<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805</id><updated>2009-10-10T18:45:20.420+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Meets World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-608845564786041159</id><published>2008-02-29T16:46:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:52:21.368+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch My Body (Vid)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/skV28D0jsjs" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adorable! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-608845564786041159?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/608845564786041159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=608845564786041159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/608845564786041159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/608845564786041159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2008/02/touch-my-body-vid.html' title='Touch My Body (Vid)'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-8466416373616688572</id><published>2007-09-12T21:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:42:02.487+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Running Away"</title><content type='html'>I was trying to find something good to watch on TV. Sometimes showtime can be a bit boring. As I was skipping through the channels I came across a TV show called “Ghost Whisperer” I don’t really watch this show, but DAMN it gave me goose bumps! I didn’t watch the entire episode. I actually only caught the last 10 minutes, where they played an amazing song called “Running Away” by a new band known as Midnight Hour. This song didn’t even come out yet, but OMG! IT’S DEFINITELY GOING TO BE A HIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a clip from the show I found in YouTube. This is not the lead singer performing by the way. I'm assuming this guy is lip sinking. The band is in the background. It will give you goose bumps I promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DU4_IVIsFoo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DU4_IVIsFoo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Hour (live recording performance) of “Running Away”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVDkiq6c49s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVDkiq6c49s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-8466416373616688572?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/8466416373616688572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=8466416373616688572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/8466416373616688572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/8466416373616688572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2007/09/running-away.html' title='&quot;Running Away&quot;'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-5269896775445909724</id><published>2007-07-23T11:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:34:41.252+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RqRl9Ka3IdI/AAAAAAAAACk/gEq6vSUGA5s/s1600-h/Zumanity1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RqRl9Ka3IdI/AAAAAAAAACk/gEq6vSUGA5s/s400/Zumanity1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090305580278948306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just got back from Vegas it was awesome!!!! I only spent 2 days but done a lot :D been to 3 shows that I really loved and enjoyed so very much. For those of you who are thinking of going to Las Vegas, then I must advice you to go with the right kindda people. I also recommend “O” and “Zumanity” by Cirque du Soleil. O is like a fantasy or more like a “beautiful dream”.  Zumanity on the other hand, felt like a journey to explore your sexual being. It’s sensual, enticing, and bloody spectacular! (do NOT  take ur mom!) Loved the dramatic red curtain in O! But nothing compares to Zumanity’s opening scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe those hotels?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RqRkGaa3IYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bCzFt9rWL5E/s1600-h/SP_A0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RqRkGaa3IYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bCzFt9rWL5E/s400/SP_A0069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090303540169482626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Night in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RqRj8qa3IXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/y-dO_RubDAY/s1600-h/SP_A0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RqRj8qa3IXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/y-dO_RubDAY/s400/SP_A0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090303372665758066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RqRj1Ka3IWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ppEjonVmh3k/s1600-h/SP_A0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RqRj1Ka3IWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ppEjonVmh3k/s400/SP_A0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090303243816739170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other in NY NY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-5269896775445909724?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5269896775445909724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=5269896775445909724' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/5269896775445909724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/5269896775445909724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2007/07/sin-city.html' title='Sin City'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RqRl9Ka3IdI/AAAAAAAAACk/gEq6vSUGA5s/s72-c/Zumanity1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-5297646158789079796</id><published>2007-07-13T09:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:34:42.004+03:00</updated><title type='text'>California Here I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RpczNnKrIFI/AAAAAAAAABk/ag6djC-eL_g/s1600-h/CIMG1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RpczNnKrIFI/AAAAAAAAABk/ag6djC-eL_g/s320/CIMG1499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086590613083332690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days ago I was sitting in my room looking out the window hoping for a change. I was so down… lost some weight, and didn’t feel like going out at all. Weather wasn’t helping. Dust, wind, and PMS! All together was a complete mess. Kuwait I am sorry, but you depress me! I had to run away from u. You drove me crazy. You gave me no choice, but pack my bags and leave. Now I’m in Sunny California sitting in my room with this amazing view thinking WOW! I live here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliving chilhood memories at Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/Rpcx9nKrIEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Jfa3tDKefek/s1600-h/Disney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/Rpcx9nKrIEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Jfa3tDKefek/s400/Disney.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086589238693797954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent all day yesterday at Disney Land :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RpcxGnKrIDI/AAAAAAAAABU/1ZXyOGKJQMQ/s1600-h/Loon+Town.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RpcxGnKrIDI/AAAAAAAAABU/1ZXyOGKJQMQ/s400/Loon+Town.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086588293800992818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney LoonTown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RpcwVHKrICI/AAAAAAAAABM/lLbTqTg1YcU/s1600-h/Me+lookin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RpcwVHKrICI/AAAAAAAAABM/lLbTqTg1YcU/s400/Me+lookin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086587443397468194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me looking at this stunning view at Laguna Beach (this morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RpcvxHKrIBI/AAAAAAAAABE/YUALcpUrKkE/s1600-h/Laguna+View.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RpcvxHKrIBI/AAAAAAAAABE/YUALcpUrKkE/s400/Laguna+View.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086586824922177554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      breath taking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-5297646158789079796?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/5297646158789079796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=5297646158789079796' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/5297646158789079796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/5297646158789079796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2007/07/california-here-i-am.html' title='California Here I am'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RpczNnKrIFI/AAAAAAAAABk/ag6djC-eL_g/s72-c/CIMG1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-241895894784224568</id><published>2007-06-23T03:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:34:42.112+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacrymosa (Now I am free) Amy Lee Vs. Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RnxmVjZfBJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xv1gcZpHX40/s1600-h/Lacrymosa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079047000232494226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RnxmVjZfBJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xv1gcZpHX40/s400/Lacrymosa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out on your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be what you really wanted, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your guilt free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can hold you back now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grieving the things I can't repair and willing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you blame it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And set your guilt free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hold you back now love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time, I wont lie to keep you near me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this short life, There's no time to waste on giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can blame it on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just set your guilt free, honey I don't want to hold you back now love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now I am free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Feeling so weak, grieving not for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This pain that I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Has never been real, I finally saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"You can blame it on me and set your guilt free"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I wont live a lie for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And you can not fool me, anymore…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You were never good enough for my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So tell me, "baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How does it feel to be lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-241895894784224568?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/241895894784224568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=241895894784224568' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/241895894784224568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/241895894784224568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2007/06/lacrymosa-now-i-am-free-amy-lee-vs-me.html' title='Lacrymosa (Now I am free) Amy Lee Vs. Me'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4yCp0sbs2s/RnxmVjZfBJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xv1gcZpHX40/s72-c/Lacrymosa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-117053594311053587</id><published>2007-02-03T23:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:52:23.216+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple things give me pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/148263/bakery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/400/482332/bakery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; God I love antiques. I love pottery and I love love looove any Victorian theme or design. You can just leave me in those lil tiny shops, u know those gourmet food places or bakeries ahhhhhh heaven! God I love Europe. Their culture, nature, and cuisine it’s just wonderful. I can’t help falling in love with it. This is not me mocking my country…this is not me complaining… it’s just me wondering why don’t we have places like that in here? Why don’t we have museums?  or those lil cheese shops or book stores? But the thing is…even if we do is it going to be the same?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/400/441516/cheese%20store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I want! :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/400/825062/cheese.jpg" border="0" /&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/35308805-117053594311053587?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/117053594311053587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=117053594311053587' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/117053594311053587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/117053594311053587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2007/02/simple-things-give-me-pleasure.html' title='Simple things give me pleasure'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116983435261693658</id><published>2007-01-26T20:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:53:19.266+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I realized...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/221883/Grey"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/400/680994/Grey%27s%20Anatomy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/435265/Grey"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does it stink in Kuwait? It smells like sewage people! :S&lt;br /&gt;Anyway… here’s a list of things I found out this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I realized some people I know are so stiff and dry, it is so unattractive&lt;br /&gt;2- No matter how hard your day was the next will be worse&lt;br /&gt;3- Boring people are more interesting when they are quiet&lt;br /&gt;4- Music is addictive n all this time I thought food is!&lt;br /&gt;5- A lot of men smell like piss! Sorry but it’s true :S&lt;br /&gt;6- I dislike snobs and self-centered people ( I can not stand them)&lt;br /&gt;7- I found out that I only hate my job coz it always make me feel that I am going to lose it&lt;br /&gt;8- I love Grey’s Anatomy more than Desperate Housewives (wow I can’t believe I said it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much of a discovery :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to watch Grey’s Anatomy. It’s an awesome show!&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t Dr. McDreamy so dreamy? I love his hair&lt;br /&gt;but my favorite would be George. He's soooo adorable (7maaaaaar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116983435261693658?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116983435261693658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116983435261693658' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116983435261693658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116983435261693658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-realized.html' title='I realized...'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116910604394796620</id><published>2007-01-18T10:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:40:43.976+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/343705/teabag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/320/956678/teabag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By sucking a TEABAG! :S&lt;br /&gt;How hot is this? lol &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/35308805-116910604394796620?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116910604394796620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116910604394796620' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116910604394796620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116910604394796620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2007/01/seriously_18.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116871377470319732</id><published>2007-01-13T21:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:24:26.080+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I ruined my own birthday cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My family n I went to our cousin’s farm yesterday… It was fun, different, n relaxing. After our lunch, they brought in a gorgeous mango cake. I was so tempted to eat it…was staring at it trying to find the perfect moment to steal a bite! N I did, when no one was watching of course, but I got caught! My brother was like: “I can’t believe u did this!!! It’s our aunt’s birthday n we wanted to surprise her!” I felt so bad and embarrassed coz I acted like a kid. I couldn’t resist that cake :( Minutes later I hear them singing, so I started singing with them… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to GMW happy birthday to you! Well they didn’t actually call me GMW :P anyway… I was so happy n truly surprised. I wasn’t expecting it, coz my birthday was a week ago. They really made my day :) + I received pretty Hot gifts. They just know me too well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe my birthday lasted a week :D n I also can’t believe I ruined my own birthday cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/222885/Bubble%20Bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/320/27083/Bubble%20Bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It's not what u think! Just Bubble Bath &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/363488/Milk%20and%20SugarBath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/320/383921/Milk%20and%20SugarBath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Milk Formula and Sugar Bath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/526071/It"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/320/17213/It%27s%20even%20better%20than%20chocolate%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It's even Better than chocolate!&lt;/strong&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/35308805-116871377470319732?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116871377470319732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116871377470319732' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116871377470319732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116871377470319732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-ruined-my-own-birthday-cake.html' title='I ruined my own birthday cake!'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116810387920547349</id><published>2007-01-06T19:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:25:09.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that freak me out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/961369/toe%20socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/320/20268/toe%20socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Toe Socks :S (those things r just creepy)&lt;br /&gt;- The witch from Snow White (Why horrify kids? She still haunts my dreams)&lt;br /&gt;- Airplanes (have fear of flight ) :(&lt;br /&gt;- Little Hercules. (That kid was 6 when he developed that body!)&lt;br /&gt;- M6abag Samach (Try to cut it into pieces don’t just let it lay there) :S&lt;br /&gt;- The sound of Knocking on a door (Please stop!) :~~(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What scares you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116810387920547349?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116810387920547349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116810387920547349' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116810387920547349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116810387920547349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-that-freak-me-out.html' title='Things that freak me out!'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116746477055445264</id><published>2006-12-30T10:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T10:50:20.290+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up the pillow was gone."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/314414/nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/320/954762/nightmare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/806757/nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Saturday morning… a very beautiful day, yet I’m too lazy to do anything. Woke up real early coz of a stupid dream I had…heard Eid’s prayer so I decided to wash up and pray. Went back to bed slept for a half hour. When I woke up me thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares/dreams…Why do we have them?&lt;br /&gt;Some say it’s just a manifestation of whatever it is ur thinking of!&lt;br /&gt;Some believe it’s a sign from GOD&lt;br /&gt;Some think you just ate too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and Saddam Hussein was executed today before sunrise!&lt;br /&gt;Very symbolic! Is he like a sacrifice now? Why today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116746477055445264?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116746477055445264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116746477055445264' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116746477055445264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116746477055445264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-night-i-dreamed-i-ate-ten-pound.html' title='&quot;Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up the pillow was gone.&quot;'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116731525175850190</id><published>2006-12-28T17:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T18:00:03.443+03:00</updated><title type='text'>GMW Seeking a Good Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/55385/kfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/400/525045/kfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY DON’T GET WHY IN THIS COUNTRY THEY ADD TOMATOES TO CHICKEN FILET SANDWICHES?! Is it part of our culture? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just nasty! I want it crispy PPL not soggy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Could anyone please tell me where to find a good filet sandwich with no tomatoes????&lt;br /&gt;and NO I can’t simply ask them (no tomatoes please) coz somehow they add more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116731525175850190?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116731525175850190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116731525175850190' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116731525175850190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116731525175850190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/12/gmw-seeking-good-sandwich.html' title='GMW Seeking a Good Sandwich'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116560347352691602</id><published>2006-12-08T21:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:47:53.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/704061/alien%20language.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/320/399250/alien%20language.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago a member of the staff was making fun of me, because I use some English words when I speak “the Kuwaiti language”. He believes it’s showing off!!! And any Arabic speaking person shouldn’t speak English because it’s wrong! :S&lt;br /&gt;Me being the smartass that I am tell him: So is OFFLINE an Arabic word? or SYSTEM? Coz you sure use it a lot with customers assuming they’d understand what OFFLINE means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same guy (staff) comes up to me and says:&lt;br /&gt;HACH FEKEENI MINHA!!! (Throws the customer’s civil id at me) very disrespectfully&lt;br /&gt;Me: What happened? Why are you so mad?&lt;br /&gt;Guy at work: ما احب اللي يتفلسفون على راسي&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Guy at work: هاذي كويتية بس تكلمني بالانجليزي! يعني شوفوني انا كشخة&lt;br /&gt;Me to Myself: What the hell!&lt;br /&gt;Guy at work: شوفي بطاقتها كويتية!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me out loud: So?&lt;br /&gt;Me again: This customer is an American with a Kuwaiti nationality!!! Of course she is going to speak her language!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guy at work: شكو؟ لازم اتكلمنى عربي ليش التفلسف هذا؟&lt;br /&gt;Me to Myself: what the f#$%?&lt;br /&gt;Me: AGAIN THIS CUSTOMER IS AN AMERICAN&lt;br /&gt;Guy at work: متأكد انها تعرف عربي بس اهيا تبي تفلسف&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHATEVER JUST SEND HER IN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking: Why is it such a crime to speak a different language to some people? And why does it even bother them? Is it because they feel lost not knowing what the other person is saying? So basically the only reason why they make fun of them is just to make up for what they lack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have let him struggle with that customer :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116560347352691602?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116560347352691602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116560347352691602' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116560347352691602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116560347352691602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/12/alien-language.html' title='Alien Language'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116463436795154203</id><published>2006-11-27T16:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:45:23.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Wanted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/226234/regret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/320/643530/regret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the fur that covers up your body&lt;br /&gt;The blood that jogs in your veins&lt;br /&gt;The comfort that conquers your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the bed you rest your skull in&lt;br /&gt;The fat you juggle your pants in&lt;br /&gt;The life you sucked your world in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the caffeine that meets your darkness&lt;br /&gt;The pill that drowns your nightmares&lt;br /&gt;The glow that guides your heartless soul towards brightness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your greatest excitement…&lt;br /&gt;Your finest diamond&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure that seizes your climax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the glory, the love, the sadness…&lt;br /&gt;The hero that brings you back from madness&lt;br /&gt;I am….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116463436795154203?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116463436795154203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116463436795154203' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116463436795154203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116463436795154203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/11/guess-whos-wanted.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Wanted?'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116444026714276453</id><published>2006-11-25T10:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:06:44.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Could this be a new beginning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68751148@N00/305602456/"&gt;&lt;img height="420" alt="run away" src="http://static.flickr.com/108/305602456_c709971fff_o.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7290/3925/1600/767248/run%20away.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to lose weight how hard can it be? I just need to lose 3 kilos!!!! I have realized I want so many things out of this life, and I haven’t accomplished any!!!! Is it me? Am I keeping myself from doing all the things that I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to 47 kilos&lt;br /&gt;I want to have my own business&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in California&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;I want to try red wine&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to run for a long time&lt;br /&gt;I want to look a bit older!&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop caring too much&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a professional pianist and a violin player&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a tennis partner&lt;br /&gt;I want to rule this country&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love again and be loved in return&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to eat 5 scoops of ice-cream and not gain weight&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a swimming-pool&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a pet (cat or dog) doesn’t matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a “guy” friend someone I can talk to and not have feelings for :P&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the next Oprah ;)&lt;br /&gt;I want to cook something else other than pasta :S&lt;br /&gt;I want to be braver&lt;br /&gt;I want to speak 5 languages&lt;br /&gt;I want to want to eat fish or sushi (raw kind) and see what the fuss is about&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a baby&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop expecting too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is my new years resolution I guess :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116444026714276453?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116444026714276453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116444026714276453' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116444026714276453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116444026714276453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/11/could-this-be-new-beginning.html' title='Could this be a new beginning?'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116431494774407212</id><published>2006-11-23T23:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:49:07.760+03:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Flame</title><content type='html'>I went baby-gift-shopping for my friend who just gave birth to a baby boy. After getting the baby cute adorable outfits I got hungry. So my friend and I decided to try out Waterlemon. We both waited for someone to seat us, but unfortunately no one did. Then we asked this rude waiter to seat us, but he totally ignored us! We sat anyway on the table, waiting for someone else to come. Then the same ass came, and literally threw the menus on the table instead of handing the menus to us! I was like: OKAY THIS IS TOO MUCH LETS JUST LEAVE! And we did. Coquette suggested this other place that has Yo Sushi (also at Marina). When we got there, I asked the waitress to give us a table with “the view”…the one from the back. As we walked there I saw my Ex having lunch with his friend! I got so nerves I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to leave the place as soon as possible! Coquette of course had no idea why I was acting all weird for wanting to leave. The waitress wanted to seat us right next to him!!! I freaked out then I left right away. Don’t worry I did not make a scene or anything. I just didn’t know what to do at that time :( we still had lunch there. This place has real good Alfredo :P the weird this is that we broke up ages ago but don’t know why he still haunts me?! I don’t even have feelings for him anymore. It sucks coz we’ve been together for 2 years and I just couldn’t say HI to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116431494774407212?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116431494774407212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116431494774407212' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116431494774407212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116431494774407212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/11/old-flame.html' title='An Old Flame'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116399518937365748</id><published>2006-11-20T06:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T07:15:43.960+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lil Hamster is Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68751148@N00/301576663/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="tink bcard" src="http://static.flickr.com/110/301576663_fd8380419b_m.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve known her since I was in college&lt;br /&gt;We became real close when we both took the same class&lt;br /&gt;It was ARABIC and we both sucked at it!!! Have no idea how we both got Cs, and No for the last time I did not have an affair with our ugly fat professor! :S Lol&lt;br /&gt;I think of something and she says it or the other way around! We basically share a brain. She’s a fashion junkie and junk food lover.&lt;br /&gt;A perfectionist with a big heart and pretty shoes ;)&lt;br /&gt;She listens to hardcore rap and hip hop music and claims to be classy (I tease) :P&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd prettiest girl in Kuwait :P…&lt;br /&gt;She turns 24 today&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna wish her on her special day a very blissful birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Coquette.&lt;br /&gt;Love u girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I still have to get u a card? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116399518937365748?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116399518937365748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116399518937365748' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116399518937365748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116399518937365748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-lil-hamster-is-growing-up.html' title='Our lil Hamster is Growing Up'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116371095879948060</id><published>2006-11-16T23:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:47:24.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>Yay It's the weekend :D I hardly go out, but this time it's different. I'm very energetic lately I even started working out again (yaay me). the other day I left work at 7 pm then went home to change and went for a run. It felt good specially when the weather is nice now. You can actually do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok let me tell u about today:&lt;br /&gt;I got of work around 1:30 went home to shower then met my celebrity friend (Coquette) for lunch :P we had Jonnhy Rockets and that girl is a vegetarian... dont even know what she's doing there :P Later at night my other friend (Hanan) picked me up to go out for dinner with Coquette again! hehehe ( no we r not fat) we just love food :( I guess to make up for other things we can't have if you know what I mean? ;) I really needed that... they're such goof balls :P&lt;br /&gt;I sleep now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw I hate Kill Bill... This movie is really stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116371095879948060?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116371095879948060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116371095879948060' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116371095879948060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116371095879948060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/11/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116315721835184251</id><published>2006-11-10T13:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:13:38.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tell Them Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/1600/Original%20Sin.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/400/Original%20Sin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God me so sick :S I’ve been meaning to post something new, but was too busy coughing! Hanan, and Coquette wrote something earlier about how backwards our “educational” system is. It saddens me knowing that our beloved country is fighting so hard to keep its citizens ignorant. Who are you to decide for me? I believe I have the right to choose for myself. Don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe they are trying to ban art. They are claiming that it is unethical and some how it is considered pornography thinking it will “corrupt” the “magnificent” minds of our youth. And by youth I mean those who hang around shopping malls, Gulf road, and pretty much everywhere saying all kinds of nasty things and acting like complete idiots. Compare those who graduated from English lit or Art History with those bad-mannered ignorant drop-outs. MAKO MOQARANA!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm does this mean Pamela Anderson and the Girls of the PlayBoy mansion are artists too? I’m sure our teenage boys studied them quite well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that we live in this hypocritical messed up society that probably most people here are so unbelievably stupid to notice what is going on. I mean come on PPL! Have u even set foot in a museum?! How can you judge something and call it porn when you obviously have no clue whatsoever about the beauty of ART. God I can’t believe how ignorant some can be. Are you telling me that an artist like the great Michelangelo who spent and dedicated his time, lying on his back for years with enormous amount of pain and discomfort painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel is a pornographer?&lt;br /&gt;"the whole world came running to see what Michelangelo had done; and certainly it was such as to make everyone speechless with astonishment". Basically, the entire world was amazed by his work, but we (this little tiny dot called Kuwait) are against it! Let us put in mind that we are only known for our OIL and nothing more than that. This tells us that we are culturally and educationally DEAD! Your way of thinking is offensive and I can no longer tolerate your so-called moral beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68751148@N00/293669621/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Michelangelo" src="http://static.flickr.com/100/293669621_d6bbdb995a.jpg" width="380" /&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/35308805-116315721835184251?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116315721835184251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116315721835184251' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116315721835184251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116315721835184251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-tell-them-girls.html' title='You Tell Them Girls!'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116204782174447922</id><published>2006-10-28T17:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:06:07.400+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That Alright?</title><content type='html'>Am I capable of writing something from the heart? I don’t know! It’s been too long since I have said anything sincere. This room smells like shit! What is that? :S&lt;br /&gt;I realized I have not changed a bit since I was 20? I’m still the same “selfish and eccentric” :P that’s what I was told, but no I don’t think I’m selfish. I’m just trying to be happy. I have been searching for something for so long but it seems that it is out of reach. Do you blame me for giving up? Or have you already given up with me?&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u a lil story that happened a while back to someone I consider my hero :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dark night she found herself in ecstasy. Everything was still.&lt;br /&gt;There was no soul, no breath, no one to wake her&lt;br /&gt;She questioned herself: is this imaginary or is this real? For it was unusual and unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked her "what is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;She answered: You found me so you tell me, and in Time you will know me&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and said "my name I will not tell, until you release your fear and open your shell"&lt;br /&gt;She gently smiled and said: In Time I will tell, but what he did not know is that she was in hell!&lt;br /&gt;Her endurance could not stay still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind asked her "what is happening to you? You seem to have lost control!"&lt;br /&gt;She could not answer. She was yearning for more ;)&lt;br /&gt;As he left, a moment of silence had struck her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, and months went by while she was burning with desire&lt;br /&gt;Her heart cried "Put Out this Fire! Put Out this Fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen months went by and their love lifted them higher&lt;br /&gt;She asked him: Am I yours and are you mine?&lt;br /&gt;He answered "yes my love, for there is no other I desire"&lt;br /&gt;With her spirit she embraced him&lt;br /&gt;Then she closed her eyes to witness tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One condemned evening he came to her with fainted horror&lt;br /&gt;He told her "we must separate my love it is against my power"&lt;br /&gt;She thought to herself: What merciless soul wants us to be apart, this must be a dreadful dream, and I must wake up from this terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs an ending to her aching tale.&lt;br /&gt;O glorious God her life has grown pale&lt;br /&gt;Have you any clue of the pain she is going through?&lt;br /&gt;What could have been that separated those two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116204782174447922?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116204782174447922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116204782174447922' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116204782174447922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116204782174447922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-that-alright.html' title='Is That Alright?'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116129998496081390</id><published>2006-10-20T02:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T18:06:44.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/1600/smile.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/400/smile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 4th 1981 baby H met world :)&lt;br /&gt;August 2nd 1990 stupid invasion!!! I was young but it was the worst time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;1990 memorized my first English song. I think it was Madonna's Like a Prayer :S&lt;br /&gt;1992 discovered I can play the piano!&lt;br /&gt;1994 first McDonalds opened in Kuwait (queue at the drive-thru was 15000 people and seven miles long!)&lt;br /&gt;1998 bought my first car&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2001 fell in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2002 saw the Mona Lisa in Paris ( the real deal)&lt;br /&gt;July 23rd 2003 first time I saw Mariah perform on stage! was even more exciting than falling in love lol I kid I kid :P&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2004 I graduated from Kuwait University. It was the best time of my life :) It's where I met my 3 favorite ppl in the whole world :D &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/27789967"&gt;Coquette&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7442289"&gt;Hanan&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/29419214" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/29419214" rel="nofollow"&gt;Cixousian Panic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 Kuwaiti women gained their right to vote. Yes ppl we exist! and thank you for noticing.&lt;br /&gt;July 4th 2005 got My first Real job at NBK :D&lt;br /&gt;Jan 2006 Sheik Jaber Alsabah passed away :( may God rest his soul&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2006 went to New York City. It has been a dream of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;and yet there's more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116129998496081390?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116129998496081390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116129998496081390' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116129998496081390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116129998496081390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/10/memorable-days.html' title='Memorable Days'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116101721882485726</id><published>2006-10-16T19:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:51:35.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot or Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/1600/LR3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/400/LR3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally cut my hair. I didn’t wanna go short so I decided to do it like Aniston’s “sexy straight” just the way I like it ;) I know some of you are probably thinking: that’s what my hair looked like before! Well, I guess I really like it that way or maybe I’m just used to it, or maybe I’m just “blah”. I was going to add a before n after picture, but I don’t think that’s a good idea :P&lt;br /&gt;Now let me ask you a question: Wouldn’t this car look amazing if I was driving it? :P That’s an awesome kick-ass car I really like it! I know it’s not a Ferrari n most girls wouldn’t consider driving it, but there’s something about it that’s really hot. I think it’s ruggedness or maybe it’s just me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What do you think about girls driving big cars? Is it hot or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116101721882485726?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116101721882485726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116101721882485726' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116101721882485726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116101721882485726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/10/hot-or-not.html' title='Hot or Not!'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116076686713351244</id><published>2006-10-13T21:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T02:00:49.883+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I did 4 Weeks Ago &amp; Things I'm doing now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Weeks ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Wandered around the streets of New York City. I almost went insane when I finally reached Times Square and Broadway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Went to Mariah Carey’s concert “The Adventures of Mimi” at Madison Square Garden… That’s when I really went crazy! I LOOOOVE her. Oh before that I had lunch at Serendipity. Was the best burger ever! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Took a picture with the Naked Cowboy lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Took the NBC studio tour. It was ok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. A cultural day at the Metropolitan, St. Paul’s cathedral, and New York’s Public Library. Well mostly I spent my day at the gift shops :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Shopping Shopping and Shopping :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Took the Sex and the City tour. It was so much fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. A fairy to the Statue of Liberty. I have always wanted to meet the Lady in person &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Saw Chicago the Broadway musical Only coz Usher was performing. He’s hot hot hot! He has the cutest smile ever! And the cutest dimples. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. A walk at Central Park. It was soooo beautiful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Another day at Central Park only to see Meryl Streep perform &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Saying good-bye to Manhattan - Back to reality!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/200/Chicago.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahhh Usher :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/200/Best%20burger%20ever%21.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best burger ever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/200/NYC%2006.8.26%2087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Present time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. wandered around jam3eyat el nuzha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. listened to my ipod&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. a lil pervert took a picture of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. saw Jay Leno on Showtime but now "service is currently scrambled"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. No Comment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. the only shopping I do here is grocery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. asta'3for allah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. eljazeera el'7athra, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;9. alembara6oora! REALLY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10. ahhhhhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;11. ummmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;12. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116076686713351244?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116076686713351244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116076686713351244' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116076686713351244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116076686713351244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-i-did-4-weeks-ago-things-im.html' title='Things I did 4 Weeks Ago &amp; Things I&apos;m doing now'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116068083515729556</id><published>2006-10-12T22:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:22:58.346+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To Cut or Not to Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whose do am I doing? I will cut my hair according to the most voted hairdo, so chose wisely. Remember we’re talking hair not face :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/1600/rese%20witherspoon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/200/rese%20witherspoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Super cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/1600/sara%20j.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/320/sara%20j.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stylish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/1600/jennifer%20aniston.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/320/jennifer%20aniston.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sexy straight just the way I like it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116068083515729556?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116068083515729556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116068083515729556' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116068083515729556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116068083515729556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-cut-or-not-to-cut.html' title='To Cut or Not to Cut'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35308805.post-116049007900505165</id><published>2006-10-10T17:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:21:19.020+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time before fu6or</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/1600/bagel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/3925/200/bagel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having breakfast (toasted bagels with cream cheese) ohhhhhh it’s divine. I hate saying that but I’m kindda over Ramadan. It was fun at first, but now I’m getting really tired… I think that’s kindda the point :P. I just miss going out for lunch with my friends or family or even just hang out at a coffee place with my brother and sister in law. What I really like about this month is the fact that we start work at 10 :D I’m sure when it’s over I’m going to miss it :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35308805-116049007900505165?l=ladyhliberty.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/feeds/116049007900505165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35308805&amp;postID=116049007900505165' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116049007900505165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35308805/posts/default/116049007900505165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyhliberty.blogspot.com/2006/10/killing-time-before-fu6or.html' title='Killing time before fu6or'/><author><name>Girl Meets World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01382488720802278613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06243705572331700148'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry></feed>