tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90844238065548533132008-08-21T01:06:32.960+03:00eshda3waeshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-64857057322606686342008-08-17T00:00:00.000+03:002008-08-17T00:00:01.457+03:00I Hate My Body<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SKaYilLRnRI/AAAAAAAABN0/C0A809MYbvo/s1600-h/lovemyself.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SKaYilLRnRI/AAAAAAAABN0/C0A809MYbvo/s320/lovemyself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235039336727158034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >I just read an article that 90 % of people hate at least one thing about their bodies.<br /><br />What do you hate about your body?! </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">i have a feeling i wrote about this before! </span><br /></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-8973483428052660962008-08-12T00:00:00.000+03:002008-08-12T00:00:01.307+03:00Settling Down<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SCVh5IorwQI/AAAAAAAABC0/bEr0LSSgqJY/s1600-h/Silhouetted-Lioness-Running-at-Twilight-Photographic-Print-C11960493.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SCVh5IorwQI/AAAAAAAABC0/bEr0LSSgqJY/s320/Silhouetted-Lioness-Running-at-Twilight-Photographic-Print-C11960493.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198668979067666690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >You know you don't have to marry her<br /><br />I know, I want to, shes a good person<br /><br />She is, but maybe shes not the person for you<br /><br />Yeah but that all works itself out later<br /><br />No actually it doesn't<br /><br />When shes my wife things will be different<br /><br />If you cant agree on anything before you get married, what makes you think "it'll be different" after?<br /><br />Well the person I really want to marry doesn't want to settle down!<br /><br />Who do you want to marry?<br /><br />YOU!<br /><br />You know now that I think about it, your right, things will be so different after marriage I'm sure, congrats bro!<br /><br />One day a man will come along and tame you</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with... "</span></span><br /></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-31983982840434848782008-08-09T00:00:00.004+03:002008-08-09T00:53:40.964+03:00OLYMPICS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SJxuBiGuCzI/AAAAAAAABNs/lCnQnzefiis/s1600-h/BeijingOlympics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SJxuBiGuCzI/AAAAAAAABNs/lCnQnzefiis/s320/BeijingOlympics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232177839711587122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Did anyone watch the opening ceremony?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Of course you did! Who would be crazy enough to miss it!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Kudos to china, it was beautiful!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I cant begin to imagine the emotions the athletes must be going through to be a part of sports heaven!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">To compete among the best of the best.. Simply exhilarating!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I read somewhere Kuwait has four players competing, and guess how many administrative bullshitters? THIRTY!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">WTH! Meta beba6loon sowalifhum hathi!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">What they heard ooh free trip to china oo ta3azimaw 3alaiha?!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">My Uncle Represented Kuwait during Moscow Olympics in 1980 and again during the 1984 LA games.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">He said he had to fight back tears! It was so overwhelming.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">He was an AMAZING Judo player. Competed in the Asian cup a total of 12 times. He always came out as one of the top 3. He won the gold medal 6 times!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">After he got sick (cancer) do you know what Kuwait and the Nade he so well represented (and was still a member of) do to honor him?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">NOTHING.</span><br /><br />After he died they called my other uncle and asked him to pass by the club to pick up a shield that they printed up with a thank you on it.<br />My grandma wanted to know if they expect her to bury it with her son, since for the two years he was suffering they didn't so much as make a phone call.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >ENJOY THE GAMES</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br />**i dont have internet access:(<br />i know i know in this day and age how could i not<br />bs i dont!<br />So do forgive if im not up to date with all ur blogs!<br /></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-21093258837836788642008-08-05T00:00:00.000+03:002008-08-05T00:00:00.706+03:00Question<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SJamK4NdNxI/AAAAAAAABNk/PQCybcl6Oo4/s1600-h/thinking_of_you_graphics_2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SJamK4NdNxI/AAAAAAAABNk/PQCybcl6Oo4/s320/thinking_of_you_graphics_2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230550723055138578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" >Dear Eshd3wa,<br /><br />I have been a fan of your blog for a while now, and I love reading it..keep it up!!<br />Im emailing you because a while ago, you have posted on your blog that readers can use your blog to post their stories and issues..etc..so if you are still welcome that, I would like you to post this story, I need to know what you and everyone else thinks about it, so here it goes:<br /><br />My friend (M) is an independent college grad, and working girl, has a very ambitious personality, she has feelings for (L), who confessed his deep love for her and commitment at a very young age, (L) is still a student in college with a part time job, and already made up his mind about his future plans...at first (M) appreciated L's honesty, courage, care and attention yet, didnt completely trust (L) thinking the feelings are merely a teenage phase,but 2 years later (L) still feels the same, currently in his early twenties, M's appreciation is growing day by day, into admiration and like..(alot of like) but the question is, is it L.O.V.E? M is unsure, cant feel sparks although there is some sort of vibe going on..and if it is, is it right? according to society it isnt because of social differences and age differences..M is very confused about L and doesnt know if she is only misleading him or should she just go with the flow ignore her brains and logic and simply listen to her heart?<br /><br />what do you think? Nay or Yay??<br />all opinions are appreciated, please let me know soon<br />hoping to hear from you soon..Thanks.</span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-11792001307089844022008-08-03T00:00:00.000+03:002008-08-03T00:00:00.371+03:00Just Left My Apartment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SJRrw_nh4-I/AAAAAAAABNc/tTgHjAKhBws/s1600-h/apt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SJRrw_nh4-I/AAAAAAAABNc/tTgHjAKhBws/s320/apt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229923556739113954" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you. </span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">It was but yesterday we met in a dream. </span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky. </span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn. </span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">and we must part</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">----------------------------------------------------------</span></span>-Khalil Gibran<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span> </span></p>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-12777022488350468822008-07-24T00:00:00.002+03:002008-07-24T00:18:42.293+03:00ON VACATION<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SIPAIjxg47I/AAAAAAAABM0/4A00hDA_vUk/s1600-h/packing_1_iz4z.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SIPAIjxg47I/AAAAAAAABM0/4A00hDA_vUk/s320/packing_1_iz4z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225231245954311090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />Well not really, but my mom just left, and my aunt is here.<br />I've been busy packing, and did not have time to read your blogs or reply to comments.<br />I didnt realise packing is going to be this hard!<br />Even though im not coming home till the end of august, i have to leave my beloved apartment in a week.<br />Im too attached to this place, it holds too much sentimental value..<br />Everytime I put anything in a box I start crying. (the fact that im pmsing aint helping matters either)<br />Anyways I'm going to be away for a while..<br />Got some very important things to take care of.<br />Issues to deal with.<br />See you when i see you!<br /><br />oH and does anyone have a good joke? </span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-37768557437576053602008-07-21T00:00:00.000+03:002008-07-21T00:00:00.459+03:00The Married Man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGqD7fa3VCI/AAAAAAAABLQ/UXZsC_9eYXU/s1600-h/cheating_husband.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGqD7fa3VCI/AAAAAAAABLQ/UXZsC_9eYXU/s320/cheating_husband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218128176331838498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Y has recently gone crazy. Partying sleeping around.<br />One night stands.<br />Her preference is the married man.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Because their in it just for the sex.<br />you screw and they go home to their wives.<br /><br />Im sure alot of single guys would love to screw you and then have nothing to do with you<br /><br />ya but why risk it?<br /><br />risk what<br /><br />someone wanting something more.<br /><br />Why another womans man?<br />why wreck a home, a marriage.<br />why do that to another person.<br /><br />Im not doing anything, her husband is.<br /><br />Your letting him do it.<br />If hes a low life your just as bad<br /><br />Dont judge me, you dont know how it is<br /><br />Like hell i don't!<br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">***************************************************************************</span><br /><br />I cant make sense of it!<br />I just cant!<br />Why go after a married man!<br />He belongs to someone else!<br />Hes taken!<br /><br />So WHY!!<br /></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-48898943991860566862008-07-20T00:00:00.001+03:002008-07-20T00:00:00.750+03:00Mi Casa Su Casa #3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SIETP9o5MyI/AAAAAAAABMs/1RkfcxsG9sU/s1600-h/Sky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SIETP9o5MyI/AAAAAAAABMs/1RkfcxsG9sU/s320/Sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224478207691535138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Now the sky could be blue, could be grey...</span></div> <div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">--------------------------------</span>I don't mind, without you it's a waste of time." </span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">----------------------------------------------------------</span>- Strawberry Swing By Coldplay<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Posted by:</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"><br />**RekoO**</span><br /><br />blog still open to the public, email me and ill publish it!<br /></span></div>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-60074997140212668952008-07-19T00:00:00.000+03:002008-07-19T00:00:00.521+03:00Name Fusion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SHPtQDHeoyI/AAAAAAAABL4/cQB8dhmgQpA/s1600-h/Brangelina.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SHPtQDHeoyI/AAAAAAAABL4/cQB8dhmgQpA/s320/Brangelina.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220777253022901026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Whats up with the name fusions going on?<br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">beniffer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">tomkat<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">branjelina<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">johiniffer<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">shino they don't have time to say two separate names !</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br />ba6een chabdi! </span></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-14675074585835493152008-07-17T00:00:00.006+03:002008-07-17T00:00:00.913+03:00The Broken Hearted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SHqEc2Bu5II/AAAAAAAABMU/R6VJGtvn0a0/s1600-h/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SHqEc2Bu5II/AAAAAAAABMU/R6VJGtvn0a0/s320/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222632348963497090" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Dear eshda3wa<br />How do i heal my broken heart?<br /><br />yours~<br />broken hearted</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Dear broken hearted,</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">thank you for taking the time to email me</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">but im afraid you have asked the wrong person</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">as my emotions are half dead and i can just toss pain and whatever else behind me.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">the only advice i can give you is what i have googled which im sure its not what you need.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />So lets ask my dear readers</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Readers, how does the broken hearted go about healing their heart?</span></span><br /></div></div>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-61959291097247825542008-07-15T00:00:00.001+03:002008-07-15T12:40:42.108+03:00Failicha<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDDBjE-Kxr4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDDBjE-Kxr4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ooo failicha a7laa jazeera <span style="font-size:85%;">(even if shoosha doent think so ;P)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">So when do you think this failicha thing is gna happen?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I say 300 - 500 years give or take a couple of decades</span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-66960454135260448222008-07-13T00:00:00.001+03:002008-07-13T00:00:00.794+03:00Mi Casa Su Casa #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SHXR-8gBcrI/AAAAAAAABMI/LSIbTMKA4eU/s1600-h/sweet_16.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SHXR-8gBcrI/AAAAAAAABMI/LSIbTMKA4eU/s320/sweet_16.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221310222328492722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I wish I could go back to when I was 16 again</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">and just watch myself</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">see how I acted the first time i was love struck..</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />now 10 years later, I want to regain that intense feeling</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />when you could feel the love all the way to your finger tips</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />I want to listen to myself talk.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />hear what words I had for the love of my life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">when nothing feels the same, looks the same or tastes the same.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />I wish I can see myself gush over him.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />always walking around with that goofy smile on my face</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />I want to watch myself blush</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">feel my heart rate increase at the thought of him</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />everything was beautiful, safe..</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />I was on top of the world..</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />nothing ever feels like that again</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">no matter how big</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">nothing beats the first time u fall in love</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />I wish I was turning sweet 16 today</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />posted by</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">**sweet16**</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">blog still open to the public, email me anything you like</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">and ill publish it right here!</span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-54570885161517579842008-07-11T00:00:00.000+03:002008-07-11T00:00:00.268+03:00Plastic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SClVDO-7SdI/AAAAAAAABDU/eqzepCKzaq8/s1600-h/fatface.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SClVDO-7SdI/AAAAAAAABDU/eqzepCKzaq8/s320/fatface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199780758825945554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Whats up with 50 year old women trying to be 20 ?<br /><br />Honey turning your face into a plastic doll and putting on a pair of glittery leggings wont make you look young.<br /><br />It makes you look confused.<br /><br />People should start learning how to dress age appropriate!<br /><br />You can be stylish and appropriate at the same time. Really its possible believe me.</span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-23500644506273514002008-07-09T00:00:00.001+03:002008-07-09T00:00:00.735+03:00Between Them<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGo7AfvFO4I/AAAAAAAABLI/tMgHFsz0lrk/s1600-h/2363997.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGo7AfvFO4I/AAAAAAAABLI/tMgHFsz0lrk/s320/2363997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218047997967154050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i always wanted to sleep in their bed.<br />between them<br />next to her<br />next to him<br />but they never let me<br />it never happened<br />no where in my mind exist a memory of me<br />nuzzled up between them<br />the safest place in the world<br />and now i am between them<br />but its not safe<br />its a war zone<br />and when night comes<br />and i have to get in bed<br />get between them<br />I am afraid,<br />I dread the moment my skin touches the soft covers<br />my head gently placed upon the pillow<br />I dread the smell of my sweet scented hair.<br />I wait for the sun to come up<br />my skin crawling<br />I need to get out<br />but I cant<br />I'm the prisoner of my own desires.eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-65538631742370216592008-07-06T00:00:00.000+03:002008-07-06T00:00:13.475+03:00Seat Belt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SBejOkfedQI/AAAAAAAABAA/V_fRVJIwDL4/s1600-h/who-road-safety-seatbelt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SBejOkfedQI/AAAAAAAABAA/V_fRVJIwDL4/s320/who-road-safety-seatbelt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194800165904348418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />I love the seat belt. It is there for safety.<br /><br />I got into the car with my roommate and buckled up, only to have her laugh at me.<br /><br />fig: are you for real<br /><br />eshda3wa: wah?<br /><br />Fig: you really put your seat belt on<br /><br />eshda3wa: yeah don't you<br /><br />Fig: no! I don't know anyone who does<br /><br />eshda3wa: why not?<br /><br />Fig: just because.. theres no use for it<br /><br />eshda3wa: oh really so you think it was invented as a fashion statement<br /><br />Fig: if i get in a car accident the seatbelt is not going to prevent it<br /><br />eshda3wa: it doesn't prevent accidents you idiot, it keeps u in your seat so you don't fly out the window<br /><br />Fig: whatever<br /><br />eshda3wa: you think the air bag was put in as decoration?<br /></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-83989613301720505292008-07-05T03:32:00.003+03:002008-07-05T03:48:38.165+03:00Dear Blog Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SG7Bi0bgpgI/AAAAAAAABLw/YNju4DEzQKs/s1600-h/nut.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SG7Bi0bgpgI/AAAAAAAABLw/YNju4DEzQKs/s320/nut.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219321822102726146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Apparently my sister is NUTS<br />She wasn't angry at me after all..<br /><br />Its just a passive aggressive reaction and i happened to be her target.<br /><br />Its ok sis, thats why god gave u a big sister.<br /><br />Come here n gimme a hug !<br /></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-68777721409843877212008-07-05T03:00:00.002+03:002008-07-05T03:31:31.079+03:00Dear Blog<span style="font-size:100%;">My little sister is about to take a very important step forward in her life.. and she needs her family's support. Mainly me. But apparently to her support means do my work for me!<br />Shes getting her university papers and applications in order, and i being the supportive older sister that I am told her to send me her stuff so that i do it for her.. Guess what blog.. did she send me all i asked for? No!!<br />She thinks that everything is a minor and fixable<br />even loosing your SAT scores which are a must for getting accepted at the university.<br />Then when i tell her off for her boroood and irresponsibility what does she so casually tell me?<br />Lets go somewhere we can shop!<br /><br />SHOP really?!<br />you might not get accepted into uni and u want to discuss shopping options with me?!<br /><br />so she might think im being a rotten ******<br />but im only looking out for her well being.<br /><br />She still has a lot to learn, and i hope leaving the nest will teach her how to take on some responsibility.<br /><br />So instead of taking it as a 3ibra not to ask me for advice my dear sister... how about you actually TAKE my advice and do as i tell you :**<br /><br />love always<br />your older and wiser sister. </span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-15261729510546448092008-07-03T00:00:00.001+03:002008-07-03T00:00:20.911+03:00Cereal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGTszoRffvI/AAAAAAAABLA/rxByzqdc4dI/s1600-h/p10cereal2eps.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGTszoRffvI/AAAAAAAABLA/rxByzqdc4dI/s320/p10cereal2eps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216554640130146034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I like Kellogs Cornflakes or Nestle fitness.</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I like it extra sweet so i use both sugar and honey.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />With cold milk, never hot!<br />I only use a little, barley enough to cover my flakes.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I hate extra milk at the bottom of the bowl!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I like my cereal soggy not crunchy</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /><br />How do you like your cereal? </span></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-91248628721435761812008-07-02T00:00:00.003+03:002008-07-02T00:24:25.041+03:00Mi Casa Su Casa Post # 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SFl5bzS0apI/AAAAAAAABKQ/ikO5237NpM4/s1600-h/2_carat_round_brilliant_diamond_ring.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SFl5bzS0apI/AAAAAAAABKQ/ikO5237NpM4/s320/2_carat_round_brilliant_diamond_ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213331562190629522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">your left hand dreams<br />of love<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">your right hand makes<br />dreams come true<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">your left hand whispers<br />sweet nothings<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">your right hand tells it<br />like it is<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">your left hand lives<br />happily ever after<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">your right hand lives<br />here and now<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">women of the world<br />raise your right hand<br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Posted by:<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">**</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Im single because i choose to be</span><span style="font-size:180%;">**<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >(idea borrowed from an ad)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~Blog still open to the public. Email me and ill post it!</span><br /></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-80291685557080946722008-07-01T00:00:00.001+03:002008-07-01T00:00:01.221+03:00My Date<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SEhXheaBuBI/AAAAAAAABFs/KFamRTvrI28/s1600-h/destiny.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SEhXheaBuBI/AAAAAAAABFs/KFamRTvrI28/s320/destiny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208509201663506450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I stood in front of the mirror and added finishing touches on my face.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I have to look perfect.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />I was so nervous my stomach was tied in knots.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />I actually took the time to iron my outfit.<br />If you know me then you know I never iron my clothes, so when I do it has to be BIG.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />And big it was for lack of a better word.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />I put on my new gold pumps and headed out the door smiling to myself thinking of what lay ahead.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Tonight I have a date with destiny, </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />and everything is fair game . </span></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-71289555003940424092008-06-29T00:00:00.001+03:002008-06-29T21:14:08.146+03:00Mannequins!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">UPDATE: FOURME 7ARAAAM 3ALAIIIIICH !!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SBuCwUfedVI/AAAAAAAABAo/hDaeDyQbEYw/s1600-h/samaritaine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SBuCwUfedVI/AAAAAAAABAo/hDaeDyQbEYw/s320/samaritaine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195890361748059474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'm afraid of mannequins!<br /><br />they seriously scare me, whenever I'm in a store I avoid going near them.<br />I'm always afraid they'll come to life and just go BOO!<br /><br />i have issues!eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-48733717504266799772008-06-28T00:05:00.005+03:002008-06-28T00:13:06.209+03:00Dream Big<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGTqAhsYYqI/AAAAAAAABK4/qnIkThsXE5M/s1600-h/2236145270047241808Rwyjmo_fs.jpg"> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGTqAhsYYqI/AAAAAAAABK4/qnIkThsXE5M/s320/2236145270047241808Rwyjmo_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216551563167294114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">you can do anything you put your mind to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">and you can do them in stilettos<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">-Kimora Lee</span></span><br /></span></span></span></div>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-20705841797377775282008-06-25T01:10:00.001+03:002008-06-25T01:19:32.731+03:00Engaged<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGFxC8SDRPI/AAAAAAAABKg/IN2PZwOpsSE/s1600-h/engaged-balloon-300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SGFxC8SDRPI/AAAAAAAABKg/IN2PZwOpsSE/s320/engaged-balloon-300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215574138827261170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">No not me ... ekh</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Two of my closest friends, 7alawa and kimo got engaged today.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">They called me during their party.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I couldn't be happier. Actually I would have been happier had i been there!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I cried for hours after I heard.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I grew up with those two.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">They have been dating since 10th grade! we were what 15!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Kimo finally maned up and popped the question.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">well.. there was no question popping but you know what i mean.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Wow.. I cant believe that one of us is getting hitched!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">weren't we in eight grade like yesterday?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Kimo and 7alawa, i wish you all the happiness in the world!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Oh My God! Were finally Gna have a baby! yaaay!<br />The things were gna do to ur fugly kids!<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I love you both very much :**</span><br /></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-68707899615327266802008-06-24T00:15:00.000+03:002008-06-24T00:16:27.291+03:00Fabulously Fit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SERF_baBS7I/AAAAAAAABFk/fzxhmAyG0og/s1600-h/jen-2-781836.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 330px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SERF_baBS7I/AAAAAAAABFk/fzxhmAyG0og/s320/jen-2-781836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207364025138105266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Jennifer Nicole lee</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >Can you believe she used to be 200 pounds!<br />After having her second baby she decided she wanted to be hotter and tighter than all the high school girls out there. She put herself on a strict diet and exercise regiment. It all paid off when she won miss bikini title in 2006. After that she became unstoppable.<br />Gracing the cover of magazines, appearing on numerous TV shows. She is also the co-creator of the 6 exercise DVDs entitled Fabulously Fit Moms. And if that were not enough she runs over half a dozen businesses!</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SERC4bAHIaI/AAAAAAAABFU/TXM9YxBvvBQ/s1600-h/Jennifer-Nicole-Lee-before.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SERC4bAHIaI/AAAAAAAABFU/TXM9YxBvvBQ/s320/Jennifer-Nicole-Lee-before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207360606235468194" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >That's what I call determination!<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >I want to be fabulously fit, but I don't want to exercise, shloon? </span><br /></div></div>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084423806554853313.post-90344295790208987802008-06-20T00:00:00.001+03:002008-06-20T00:04:30.675+03:00GRADUATE!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SFmPtCJYM5I/AAAAAAAABKY/Ua6_WDSrshU/s1600-h/graduate_main.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJhoh_l309Y/SFmPtCJYM5I/AAAAAAAABKY/Ua6_WDSrshU/s320/graduate_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213356047491150738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >ya jama3a i am DONE!<br />Finished!<br />I am freee freee i tell you freee!!<br /><br />yaaay me!<br /><br />grades will be out soon.<br />i didn't do too well on my last exam since i decided to have a nervous breakdown instead of actually studying, but i still have hope that i passed everything with flying colors!<br /><br />*does the happy dance*<br /><br />Lots of things to do!<br />Fig and I are having a huge dinner party at our place tonight.<br />Everything is bitter sweet.<br /><br />Fig is leaving by the end of the week and i know im going to cry my eyes out.<br />Shes 6 months pregnant and has a husband waiting for her back home.<br />But me im a 3zoobiya, i plan on staying here for a few weeks.<br />Pack and visit all my favorite places and spend as much time as possible with my cousin and her adorable baby.<br /><br />God i hate goodbyes!<br /><br />I shall resume my blogging duties after figi leaves.<br />I missed u guys!<br /></span>eshda3wahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938noreply@blogger.com