figured if he doesn’t notice the fun outside his bubble he’s not going to mind me taking a picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening ended with great fireworks (better than the ones I've seen in USA on Independence day) &amp;amp; a musical concert with a live local band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to spend a Friday :) What's nice over there is that everybody is there to have fun, no 7afartal, everybody gets free snaks &amp; kulshi ma7soob 7sabo like toilets &amp;amp; security &amp; paramedics (which came useful as one of the skateboarders fell on his head). Simply everybody wants to have a good time &amp;amp; it's so easy in this city. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/X%20GAMES-%20GREENHEAD.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/X%20GAMES-%20GREENHEAD.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day (including a lot more days) I wish that you guys&lt;br /&gt;were there. We would’ve had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with 2 more nice pics : ya3ni sha3ro akhdar min kul 3a2lo! ? _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/X%20GAMES-%20DODGE.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/X%20GAMES-%20DODGE.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodge is also in one of our brands so there was a raffle to win this beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(check out the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- A few days back we had a Christmas party at the company, I won't bore you with details but I'll say that I got the 2nd biggest prize which is a lot of Mercedes branded things :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-113428864879606686?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113428864879606686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113428864879606686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113428864879606686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113428864879606686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/x-games.html' title='The X Games'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113429132532520902</id><published>2005-12-11T10:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T11:25:38.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharjah</title><content type='html'>Internal tourism is good! It's just like going to Madaba (Lina) or Fheis (Omar &amp; Marian) or Ajloun (Maha) or Jabal Amman (Dareen!) although her very frequent shat7at are to Sharm El Sheikh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a lot fa I'll just leave you with facts &amp;amp; figures of Sharqa city. It's half an hour away by car, I went with &lt;em&gt;Firyal&lt;/em&gt;, the gorgeous &lt;em&gt;Sabrine&lt;/em&gt;, the sweet &amp; attractive &lt;em&gt;Yumna &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; the Turkish-German-girlfriend-of-one-of-the trainees-who's-always-around &lt;em&gt;Nadia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The place is very similar to downtown but in a beautiful architectural holding called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue Souk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Yeah I know, it's either Blue market or soug il zarga bas aish asawwi haik ismo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharja is like Jebal il Hussain! If you stand at a certain place looking at those hideous outfit stores u'd swear it was that street in Amman. 7atta nafs no3 il horrible shop names: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dashadeesh Omran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" , "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7alawiyyat il ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Abu 3azzam lil aqmisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" ! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun, it was nice to be ogled at again ;)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures&lt;br /&gt;(they remind me of il balad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/SHARJAH-BLUE%20SOUK3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/SHARJAH-BLUE%20SOUK3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/SHARJAH-BLUE%20SOUK1.jpg"&gt;    &lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" height="333" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/SHARJAH-BLUE%20SOUK1.jpg" width="353" 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/19560247-113429132532520902?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113429132532520902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113429132532520902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113429132532520902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113429132532520902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/sharjah.html' title='Sharjah'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113403876665623763</id><published>2005-12-08T12:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:20:04.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing in Dubai</title><content type='html'>Dubai, being a metropolitan city, is a reflection of the luxurious &amp; wealthy lifestyle of all its citizens. This city is filled with all nationalities, some more dominant than others. Driving around you can easily notice the diversity of people, Indians with their scarves around their heads (sikh), Asians mostly Philippinos, Europeans mostly Germans &amp;amp; Brits &amp; of course Arabs who are easily spotted from their stares &amp;amp; beards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Being an Arab here, I feel like I'm the foreigner!&lt;/blockquote&gt;In the company where I work, I'm the only Arab in my department. In the company as a whole there are 4 more Jordanians(1 of whom will play a major role in the coming paragraphs ;)), some Egyptians &amp; Lebanese. I thought this would be the case since it's a German company but no, everywhere I go, I rarely find Arabs especially the locals. There are no Emiratis working anywhere! The foreigners get higher salaries than the locals which is kind of sad. Supermarkets are taken over by Indians - who by the way speak English with each other since they have 60 Hindu languages so they also don't communicate with their mother tongue language-Brits &amp;amp; Germans work everywhere but Americans seem to be on low profile, Arabs just seems to.... hmmmm..... hang out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Coming to the title topic of today's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago was Dec. 6th, according to Germany it's Saint Nicolaus!!! So in the morning "Santa" had placed chocolates in my shoes :) At night there was a Christmas gathering at one of the trainee's apartment above mine for celebrating St. N. with fruits to dip in hot melted chocolate :) It tasted great of course. All the trainees &amp; employees of the company were there including our beloved Jordanian friends just hanging out &amp;amp; chilling to the new Christina Aguilera Christmas Album - no comment on Christina &amp; her version of Christmas! All was well ba3dain qarraru il shabab il taybeh to go clubbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayyeb, olt balash akoon pooper especially after staring into space having my thought bubbles imagining Hussam saying "ya alla shu innek pooper"! In a 2 seats BMW we headed towards one of the sky scrapers in the nearby area to the very famous SCARLETTES bar which is at the World Trade Center (but I remember when we left it said Al Jumairah Hotel :S) no guys I wasn't drunk, I'm sure I'm still jet lagged or something. I'm sure Husam has been there, sa7 abu lsan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway going into that bar it was full, they didn't quite believe that I was above 21 but eventually we went in especially since it's ladies' night where the ladies get 2 free drink &amp; the guys have to pay! Pure attraction for il sukor wil 3arbade. Mish maodoo3na. Il muhizz I got a coke &amp;amp; donated my other drink to one of the trainees, 7aram khtay, 2 drinks is too little! Then we started dancing, the dj was great btw, &amp; *Maher who's a Jordanian employee who's been living in Dubai for about 3 years, he loves it here &amp;amp; never thinks of going back.I put my jacket on a nearby table, Maher said: "Hone mish zay 3amman ma 7ada byakhod ishi, don't worry". It's true, I sensed the safety when I first arrived in Dubai, no one seems to be worried about personal safety or their belongings, which is a nice feeling I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While dancing he was chatting with me saying: "Lara hone mish zay 3amman, bti2dari ti3mili illi biddek iyyah o ma 7ada bi7ki 3alaiki"! I thought to my self: "ya salam! yis3id alla, I'm so thankful I'm here!!!!" Was that the reason he &amp; his sister *Hana were here? Well I know this is not the way he meant it but it's so typical Arab- 'Freedom Seekers' as Omar likes to put it ;) So I just murmured while shaking my boodie to pump it up : "yeah I know". *The names have been changed mish 3ashanni bakhaf la2 wala shwai He asked me about myself &amp; was shocked that I don't drink or smoke and said: " you'll change after these 6 months".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys you know my opinion about everything, I'm not going to say he's an idiot ( although he is), I'm not going to argue about what's right or wrong, what should &amp; should not be, how shocked I am of how a person could deny what's good in his hometown the minute he leaves to another country but what I would say is that yimkin hone mish zay 3amman but males still ogle (bi basbisu for those who don't know the word ;)), traffic is horrible &amp;........ I left the club without my jacket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find Maher a funny guy, don't worry I didn't shoot him, but as I always like to put it when I don't approve of someone:&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-albo tayyeb bas ada2o sayyi2-&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-113403876665623763?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113403876665623763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113403876665623763' title='194 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113403876665623763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113403876665623763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/clubbing-in-dubai_08.html' title='Clubbing in Dubai'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>194</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113396161228905655</id><published>2005-12-07T15:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T15:30:30.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubai Newspaper</title><content type='html'>There are various newspapers every morning in our reception area. Since the ride to the company takes about half an hour I decided to check one of them out today. It helps to read something especially after 3 days of listening to German conversations it still sounds like 'vinshinghinsin'. The newspaper is called 7days.&lt;br /&gt;Read the following articles, they're very weird &amp; interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Look into my eyes’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;Wednesday, 07 December 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;Two men are claiming they were hypnotised by a man who forced them to hand over their valuables. Khader Yousuf said he was about to leave his office when an elderly man walked in.&lt;br /&gt;“Just when we were about to close for the weekend, he walked into the office and sat on the chair placed near the entrance. The very first thing I noticed was that his bearded face had a sort of radiance,” said Yousef.&lt;br /&gt;“He started telling me about my wife and that I would soon be a dad. He also said the baby would be a boy,” said Yousuf, whose pregnant wife had just left for her hometown in India.&lt;br /&gt;The man then asked Yousuf to pick up a stone from outside. “Since I had taken a big stone, he asked me to get a smaller one. Placing it just below the fingers, he asked me to close my palm,” said Yousuf.&lt;br /&gt;When Yousef opened his hand he said he was stunned to see the stone had turned into a red gem. “For sometime I could not speak to him. I just listened. That was when he asked me for some money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;I opened my wallet and found a dhs100 note. He took the money from my wallet, turned it around his face and blew into the note,” said Yousuf. He claimed the man then asked to borrow his mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;“I gave him the phone and was looking through some papers. When I looked up after two minutes, the man had disappeared,” he said. Another man, Santosh, said he was approached in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;He was asked to roll up a small piece of paper and hold it near his chest. “After two minutes, when I opened my hand the paper had transformed into a small gem stone. I was stunned when I saw it,” said Santosh, who, like Yousuf, says he was asked to make a cup of tea for the conman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;“I had almost entered into a state of trance. My surroundings had disappeared. I was ready to do anything he wanted me to,” said Santosh who gave away his wallet, gold bracelet and the mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;“I was not aware of what was happening around me for over ten minutes after he had left. When I came back to my senses, I realised that he had managed to remove my sim card and hand it back to me. I even gave him my wallet.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Eye For An Eye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 07 December 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;A criminal who blinded a young Saudi national in a fight faces&lt;br /&gt;having his own eye surgically removed as a punishment. Naushad, 34, who&lt;br /&gt;went to work in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Show Saudi Arabia related search results" onclick="fixedtooltip('index.php?option=com_flipwords&amp;amp;task=search&amp;searchword=Saudi Arabia',this,event,'');return false;" href="http://www.7days.ae/flipwords/search-38.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Saudi&lt;br /&gt;Arabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt; eight years ago is currently in prison&lt;br /&gt;awaiting the outcome of an appeal against the rare procedure.Under the&lt;br /&gt;traditional Hamurabi code, a crime victim can either forgive the criminal for&lt;br /&gt;the act, or demand retribution – in this case the removal of the offender’s eye,&lt;br /&gt;which a lower court has already decreed.The victim’s family has refused to back&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;or accept money and has asked, as is their right, for the operation to&lt;br /&gt;go ahead. If the eye-plucking goes ahead, it will be only the second&lt;br /&gt;time the punishment has been used in Saudi Arabia in almost 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Three years ago Naushad sold a battery charger worth dhs20 to a young&lt;br /&gt;Saudi man in a petrol&lt;br /&gt;station near Dammam. The man returned a few hours&lt;br /&gt;later and demanded a refund. When Naushad refused, a fight broke out.The Saudi&lt;br /&gt;man was hit in the head with the charger, blinding him in his left eye. A&lt;br /&gt;superior court in Riyadh has already asked the lower court in Damman to&lt;br /&gt;re-investigate because of the unusual nature of the punishment.Naushad’s family&lt;br /&gt;have already petitioned Kerala’s Chief Minister Oommen Chandy. The&lt;br /&gt;family also plan to appeal directly to Saudi’s King Abdullah for&lt;br /&gt;mercy."The punishment will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;implemented by doctors of a government&lt;br /&gt;hospital in Dammam," a friend of the convicted man told 7DAYS from Saudi Arabia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;In August 2000, the daily Okaz&lt;br /&gt;reported that a Saudi court had ordered the surgical removal of the left eye of&lt;br /&gt;Abd al-Muti Abdel Rahman Muhamed, an Egyptian, after he was convicted of&lt;br /&gt;throwing acid in the face of another Egyptian, injuring and disfiguring his left eye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/19560247-113396161228905655?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113396161228905655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113396161228905655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113396161228905655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113396161228905655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/dubai-newspaper_07.html' title='Dubai Newspaper'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113395866271961906</id><published>2005-12-07T14:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:31:02.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it that everytime I'm out of town my film shows?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/newspaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/newspaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alghad.jo/?news=60847"&gt;http://www.alghad.jo/?news=60847&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الهيئة الملكية الأردنية للأفلام تنظم عروضا لأفلام أردنية قصيرة في الطفيلة ومعان&lt;br /&gt;7/12/2005&lt;br /&gt;وفيلم "مفترق طرق"، وهو فيلم درامي قصير من إخراج أمين مطالقة، يروي قصة فتاة جامعية تحاول أن تغير حياة طفل فقير يبيع العلكة والمحارم الورقية في الشارع. وقد كتبت النص لينا عجيلات طالبة في الجامعة الأردني.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tab3an mahu ana bint il ghassaleh! Well at least this time they had my picture! ;) Willa la2 Lina!!&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/19560247-113395866271961906?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113395866271961906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113395866271961906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113395866271961906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113395866271961906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-is-it-that-everytime-im-out-of.html' title='Why is it that everytime I&apos;m out of town my film shows?!!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113386969305759812</id><published>2005-12-06T13:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:48:13.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/1600/lara%20&amp;%20serina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/728/1890/320/lara%20%26%20serina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serina insisted that we take a picture under the YAL, al 3ashan nbayyen muhimmeen. Shu ba2dar a2ool, pooooooooper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-113386969305759812?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113386969305759812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113386969305759812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113386969305759812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113386969305759812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/proof.html' title='A proof'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113377690151209066</id><published>2005-12-05T11:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:15:35.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people never change..... like Serina!</title><content type='html'>Waking up early yesterday morning to go to work was awful :S Having a 2 hour time difference that meant I'm waking up at 5.30 am! For those who know me well know that I never ever wake up that early even if I didn't finish studying for a final exam. I'm sure Lina can't relate to this at all :)&lt;br /&gt;Il muhizz I was excited for my first day at thee Daimler-Chrysler Middle East company( illi shwai fishink.........u can't imagine keef il trash bins 3indhom. It's a black thing with a trash bag wrapped from the sides with a kushsheh! You'll see pics don't worry)Maybe I'm at the wrong company or something, the cars are nice but what's with the trash?:S&lt;br /&gt;The warehouse is very nice, I must say. I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my fortune, yesterday was the last day to catch the &lt;strong&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Young Arab Leaders'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; conference &amp; thus Serina illa3eena would be there &amp;amp; I'd surprise her:) Tab3an upon confrontation she had a shock on her face to see me o nattat zay il habla 3alai o drama o ta3beet o bose t2ool sarilna 10 sneen mish shayfeen ba3ad. "Like oh ma god! I can't believe you're here, like seriousely" Lola il 3aib willa kan bkeena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala toolit seereh &lt;strong&gt;we decided&lt;/strong&gt; (ma i7na osood fish warana 7ada) to have lunch together at the Jumaira Hotel where the conference were held. It was great to see her &amp; exchange impressions about the city, she, of course was amazed by the beauty of the plastic city &amp;amp; I was, u know,being myself! Bas don't worry before she left I made sure she saw all the imperfections in the Perfect &lt;em&gt;Fairy Tale City-&lt;/em&gt; as she likes to call it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so 'Japanese' (taking a lot of pictures) &amp; had dessert &amp;amp; all was well when suddenly she said: "Lara, I'm going to the mall" ! How could she leave me there? I'm La&lt;em&gt;RR&lt;/em&gt;oura!&lt;br /&gt;The plan was I'd call her (which is a hassle by the way since the telecommunications industry here is awful- another post) &amp; meet her at the mall later after my work.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to see Queen Rania or Princess Haya but yalla I saw Serina!&lt;br /&gt;I did see Prince Mohammad Bin Rashed Al Nahyan, in fact I walked right through a table meeting at the terrace with my "lalla la la la" attitude" not noticing the importance bas 3adi wala ka2inno sar ishi I kept on walking!! &lt;blockquote&gt;MAHU GUYS LETS FACE IT, THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME WITH THEIR &lt;em&gt;SMAKH IL&lt;br /&gt;MARASEEM&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; EXTRA WHITE &lt;em&gt;PERSIL&lt;/em&gt; DRESSES!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Serina being part of the &lt;em&gt;poopery gang&lt;/em&gt; (is she in 7ussam?) she told me not to go to the mall but that she'd pass by &amp; pick me up to go out. I don't want to mention the times but Serina,AS USUAL, O I7NA MITGHARBEEN IN DUBAI, was late in picking me up for about 3.5 hours!!!!! It was a battle to stay awake &amp;amp; wait for her, not to mention that the plans have changed for 5 thousand times before we actually went out! Guys u see, people don't change when they change their environment, they stay poopers no matter where they are!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short (and suspicious) Serina &amp; I went out in a 2005 Chevrolet for a 2 hour drive through Dubai to all the attraction spots there are to see. What a wild night it was! I can't mention details about the times but let's just say that my roommates think I am a party animal.....oh boy how shocked they will be!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Serina what happenend in Dubai will stay in Dubai ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to understand to which extent Serina went crazy please ask her about the pictures she took of the Grand Hyatt bathroom! I must admit it's beautiful :'( it's more beautiful than my whole apartment! But then again I don't pay $400 a night ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-113377690151209066?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113377690151209066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113377690151209066' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113377690151209066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113377690151209066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-people-never-change-like-serina.html' title='Some people never change..... like Serina!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19560247.post-113368008765613332</id><published>2005-12-04T08:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T09:12:20.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubai (India)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coming to Dubai was everybody's dream but mine! It's not that I'm too snobbish to like this city but I believe that kulshi b wa2to 7ilu, this is just not the time for me. Starting from Amman airport I start my six month journey for my internship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For all those of you who know me, I hate dabshat especially those from males! The man at the airport, while looking at me in that so typical &lt;em&gt;bee-majal-la-3olaga&lt;/em&gt; smile said: " ray7a 3al emarat willa dubai?" Bearing in mind the story of 1 day earlier I went to &lt;em&gt;Centro&lt;/em&gt; with my work colleagues for a farewell brunch where the not-so-charming waiter said (when I asked him about what they had of juices) :" fee orAnge, fee abble fee ba3id" I usually just answer a shrugged answer showing them that they're not so funny, but this time I just let it go and answered what every male would want a girl to answer:" he hi2, 3al tnain!:)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still new to this blogging thing so I'll just assume that it's fine to mention brand names. Going to thee &lt;em&gt;Emirates Airlines&lt;/em&gt; after hearing so much about it that it's thee ultimate airline to travel with having your own OH MY GOD 50 CHANNELS OF MUSIC, MOVIES &amp; GAMES.... was not so impressive. Let's start with the earphones, were not clear at all if available aslan, so I only heard half of &lt;em&gt;Joey&lt;/em&gt;'s show &amp;amp; yes played hang man for 1 hour! I must say it gets very difficult when you have only one vowel in a 3 letter word ;) When I asked the stewardess (who has the worst job on earth I believe) for help 3 times, nobody ever came to help although my cabin light was on.... the whole time of the trip! + their uniforms are horrible! :S The food was not so good &amp; can we please discuss the fabric of the seats. WHAT KIND OF A PERSON WOULD CHOOSE THIS DESIGN :S eww!&lt;br /&gt;When the captain was speaking on the speakers he was so relaxed, high I believe, as if he's talking on the phone with his friends "hello!(high pitched) ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, this journey is taking you to DU_BAI!Amaaaaaaazing weather we're having....... Mkayyeeeeeeeeef ma3 inno he was 15 min. late!I think he'd make a great dj I think! Oh well, I like &lt;em&gt;RJ&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayyeb wsilna o olna ya hadi, the airport is nice &amp; huge, just like Europe bas of course I wanted to arrive asap 3ashan ma n2akhkher il jama3a illi bistannuni mish aktar willa omam rabna in the line! But of course the majority are Indians, ya3ni taraku India o kul blad il 3alam o aju 3a Dubai. O hakatha onwards you spot them everywhere in Dubai. It was nice seeing all those people from all around the world at the airport, all speaking a different language &amp;amp; different accents. Diversity is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the 7th floor apartment where I'm staying it was nice &amp; quiet, livable. The apartment is nothing fancy but I hope I can post pictures of funny things there. Masalan my bathroom mafi switch for the light, fee a string that you pull, yes like in the movies where the victim goes to the basement to look for the poor dog &amp;amp; pulls the light switching on the bulb. The kitchen is okay, I have some space for my things, there's a living room with TV &amp; a dining room, a balcony that over looks an exhibition, on the right are the &lt;em&gt;emirates towers, &lt;/em&gt;on the left is the &lt;em&gt;World Trade Center.&lt;/em&gt; Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;My roommates :) They're nice bas a7la ishi feehom inhom smoke free :) Not boyfriend, free but smoke free, that's even better. One of them is Iranian (Mishmisheh), she looks so much like Arabs. The other is German(Firyal)...... &amp;amp; looks like Germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* The names have been changed tab3an, mish 3ashanni bakhaf la2 bas 3ashan 3aib ya3ni ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishmisheh mnee7a bas awiyyeh mbayneh, Firyal lazeezeh o normal. Till now I didn't spot any suspicious movements or habits bas tab3an being me there's always something fishy (dareen ;))&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm at the office, nice place bas mish a7la min&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LINK.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing is apparent till now but they seem like nice people. Kulhom min hadeek il jinsiyyeh bardo bas there's a guy from Agentina :) I can practice my Spanish ! 7aram ra7 yigizz! Hola mi amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can post pictures often coz there are a lot of weird things here in the plastic city where everything is perfect. I'll go sightseeing soon, I want to explore things since jay o jay ya3ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; yes I have seen garbage in the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19560247-113368008765613332?l=saxogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113368008765613332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19560247&amp;postID=113368008765613332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113368008765613332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19560247/posts/default/113368008765613332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saxogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/dubai-india.html' title='Dubai (India)'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265976396477075640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hXJdGWMGKTU/R6jR2AE5U3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lCuknkwTYVg/S220/Munster+Germany+30July+-12+Aug+2007+(197).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
