<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:37:30.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Like It Haute</title><subtitle type='html'>Lovely Satisfying Maddening Manifestations Of The Miraculous Instruments Of Pleasure Too Powerful To Be Measured Too Keen To Be Endured And Too Exquisite To Be Intended For Employment By Base Unworthy Man.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116603734094972028</id><published>2006-12-13T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:07:50.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Moved!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Cixousian Panic&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Fallen Angel&lt;/strong&gt; for inspiring me with their cool blogs, and thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Yazeed&lt;/strong&gt; for going on 7amlat taw3eyya to heighten awareness on mazayaa wordpress. Also, I can't seem to comment on certain blogs for some reason. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my new blog is: &lt;a href="http://www.adorra.wordpress.com"&gt;www.adorra.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; so if I'm on your blogroll then change the link and if not then add me to it. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all there! Yalla quick go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-116603734094972028?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116603734094972028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116603734094972028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116603734094972028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116603734094972028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-moved_13.html' title='I Moved!'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116582831780281657</id><published>2006-12-11T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:11:57.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questioning Authority</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6946/2290/1600/544169/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6946/2290/320/854745/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6946/2290/320/884452/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-116582831780281657?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116582831780281657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116582831780281657' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116582831780281657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116582831780281657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/12/questioning-authority.html' title='Questioning Authority'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116492360472185508</id><published>2006-11-30T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:53:24.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damien said it best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We might make out&lt;br /&gt;When nobody's there&lt;br /&gt;It's not that we're scared&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it's delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might make love&lt;br /&gt;In some sacred place&lt;br /&gt;The look on your face&lt;br /&gt;Is delicate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, yet another example of wise parenting in Kuwait:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6946/2290/320/968234/parenting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes that's a girl lying in the back of a car where tissue boxes are supposed to be and the only way you are able to see the car behind you through your rear-view mirror. Yup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-116492360472185508?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116492360472185508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116492360472185508' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116492360472185508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116492360472185508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/11/damien-said-it-best.html' title='Damien said it best'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116437586455839889</id><published>2006-11-24T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:44:24.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Twix</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A picture day in my life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I saw when I woke up was the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6946/2290/200/695126/wakeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I washed up, I checked to see if I had any e-mails&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/x/blogger/6946/2290/200/1785/internet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got dressed&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/x/blogger/6946/2290/200/366132/Shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got in my car and drove to my grandma's house&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/x/blogger/6946/2290/200/552891/Bassoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather was beautiful&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/x/blogger/6946/2290/200/624650/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This always makes me laugh when I park. It's right next door&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/x/blogger/6946/2290/200/497079/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After my grandma's house, I decide to go out since it was thursday and all. I turn on my iPod and I'm driving all happy and non chalant&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/x/blogger/6946/2290/200/886648/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/x/blogger/6946/2290/200/121314/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Suddenly,  I got a flat tire! A typical day in my life. This was my car at the nearest gas station with no tire :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/x/blogger/6946/2290/200/685956/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a VERY long day. No one could figure out how to fix it and the dealership told me that they could pick it up and then fix it on Saturday which is just way too long a wait. Eventually, I called some random person to fit the spare tire in and I got a 'real' tire around 9am today. Hopefully by now the driver has fixed my car and it'll be ready for me by tonight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I had more pictures to complete my day, including the pizza I had for dinner, but blogger won't let me add any more pictures?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Trencherman&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I displayed a trencherman's appetite last night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-116437586455839889?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116437586455839889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116437586455839889' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116437586455839889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116437586455839889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/11/tagged-by-twix.html' title='Tagged by Twix'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116290483277910267</id><published>2006-11-07T04:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T05:12:25.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Republic</title><content type='html'>- I get utterly disgusted when women tell me that girls who study abroad don't get married. It's a joke. Girls who study abroad don't want your sons. Why you ask? I'll tell you. Compared to a girl who studied abroad and broadened her horizons a tad, your son is illiterate, unchallenging and basically stupid. The pool of eligible men that would regularly satisfy a girl who got her degree from here and has seen nothing but those men gets thinned down to a pond. It isn't a pond because men stop pursuing a woman who earned her degree abroad but it's because she stopped giving a damn. She doesn't care what society thinks of her not being married by the age of 23. She doesn't care what X thinks of her because she isn't married to Y. She doesn't care if she has to wait a life time just to find someone who will stimulate her mind! I'm not saying that people who get their degrees from abroad are better than those who get them locally. What I am saying is if you think that a girl is undeserving of your son/brother/cousin/friend just because she got her degree from the states, STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't understand why some people think that knowing a person before marrying them is taboo. Putting everything you know about religion, tradition and social standards aside; how the hell do you marry someone you don't know? If you're going to say that's what an engagement is for then I'll say that's bullshit. An engagement is a commitment. I for one don't want to commit to someone who I have nothing in common with. I don't want to commit to someone based on what my mother thinks of him. My mother and I are two completely different people. She might know what's best for me on paper but she probably doesn't know what I'd like to spend the rest of my life with. So no, I have to know you before I marry you. By know you, I don't mean as someone I've seen once at a gathering. I mean KNOW you. I want to know if I can live with you, if you don't aggravate my pet peeves and I want to know if we have that certain something-something that makes me yearn for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I would like to say the following: Just because you are married at 18 doesn't mean that anyone who isn't married by the age of 23 is undesirable. Also, getting married when you're 18 is stupid. I know that society doesn't condone women who don't want to get married right after they get their period but I think we should take a moment and think of our options. Why get married at 18? Even if you are very careful and you are financially stable and you are completely and utterly in love there are always flaws and faults. What if you get pregnant? Not everyone can manage studying and breast feeding. If you think that taking care of your child is more important than taking care of your career then more power to you but don't come running to me when you're 35, with no skills and about to go through a divorce with a husband who will leave you absolutely nothing but the child you gave up your life for. Fine, children are great blah blah but please don't put all your eggs in one basket. If you must, don't judge the girls who are smarter than you and who decide on having both a career and a child equally and who have half a brain to actually get an education and experience a decent career before settling down and starting a family. You will most likely say that that is the way our parents and their parents and their parents before them did it but times have changed and what was acceptable then is not acceptable anymore. It could work. I'm not saying that you can't balance it but there's always a slight chance that you'll slip and wouldn't you rather wait a few years and get steady on your feet before jumping into something that you MIGHT regret later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dropped cranberry juice on B's pants at Starbucks and they stained the entire left side of her thigh. I'm very sorry. I know it was embarrassing walking all the way back to your car with red stains. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not against mothers with sons who have a degree from KU + I am not against girls who get married by the age of 18 + I am not against women who marry the men their parents pick for them. This is just my opinion on the matter and since this is my blog, I am entitled to at least that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-116290483277910267?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116290483277910267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116290483277910267' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116290483277910267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116290483277910267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-republic_07.html' title='My Republic'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116221513700382606</id><published>2006-10-30T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T04:30:54.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Culprit*</title><content type='html'>The bell rang. The sound of shuffling bags and screeching chairs filled the classroom. She started running, aware of the fact that two of her friends were behind her. Her heart started throbbing as her young legs carried her towards the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm first!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yelled to her friends who were both tired and not interested in debating their way out of it. One of them left to eat since she wasn’t going to be first and the second was left to push the swing. She held her 50 fils between her teeth so as not to lose them. She didn't want to be the only one without chips from the cafeteria today. She got on the swing and her friend started pushing her. After a while, the swing started to slow down. She motioned to her friend to pick up the pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm tired! It's your turn"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She positioned herself to jump off at the next push. Pulling her hair back and with all her force, she pushed herself off of the swing and landed on all fours. Something was wrong. She couldn't breathe. She realized what had happened and as her face started to get red, she motioned to her friend that something was wrong. The terrified young girl ran to the first teacher she saw pointing at her friend who was now on the grass coughing. Her friend had just swallowed 50 fils. &lt;p&gt;Gasping for air amidst the faces of worried teachers, she waited at the nurses' office holding her chest and trying to minimize the pangs of pain she felt. Her mother came running down the hallway only to find her 11 year old daughter in tears. She held her hand and started running towards her car; all the time hoping that they would make it to the hospital in time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speeding through the roads of Kuwait, they heard a thump. The daughter could see that her mothers face suddenly turned pale. She stopped her car and went outside. The daughter couldn't hear what her mother was saying on the phone but she managed to hear the words &lt;strong&gt;flat&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;tire&lt;/strong&gt;. What the hell kind of day is this she thought. &lt;em&gt;"I'm so going to die".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They waited until her father arrived. She hugged him because she knew he would make it all better. He drove them both to the hospital and waited as mother and daughter rushed to the emergency room. After necessary X-rays and inquiries, the doctor told her that she is lucky to be alive. The 50 fils has lodged itself right between her lungs and if it had been a 100 fils she would have surely died. He gave them both the option of extracting it or waiting for it to pass naturally through the system. Now that the risk of not being able to breathe has passed, it was nearly safe to let it be. The daughter, being the scared little coward she was, decided on the latter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was given 2 weeks. If the 50 fils did not pass through her system within that time limit, the doctors would have no choice but to extract it manually. Given nothing but a stick; she started her 2 weeks of checking on everything that passed through her system and found nothing. 2 weeks passed and scared of what might come, she lied to her mother and said that she found it and flushed it down the toilet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A relived mother believed her lying daughter unaware of the consequences. Nothing happened to the daughter but she knew that one day, when she got older, she was going to blog about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/6946/2290/320/50fils.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/6946/2290/320/50filss.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Thanks to Z for the title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/22517931-116221513700382606?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116221513700382606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116221513700382606' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116221513700382606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116221513700382606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/10/culprit_30.html' title='The Culprit*'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116129783077872449</id><published>2006-10-19T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:48:05.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Secret</title><content type='html'>I am facing writers-block. If you want to consider me a writer that is. I have absolutely nothing to post about and I'm not going to talk about "iPods" even though mos3ab is just WAITING for it.&lt;br /&gt;Without further a due, here are more pictures. I promise I will have something atleast semi-serious to post about next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share3 Dimashq &lt;strong&gt;Empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Image000.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da'er il Thani &lt;strong&gt;Empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Thani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share3 Alkhaleej &lt;strong&gt;Empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Khaleej2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Khaleej1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The secret doorway. &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/6946/2290/320/doorway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't he the cutest thing? He's the love of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/6946/2290/320/my%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Word of the day: &lt;strong&gt;Qua&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Sounds french to me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-116129783077872449?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116129783077872449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116129783077872449' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116129783077872449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116129783077872449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-little-secret.html' title='My Little Secret'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116077861486331757</id><published>2006-10-13T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:43:00.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Picture Post</title><content type='html'>My baby brother went to the match and I drew this flag with make-up. Don't ask me why I had green and yellow eye-shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lizard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6946/2290/200/Image%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insides of a Maghfar&lt;br /&gt;&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/6946/2290/200/Image%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a charity event at the Regency and I was asked to volunteer on the weekend but I only went on wednesday because I'm just way too busy. It wasn't all that bad actually. I met a lot of interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6946/2290/200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were selling this &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6946/2290/200/Image008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got this &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6946/2290/200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a couch in the middle of nowhere. It was looking out on mamsha 3dailiya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6946/2290/200/Image%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a scar I inflicted on my friend's arm &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6946/2290/200/Image%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's scar after her operation. It's pretty sad :&lt; (I have her permission to post this) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image%20005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to go do the TV program thing tonight. They wouldn't let me in at first! Then I used my charm (and showed them my tarkhees) and they let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image011.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was about to leave when I suddenly saw Tareq Al-3aryan. For those of you who don't know him, he's a presenter on KTV2 and I had the hugest crush on him when I was a kid. I blushed when I saw him and he even talked to me! My sister thinks he looks 40 but I think he's in his late 20's. Just the way I like them. We also rode the elevator together, I had half a mind to do something but like always, my better half got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image000.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very long eventful week and tomorrow is a very big day. Wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: &lt;strong&gt;Extraneous. &lt;/strong&gt;I am trying to get rid of all the extraneous thoughts in my head so that I can focus and do well tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-116077861486331757?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116077861486331757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116077861486331757' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116077861486331757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116077861486331757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-picture-post.html' title='Stupid Picture Post'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116043448687402396</id><published>2006-10-09T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:54:46.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7ayyakum Ma3rathna</title><content type='html'>I went to the PRES exhibition today at Corniche. I had read about it on a blog and it seemed pretty cool. I went with &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; and it wasn't all that bad actually. This isn't what I'm going to talk about though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were very hot fit men, but this also isn't the point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.laas.fr/PRDC10/tahiti/images/05-Market-clothes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to her place and started talking about how many new "designers" are emerging in Kuwait. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for young Kuwaiti talent and people encouraging them, but please don't go overboard with it. If you think that by cutting a piece of fabric from a blue shirt and placing a red patch instead makes you a designer; let me tell you my dear friend, you are very very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilmen hab ooh dab sar 3inda ma3rath and we are supposed to be happy and visit each and every one of them with huge fake smiles plastered on our faces? It's getting out of hand. Every day, I get a different invitation to a ma3rath. I go check it out and it's absolutely crap. There are a lot of talented women out there with beautiful taste but they're being overshadowed by all these ditzy girls who think that scribbling on a t-shirt qualifies them to open up their own boutique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that people have different tastes when it comes to clothes and what I deprecate, others might love but it's not about me not enjoying certain trends. It's about these girls who have no background in designing and have absolutely no passion towards it, suddenly deciding to take up my time and shaming me into visiting their galleries to look at shit. This stupid hype has turned into nation-wide monomania and I feel that it is my patriotic duty to tell these girls that they are only bringing it upon themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: &lt;strong&gt;Indomitable&lt;/strong&gt;. I am indomitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-116043448687402396?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116043448687402396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116043448687402396' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116043448687402396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116043448687402396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/10/7ayyakum-ma3rathna.html' title='7ayyakum Ma3rathna'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-116031040584975466</id><published>2006-10-08T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:26:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Dodo again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lasts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last birthday? December 31st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last meal? Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last spending splurge? I don't splurge. My mother and grandmother splurge on me :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried? The day before yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last career? Volunteer work basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited? Hotmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you spoke to? My mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to? Julia Bu6ris - La ba7lammak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last book you read? Freakonomics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last TV show watched? CSI NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you IM’d? My aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word you said? Yumma, fee a7ad yayna ilyoum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag: &lt;em&gt;Izzi&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Zizo&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Prinseesa&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;OT&lt;/em&gt;, and anyone else who wants to do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-116031040584975466?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/116031040584975466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=116031040584975466' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116031040584975466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/116031040584975466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagged-by-dodo-again.html' title='Tagged by Dodo again'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115979134095881134</id><published>2006-10-02T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T05:19:42.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Istas again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My 15 most favourite things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Image018.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Waking up to missed calls and messages&lt;br /&gt;2) Finding "my" couch when I go to starbucks 3dailiya&lt;br /&gt;3) Beautiful weather&lt;br /&gt;4) Great music on a long drive&lt;br /&gt;5) Driving&lt;br /&gt;6) The perfect watermelon&lt;br /&gt;7) Salmon sushi&lt;br /&gt;8) Discovering new hidden restaurants that end up being great&lt;br /&gt;9) High heels&lt;br /&gt;10) Black eye-liner and red lipstick&lt;br /&gt;11) Reading&lt;br /&gt;12) Watching episodes back-to-back&lt;br /&gt;13) Birthday dinners&lt;br /&gt;14) My pillow&lt;br /&gt;15) Volunteer work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115979134095881134?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115979134095881134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115979134095881134' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115979134095881134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115979134095881134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagged-by-istas-again.html' title='Tagged by Istas again'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115961722284487411</id><published>2006-09-30T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T08:40:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Action! 7awwel Camera 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: long picture post below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relative of mine called me a week ago asking if I didn't mind volunteering on a TV show answering calls. At first I was quite hesitant but I had nothing better to do so I decided to check it out. A friend of mine was also asked to come so we went together. Basically, what I had to do was work in the control room of the show which I thought would be freaking cool! The show airs on KTV1 from 9:30-10:30 but we were asked to arrive earlier just in case we got lost or needed anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first walked in, I was full of hope towards the studios at the ministry but to my (not really) surprise it looked like this in the hallway to Studio 800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After entering the studio's huge blue door, I saw the set. I've never been on a TV set before. It was actually quite exciting! Not that pretty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the ceiling looked like. Neat huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image012.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of the cameras, exactly like I imagined it, I wasn't able to take pictures of all of them because the camera crew were staring at us :-p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once we got to the control room. IT WAS SO GOD DAMN COOL!! All the TV's with all the different previews. Of course, there were no women except for one. The smell was disgusting, it was a mix of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. The place had a few scattered men at first but after a while it got more and more croweded, as the pictures will reveal in order. It was also very stuffy, not very comfortable and we were a bit early which made it even worse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/6946/2290/200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my job for the day. I was to answer callers with all of their questions and inquiries. At the same time, I had a list of bank account numbers to provide to people who wanted to make a donation towards the case on TV or in general. I was surprised at how many people actually wanted to donate. I got around 14 calls from Kuwait, 1 from France, a few from Saudi Arabia and 1 from Germany! If that doesn't restore your faith in people, I don't know what will. On the other hand, I got around 3 calls from people who lived in similar circumstances and needed help which broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where the director was sitting. Through that mic, you would be able to talk to the presenters on TV. I had the urge to say something naughty and watch the presenter squirm on air but the better half of me decided against it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/6946/2290/200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last but not least, picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, even though it was terrible and smelly and we were either ignored or pervertedly stared at, I think I might go again next week. It felt good helping out and it wasn't all the bad watching what happens on TV unfold in front of my eyes. &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/22517931-115961722284487411?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115961722284487411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115961722284487411' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115961722284487411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115961722284487411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/09/action-7awwel-camera-2.html' title='Action! 7awwel Camera 2!'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115896310577609005</id><published>2006-09-22T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:11:47.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Shmoctor</title><content type='html'>The other day I needed to fill out some immunization forms for a few schools. I didn't know the procedure exactly and wasn't even sure if I had gotten a measles shot. Seeing as how both my parents were away at the time and I didn't want to annoy them with stupid questions about injections I received when I was a baby; I called my friend B. She told me that everyone took the shot and that I should just go to the clinic with the papers and they'll know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the clinic and asked to see any Kuwaiti doctor; I took a number and waited in line. A few minutes later, I entered the doctor's office and shoved the papers on his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Could you please fill out this form and sign it below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I need it to apply for a school abroad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; Ibtadriseen barra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Do you have the information to fill out the forms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; La, go to the vaccination department, ask them and then come back to me and I'll sign it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I head over to the vaccination department&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, could you please fill out this form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurse 1:&lt;/strong&gt; For your baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhh.. No? For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nurse 1 + 2 laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurse 3:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry, how can we fill it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. How do you regularly fill these out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurse 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you have your birth certificate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, do I need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurse 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course the vaccination dates are on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go back to the doctor's office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Igoloon the information is on my birth certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; Ee adri  (&lt;em&gt;Then why didn’t you tell me you stupid excuse for a doctor&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay don't you have my files on your system or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; No, go get your birth certificate and come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay fine. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; Hold on… Give me those papers. What I can do is this, ana awaqe3lich iyahum il7een and then you go home and write the dates on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; It's easy; you'll find the dates next to each vaccination you received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay sure, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; Go get it stamped at the reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A moment of silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what the hell?? Who's to say I don't go back home and forge these dates then send it to the school? Isn't there an oath doctors should take? I mean yes he's nice and he didn't want me to go back and forth but it's a doctor's responsibility to insure the safety of both the patient and the school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/DR.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/DR.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/2q22.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/2q22.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/DR2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/DR2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know how to fill in the form. I just wrote the first few dates I found and sent it. In the end, it's his ass on the line if anything happens. It serves him right for trusting a civilian.&lt;br /&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/22517931-115896310577609005?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115896310577609005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115896310577609005' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115896310577609005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115896310577609005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/09/doctor-shmoctor_22.html' title='Doctor Shmoctor'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115782381120488699</id><published>2006-09-09T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T10:43:31.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Istas</title><content type='html'>I don't have a favourite pair of shoes so here is my favourite pair of slipper socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115782381120488699?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115782381120488699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115782381120488699' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115782381120488699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115782381120488699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagged-by-istas.html' title='Tagged by Istas'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115720361455074955</id><published>2006-09-02T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T06:26:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me - Final part</title><content type='html'>76) I absolutely hate people who throw cigarette buds outside their car windows&lt;br /&gt;77) I laugh hysterically if someone trips/falls in front of me. I know it's mean but I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;78) I think a dishdasha is the most flattering thing a man can wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/dishdasha.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) I once read a novel in Arabic and I absolutely loved it&lt;br /&gt;80) I hate 'banak' I think it's disgusting&lt;br /&gt;81) I adore fruits. Especially watermelons&lt;br /&gt;82) I don't like desserts with a fruity taste. I'm a chocolate kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;83) The watch I'm wearing has been on my wrist for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;84) I have never been on a diet for more than 2 weeks (inspired by OT) :-p&lt;br /&gt;85) I don't mind plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;86) I'm addicted to cosmopolitan&lt;br /&gt;87) I usually watch an episode a few times just to make sure I heard everything&lt;br /&gt;88) I love movie night with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;89) I also love school and any form of studying (except in Arabic)&lt;br /&gt;90) I don't like getting pedicures&lt;br /&gt;91) If you don't like my cat, you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;92) I think Arabic is the sexiest language&lt;br /&gt;93) I love waking up to messages and missed calls&lt;br /&gt;94) I think that for any relationship to work there has to be a decent amount of physical attraction&lt;br /&gt;95) I once slapped my sister a la soap opera slaps&lt;br /&gt;96) I'm really going to miss making lists once I'm done with this one&lt;br /&gt;97) I can eat an entire lorenzo pizza by myself but I can't eat more than one small portion of chicken machboos&lt;br /&gt;98) I think that everyone should go to school in their pajamas at least once in their life&lt;br /&gt;99) Our nanny has been with us for 17 years. She is like a second mother to me&lt;br /&gt;100) My birthday is on December 31st and I honestly believe that the whole world is celebrating my birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, isn't this a catchy song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that’s why birds do it&lt;br /&gt;Bees do it&lt;br /&gt;Even educated fleas do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Let's fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it remind you of Starsky and Hutch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115720361455074955?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115720361455074955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115720361455074955' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115720361455074955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115720361455074955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/09/100-things-about-me-final-part.html' title='100 things about me - Final part'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115713906252128789</id><published>2006-09-01T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:31:02.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me - Part 3</title><content type='html'>51) I'm a control freak&lt;br /&gt;52) I have never been up for 24 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;53) I hate it when people smoke&lt;br /&gt;54) I play my game boy when I drive and it drives my friend crazy&lt;br /&gt;55) I'm petrified of the sea&lt;br /&gt;56) I don't like kids&lt;br /&gt;57) I just bought 10 donuts, 1 cookie and a brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) I have bunny teeth&lt;br /&gt;59) Lorenzo is the only restaurant we go to on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;60) If someone doesn't pick up the phone, I keep calling until they do&lt;br /&gt;61) I don't know how to be mad in Arabic&lt;br /&gt;62) My dream is to move to Italy when I'm married&lt;br /&gt;63) I can eat Penne Arrabiatta everyday for lunch and dinner&lt;br /&gt;64) I hate hugs&lt;br /&gt;65) I can read more than one book at a time&lt;br /&gt;66) I hate it when people assume that because someone knows how to speak English they're westernized&lt;br /&gt;67) I'm scared of any kind of bug&lt;br /&gt;68) I've never broken a bone (mashallah)&lt;br /&gt;69) I don't like looking at pictures&lt;br /&gt;70) I don't think that swearing in a song is considered swearing&lt;br /&gt;71) I'm a Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;72) I have 3 tissue boxes in my car. My car is a coupe&lt;br /&gt;73) Sometimes I would say a word and it would sound odd so I'd repeat it. The more I repeat it the weirder it sounds until it gets to a point where I'm convinced it's wrong. 98% of the time it's right.&lt;br /&gt;74) I used to read the dictionary for fun&lt;br /&gt;75) I can't have more than 20 contacts on my msn list at all times. I have many accounts in order to even them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115713906252128789?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115713906252128789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115713906252128789' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115713906252128789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115713906252128789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/09/100-things-about-me-part-3.html' title='100 things about me - Part 3'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115705563456331774</id><published>2006-08-31T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:23:47.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.su-do-ku.org/puzzle/sudoku-104499.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.su-do-ku.org/puzzle/sudoku-104499.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) I once told a random guy that I thought he was pretty&lt;br /&gt;27) I love Zoolander&lt;br /&gt;28) I once wore a green ribbon on my wrist for a month&lt;br /&gt;29) Messages in my inbox annoy me. I have them categorized in folders&lt;br /&gt;30) One of my fantasies is meeting someone on an airplane&lt;br /&gt;31) My passion is Sudoku&lt;br /&gt;32) Skinny men scare me&lt;br /&gt;33) I clean out my room twice a month&lt;br /&gt;34) I have kept every card I've received since I was 11 in one big box&lt;br /&gt;35) Although I wear contacts, I love people who wear glasses. I think it makes them look sophisticated&lt;br /&gt;36) I have a half brother&lt;br /&gt;37) I loved the book 1984&lt;br /&gt;38) I hate olives&lt;br /&gt;39) I once hit a guy walking on the street. I was in my car&lt;br /&gt;40) I think that Kuwaiti women are the most beautiful in the world&lt;br /&gt;41) I'm very paranoid&lt;br /&gt;42) If someone on my msn list is always away when they're online, I delete them. It gets on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;43) I pity people who don't like Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;44) I think that my friend B's small (pinky?) toe is funny. She thinks it looks fine. (It doesn’t)&lt;br /&gt;45) I once sold frogs to a woman on the street&lt;br /&gt;46) I have a very dysfunctional family&lt;br /&gt;47) I don't cut my nails unless I get 3 complaints that they're too long&lt;br /&gt;48) I think red lipstick and really nice black mascara is all a girl needs&lt;br /&gt;49) I live in my heels&lt;br /&gt;50) I'm very good with faces. I still remember everyone who was with me in the 2nd grade. I say hi to them on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115705563456331774?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115705563456331774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115705563456331774' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115705563456331774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115705563456331774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/08/100-things-about-me-part-2.html' title='100 things about me - Part 2'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115697859449303949</id><published>2006-08-30T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:00:11.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me</title><content type='html'>Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I read books religiously&lt;br /&gt;2) I actually use the indoor/outdoor profile settings on my cell phone for when I'm indoors and outdoors&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't like fish but I eat it when it's served&lt;br /&gt;4) On the other hand, I eat sushi on an every day basis&lt;br /&gt;5) I love Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;6) My height is 165&lt;br /&gt;7) I have a pink room, a pink bean bag chair, pink blankets and a pink throw&lt;br /&gt;8) If I like the way a blogger writes I read all his/her previous posts even if they date back to 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;9) I've been in 6 schools excluding KU and the one I'm going to transfer to&lt;br /&gt;10) I hate all my friends' boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;11) I say very dirty words to people who nearly kill me on the road&lt;br /&gt;12) I make a shrugging move and pout whilst mouthing 'I'm sorry' when I nearly kill someone on the road&lt;br /&gt;13) I've had 12 speed cameras catch me in the past 8 months alone&lt;br /&gt;14) I get crushes on bloggers&lt;br /&gt;15) I'm currently reading a book called Freakonomics&lt;br /&gt;16) I like touching beneath my cats paws so much that I want a purse made out of them (not my cats paws, another cats paws)&lt;br /&gt;17) I get a –word of the day- email each day (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;18) I use that word in a sentence when I'm talking and then pretend that I've known it for a while&lt;br /&gt;19) I'm currently listening to The Cardigans – lovefool&lt;br /&gt;20) Smart men turn me on&lt;br /&gt;21) I can only read when I'm at a café or my bathroom&lt;br /&gt;22) My cat has taught me how to commit&lt;br /&gt;23) I love nip/tuck&lt;br /&gt;24) I think that John Travolta is the hottest man alive&lt;br /&gt;25) I'm an obsessive compulsive neat freak (and B will vouch for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/jazzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued..&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/22517931-115697859449303949?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115697859449303949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115697859449303949' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115697859449303949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115697859449303949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/08/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 things about me'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115685047714666661</id><published>2006-08-29T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:38:49.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Me Blind</title><content type='html'>Before I got my license, I wanted to get a pink car. Not a bright ohmygod-my-eyes kind of pink but a metallic pink. Once I got my license, it was still on my mind but I didn't actually go through with it. Now I'm sort of glad. I see the sudden outburst of colored cars and it is just revolting. Rarely do I see a pink car 'thabe6' il lon. It's either too pink or too bright or too light, and it just doesnt go well with all car models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following car is an example of what a nice pink paint job on a nice car would look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Car3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a decent color of pink and the color actually compliments the car. It's also for sale fa ham da3aya 7ag-hum li'ana they live nearby. :-p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following two cars are painted colors you should NEVER consider:&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/6946/2290/320/Car1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orange? Seriously, orange? no no, seriously? &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/6946/2290/320/Car2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is this color? It changes simultaneously. Is it blue? Is it purple? Why is it so shiny?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the owners of these cars (and friends who encouraged them) I am not trying to offend you. I am merely trying to offend your taste. I'm sorry but what were you thinking? Please TELL me. There is a lot more where this came from. I've seen baby purple cars, cars with 2 different colors, cars with bling-bling on the wheels. Where does it end? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although, if you actually like it then who am I to judge? In the end it's your car and this is just my personal opinion on the matter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt; For KD and all those interested in the pink porsche call 6155589 asap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115685047714666661?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115685047714666661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115685047714666661' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115685047714666661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115685047714666661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/08/color-me-blind.html' title='Color Me Blind'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115662942168510122</id><published>2006-08-26T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:11:15.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-taught Skills</title><content type='html'>First of all, a shout out to all the people who now know who I am. Thanks to my not-so-discrete use of my friends names and topics. Yes you :-p I've been quite busy for the past few weeks, and I'm still not done but I decided to keep this blog alive nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are in any way offended by the talk of masturbation then please refrain from reading this post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Masturbation.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write how B's nephew masturbates but I don't have the time nor the energy to look up children exhibitionists. I'd rather talk about masturbation in general. (Also inspired by another blogger who loves masturbating so much he got turned on when I told him my cat licks himself) – That was an exaggeration but the real version is pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not supposed to be sexual, it is merely me shedding some light on certain aspects of masturbation that I wasn't aware of. If you have more accurate information on the matter then please enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The word &lt;strong&gt;masturbation&lt;/strong&gt; is believed by many to derive from the Greek word &lt;em&gt;mezea&lt;/em&gt; ("penises") and the Latin &lt;em&gt;turbare&lt;/em&gt; ("to disturb")." – So apparently, masturbating is disturbing ones penis? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) What does Islam think of masturbation? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Istimna (استمناء) is the Arabic term for masturbation. Masturbation may only be done in fear of committing adultery, nor is it preferred (either getting married and fasting is suggested as alternatives) It is totally forbidden in the Shi'a sect, but the four Sunni schools of jurisprudence (known as 'mazaheb') have differing stances on the issue. Some consider it forbidden in all cases. Some see it forbidden in certain cases but obligatory in others. Another view is that it is 'makruh' but not expressly forbidden. Scholars of Islam do not approve of masturbation, except in extenuating circumstances."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Are there any benefits to masturbating?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is held in many mental health circles that masturbation can relieve depression and lead to a higher sense of self-worth + On July 16, 2003, an Australian research team led by Graham Giles of The Cancer Council published a medical study which concluded that frequent masturbation by males may help prevent the development of prostate cancer. The study also indicated that this would be more helpful than ejaculation through sexual intercourse because intercourse &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can transmit diseases that may increase the risk of cancer instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys and Girls:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Compulsive masturbation can be part of a sexual addiction syndrome"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115662942168510122?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115662942168510122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115662942168510122' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115662942168510122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115662942168510122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/08/self-taught-skills.html' title='Self-taught Skills'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115461472451183050</id><published>2006-08-03T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:32:25.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For lebanon</title><content type='html'>A relative of mine is part of 'majmoo3at wafaa' that are trying to raise money for lebanon. There will be a charity concert and market at the sheraton on the 13th and 14th of August (the concert will start at 7:30). The tickets cost 15 kd and they are sold at Virgin and through the contact numbers below. Everything from the artist to the seats at the sheraton will be free of charge, so rest assured that the entire price of your ticket will go to lebanon. Please help make a difference and spread the word around. I hope to see you all there. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1215/3383/1600/ShowLetter.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ندعوكم للمشاركة معنا في هذا الحفل الخيري الذي يحييه الفنان اللبناني شربل روحانا&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;والذي يعود ريعه لجهود إغاثة النازحين في لبنان&lt;br /&gt;13-14 أغسطس&lt;br /&gt;شيراتون الكويت&lt;br /&gt;تباع التذاكر لدى فيرجن - مرينا مول&lt;br /&gt;أو من خلال المجموعة على الأرقام التالية&lt;br /&gt;9421333&lt;br /&gt;9256555&lt;br /&gt;9021040&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faithlebanon.blogspot.com"&gt;www.faithlebanon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- also check out their blog for yourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115461472451183050?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115461472451183050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115461472451183050' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115461472451183050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115461472451183050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-lebanon.html' title='For lebanon'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115403475343600772</id><published>2006-07-27T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:21:10.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commander Commando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blackjackinc.com/ProductImages/ihb/sleepwear/ihb_panties_hiloser_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.blackjackinc.com/ProductImages/ihb/sleepwear/ihb_panties_hiloser_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Girls wear panties? My friends and I were discussing the need for panties a week ago. I mean yes we understand that men have to wear under garments for oh so many reasons but why do girls? That time of the month is an exception, but seriously is the reason behind panties lost on me (and B) for some reason? If you are aware of its benefits please enlighten us.&lt;br /&gt;One of my answers was that it was because sometimes when you're running to the bathroom a tiny droplet may beat you to it. Therefore, a material to hold all those droplets is in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to find the answer online, I came across the following link which I found to be quite informative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/board/about40792.html"&gt;http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/board/about40792.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently another reason is that it's fun! Why DO men like to wear womens underwear? Do men in Kuwait even wear women's underwear? Do they sneak into the laundry room when the maid isn't looking and try on their sisters panties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we all unite together against this uncalled for fad. Let us raise our panties over our heads and say NO! We will fight this with every resource (or lack of) we have. Let's go commando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you Miya Fushi for providing the following link. Yet another reason to go commando.  Operation Anti-Panti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicken-nugget-central.blogspot.com/2005/12/operation-anti-panti.html"&gt;www.chicken-nugget-central.blogspot.com/2005/12/operation-anti-panti.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This post is not meant to offend. It is all in light humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115403475343600772?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115403475343600772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115403475343600772' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115403475343600772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115403475343600772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/07/commander-commando.html' title='Commander Commando'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-115365730054972729</id><published>2006-07-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T05:21:40.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Extinct-Dodo</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in a while but I just didn't think I had anything interesting to say honestly. Hopefully this'll give me a push to start writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Male friend:&lt;/strong&gt; The Googster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Female friend:&lt;/strong&gt; B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Vacation:&lt;/strong&gt; Going to Safaga with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Time of day:&lt;/strong&gt; Right after lunch, when there are no good TV shows, no one online and absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Day of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Color crayon:&lt;/strong&gt; Green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Person you talked to that goes/went to your school:&lt;/strong&gt; Farah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Talked to on the phone:&lt;/strong&gt; Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Text:&lt;/strong&gt; A friend who's helping me with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Person who Instant Messaged:&lt;/strong&gt; Selma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What are you doing now:&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm online with my lunch right next to me, watching Dave the barbarian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Wearing:&lt;/strong&gt; Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Is:&lt;/strong&gt; the day my tutor is coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Got any plans:&lt;/strong&gt; Go get my transcripts from wherever they're at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Goal:&lt;/strong&gt; Make sure to leave school at 11:40 and not get lured by perverted professors who keep me till 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Dislikes about tomorrow:&lt;/strong&gt; Waking up at 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Number:&lt;/strong&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Song:&lt;/strong&gt; I love my bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Missing Someone:&lt;/strong&gt; No, although I'd enjoy it if my cousin came back from Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Regular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Wanting:&lt;/strong&gt; to stop worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUE/FALSE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a cuddler:&lt;/strong&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a morning person:&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a perfectionist:&lt;/strong&gt; True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an only child:&lt;/strong&gt; False.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently in my pajamas:&lt;/strong&gt; True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently pregnant:&lt;/strong&gt; False.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart:&lt;/strong&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am left handed:&lt;/strong&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am addicted to Blogging:&lt;/strong&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am online 24/7:&lt;/strong&gt; True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am very shy around the opposite gender:&lt;/strong&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can be paranoid at times:&lt;/strong&gt; True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I currently have a crush on someone:&lt;/strong&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I currently regret something that I have done:&lt;/strong&gt; True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy country music:&lt;/strong&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy smoothies:&lt;/strong&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone:&lt;/strong&gt; True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hard time paying attention at school/work:&lt;/strong&gt; True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hidden talent:&lt;/strong&gt; It's still hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn:&lt;/strong&gt; True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal:&lt;/strong&gt; False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Are you currently mad at someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Which of your friends has the worst temper?&lt;/strong&gt; I think it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, a piggy bank at my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Ever had something thrown at you?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes a remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. When you're mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream?&lt;/strong&gt; I suppose I stare angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCITEMENT&lt;br /&gt;1 Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are you easily excited?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What are you most excited about?&lt;/strong&gt; Leaving KU (if it happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought?&lt;/strong&gt; Aston Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you could have anything right now what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; GW University :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF-DISCOVERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Adorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Where were you born?&lt;/strong&gt; Kuwait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What’s your main goal in life?&lt;/strong&gt; Winning a Nobel prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How do you want to die?&lt;/strong&gt; Freak accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPINIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Sex before marriage?&lt;/strong&gt; If you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Gay Marriage?&lt;/strong&gt; Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Lower the Drinking age?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Recycling?&lt;/strong&gt; Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What was your latest dream?&lt;/strong&gt; Getting raped without the ability to yell or move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have any of your dreams come true?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?&lt;/strong&gt; Being in an old village with Nancy 3ajram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Straight, Gay, or Bi?&lt;/strong&gt; Straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Do you have a bf/gf?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Do you have a crush?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many beds did you lay in yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt; Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name one thing that you do everyday?&lt;/strong&gt; Use the longer way to get to wherever I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color are your walls?&lt;/strong&gt; Pink + White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can’t wait till…?&lt;/strong&gt; I leave KU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you saw your dad?&lt;/strong&gt; Around 2/3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;/strong&gt; A Salami sandwich from Panini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone?&lt;/strong&gt; I've borrowed shoes if that counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What website(s) do you visit the most during the day?&lt;/strong&gt; Hotmail, G-mail, Forums and Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Have you ever failed a class?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes twice. Both arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever not taken a shower for 3 days?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever slept with a night light?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever lied?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever had contacts?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I wear the same pair for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Have you ever tripped over something stupid?&lt;/strong&gt; Many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICK ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Samosa, Pakora, Kebab:&lt;/strong&gt; Kebab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Bollywood, Lollywood, Hollywood:&lt;/strong&gt; Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Love marriage, Arranged marriage:&lt;/strong&gt; Both are fine, but I'd prefer knowing the person first. Then again, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Honeymoon, no moon:&lt;/strong&gt; HoneymoonS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How many kids would u like 1,2, 3+:&lt;/strong&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Kulfi, Ice cream:&lt;/strong&gt; Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Shah ruk khan, Orlando Bloom:&lt;/strong&gt; Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Meenar-e-Pakistan, Eiffel Tower:&lt;/strong&gt; Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Lahore, Khi, Islambad:&lt;/strong&gt; Lahore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anyone who's still checking my blog; if I read a comment from you consider yourself tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-115365730054972729?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/115365730054972729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=115365730054972729' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115365730054972729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/115365730054972729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagged-by-extinct-dodo.html' title='Tagged by Extinct-Dodo'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114789351833153907</id><published>2006-05-17T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:39:12.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogophobic</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy with school and finals so I'm on a blogging break. I'll be back on the 31st but to keep you entertained till then here are two pictures that are an update to my previous picture post. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/3omal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/3omal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/3omal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love them? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Horsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/200/Horsey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids and their horseys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114789351833153907?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114789351833153907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114789351833153907' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114789351833153907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114789351833153907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogophobic.html' title='Blogophobic'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114589644507524158</id><published>2006-04-24T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:34:05.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purgery</title><content type='html'>I stole this from Don's Blog but I just thought it was really cool! I'm sorry Don :(  Also, I'm pretty sure Purgatory thinks that this post is about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for your entire life, including today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been dumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( x) Snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Met someone from the Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone sledging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been tickled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been robbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Petted a reindeer/goat/kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won a contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Run a red light/stop sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in a car crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt like an outcast/third person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had déjà vu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished mud through your bare feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on the opposite side of the world, or close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone roller-skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114589644507524158?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114589644507524158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114589644507524158' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114589644507524158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114589644507524158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/04/purgery.html' title='Purgery'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114580495211505914</id><published>2006-04-23T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T08:13:00.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Ice Cream Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>I took my friend P to my favorite ice cream parlour. I really &lt;3 the place. Since my taste buds refuse all flavours of ice cream except for chocolate, I naturally ordered Chocolate ice cream. P on the other hand, decided to order the exact same thing even though she's not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what resulted: (&lt;em&gt;I'm the one wearing orange, obviously&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/ice%20cream1.1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/ice%20cream2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/ice%20cream3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/ice%20cream4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/ice%20cream5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/ice%20cream5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We never litter but this was an exception! She got too lazy to finish it so it started dripping all over my car and her clothes. I just asked her to shove it out the window and we'll deal with the consequences later. The next day I passed by and it wasn't there which only means that the 3omal are back in business. More pics of them coming soon. &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/22517931-114580495211505914?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114580495211505914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114580495211505914' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114580495211505914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114580495211505914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-ice-cream-extravaganza.html' title='Our Ice Cream Extravaganza'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114513133201666366</id><published>2006-04-15T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T14:00:43.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Supper</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to &lt;strong&gt;Entrepreneur&lt;/strong&gt;, sorry it has no real value. I promise I'll write something better within the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are parts of a conversation that took place a few days ago at a restaurant. I was with my cousin and her friend. Let's call my cousin B and her friend XX. Oh and yes I know I gossip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: While I was waiting for you in the car, I overheard a girl talking to a guy and he was forcing her to go home or something, so I evesdropped heh.&lt;br /&gt;B: Don't you just hate controlling people?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;XX: Yeah. BTW is he her cousin or brother wila shino?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Madri but it was interesting. She was saying "nassoor nassoor" and he was apparently asking her to stop calling him that and to go back home or something because she replied with an "I can call you nassoor shfeeha? Ooh I told you I'll be back when I'm done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 15 minutes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's the girl I was telling you about!&lt;br /&gt;XX: Oh that's her? &lt;em&gt;*looks at girl passing by*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Who? &lt;em&gt;*turns and looks at girl*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX: Her! do you see anyone else B?&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh her. Shfeeha?&lt;br /&gt;Me: She's the one I was telling you about.&lt;br /&gt;B: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The girl with Nasser.&lt;br /&gt;B: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The girl I just told you about! Who was talking on the phone with a guy called Nasser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XX laughs hysterically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh okay inzain wainha?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you serious? TAWHA MARRAT!&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh heh I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In around 20 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX: Oh I know her!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You do? Shisimha?&lt;br /&gt;B: Who?&lt;br /&gt;XX: The girl.&lt;br /&gt;B: Which girl?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The one I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;B: Okay shfeha?&lt;br /&gt;XX: I know her!! HEFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In another 20 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX: I want Lamb Lettuce. Do you know where I can get it?&lt;br /&gt;B: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;XX: Lamb Lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lamb lettuce?&lt;br /&gt;XX: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;B: Lamb as in Sheeeeeeeeeeeep? (In a high-pitched extended tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XX laughing hysterically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me laughing hysterically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You meant to say Baaa and Sheep at the same time didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;B: Yeah. :I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XX still laughing hysterically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 10 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You guys, come closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;XX leans in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B stays where she is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Come closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B stays where she is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me COME CLOSER!&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B leans in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : You see the girl next to us?&lt;br /&gt;XX: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;B: Who?&lt;br /&gt;(I show her and then mention something about a cousin of ours)&lt;br /&gt;B: Who?&lt;br /&gt;XX: Yeah kamlay.&lt;br /&gt;B: La la7tha who?&lt;br /&gt;XX: B shfeech? I'm not even related to you and I got what she was talking about!&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh our cousin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me staring at B silently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm going to blog about this you know.&lt;br /&gt;XX: Can I be named XX?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying isn't she? You'd be talking about something regarding someone, then she'd ask who that someone is, after you answer her she'd be like "What about her/him?" Ya3ni I was just talking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, I thought I'd show you what happened AFTER the 3omal went on strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/3omal%20on%20strike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took them on a field trip! Lol I actually parked in the middle of the roundabout to take that picture! They look cute don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114513133201666366?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114513133201666366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114513133201666366' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114513133201666366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114513133201666366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-supper.html' title='The Last Supper'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114382799609142741</id><published>2006-03-31T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:03:31.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In Kuwait</title><content type='html'>Don't you ever wonder what the hell goes on in the mind of Kuwaiti's? Yes I am one, yet I don't understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few pictures I snapped. Sorry for the bad quality but I didn't have the time to get my camera out so the crappy cell phone photo's will have to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/kiiid%20on%20floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/kiiid%20on%20floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/kiiid%20on%20floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/kiiid%20on%20floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/kiiid%20on%20floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/kiiid%20on%20floor.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a boy praying? Right infront of a nightgown shop? What is this? Looks like he's going "Whyyy ME Whyyyyy Me" with his head in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/On%20strike.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/On%20strike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/On%20strike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3omal on strike? They look pretty cool don't they? I nearly crashed taking that picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Guy%20in%20car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Guy%20in%20car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a guy who in the middle of the road decided to suddenly stop the car, get out of the car, stand outside for a second, open the back door, look inside, then get back in the car and drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/couch%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/couch%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I love most of all! So I'm on my way on the 5th ring road going to the blajat Roundabout when I look left and I see this guy sitting on a couch just looking at cars go by. It was a wednesday night and it was CROWDED! Do you know the place ili ihdimoh sob dowar il jawazat? wain ako kila sand and debris? this guy decided to get a couch out there and instead of going to 'igezz' he brought the 'gezz' to him. Law makan 3indi reservations chan sifa6t ooh gi3adt wiyah. He looked so peaceful ooh mitrabe3 ba3ad. I named him Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/kid-watertank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/kid-watertank.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. Where would I be without a picture that depicts parenthood in Kuwait? 2 girls sitting on a water tank ON THE ROOF of their house. Pretending it's a horsey I'm assuming? With NO supervision whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for my trusty phone this post wouldn't have happened. Oh and the 'pink' was all me, incase you were wondering who the beautiful handwriting and arrows belonged to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114382799609142741?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114382799609142741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114382799609142741' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114382799609142741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114382799609142741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-in-kuwait.html' title='Only In Kuwait'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114366192041449353</id><published>2006-03-29T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:06:15.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride Him Cowgirl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lovepads.com/image/Couple-on-rugB6756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.lovepads.com/image/Couple-on-rugB6756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of my conference which was about marriage. The program was 4 days. I really enjoyed putting it together and watching it play out. Also, the cute couples that showed up made it all worth while. Especially the engaged ones! I don't really remember what the first 3 days were about because I was at the registration table and dealing with forms and guests. Although what I do know is that on the first day, the speaker was &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Wajdi Ghnaim&lt;/strong&gt; who spoke about marriage in a religious way? I guess. The second day was &lt;strong&gt;Iman Khalaf&lt;/strong&gt; whom spoke about how to organize your spending and salary, and &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Mohammad Al-Kandary&lt;/strong&gt; who spoke about something I don't get. Third day was &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Moussa Al juwaiser&lt;/strong&gt; who spoke about how married couples tend to think and how you can understand your spouse based on actions and expressions. There was also a Yoga setion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important day of all was today, the 4th day. Our speaker was &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Heba Qo6ub&lt;/strong&gt; who spoke about the sexual relationship between couples. I of course made sure to attend and write notes so that I can help my fellow bloggers and spread awareness. :P&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd rather this be written in Arabic because the lecture was in Arabic and so are some of my notes but I guess I'll just do the Arabic/English version because it takes me so long to type in Arabic. Sorry in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain points she talked about:&lt;br /&gt;-Men are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;-Motherhood is an instinct while fatherhood comes with practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also referred to the Quran, I will type that in Arabic then explain it the way she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;نساؤكم حرث لكم فأتوا حرثكم أنى شئتم وقدموا لأنفسكم واتقوا الله واعلموا أنكم ملاقوه وبشر المؤمنين&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part she talked about was the word {&lt;em&gt;nisa'ekum&lt;/em&gt;} and explained how this has to do with men being possessive and how it was meant to show them that it's talking about THEIR women. Then she says {&lt;em&gt;7arth lakum&lt;/em&gt;} tyee min an ya7ruth mithil il zira3a, and that they produce babies? Or something like that. {&lt;em&gt;Fa aatuu 7arthakum&lt;/em&gt;} is ina ya3ni bima anna the women are yours and intaw ta7rethonhum fa ya3ni ta3alaw ib hal 7arth or something very weird like that and it has to do with sex. {&lt;em&gt;aanna shi'tum&lt;/em&gt;} this part was elaborated very well or maybe I was just paying attention. She says that this has to do with the way sex is understood in Muslim communities. And that in order for you to have sex, you have to have three basics: 1) Al makan 2) Al zaman 3) Al kayfeya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al makan:&lt;/strong&gt; she kept saying ina we should change rooms and have sex in the kitchen and the shower. This enhances the marriage. We should also have sex in hotels and public bathrooms. Lol okay I added the public bathrooms bas ya3ni I guess if you're gonna do it in the kitchen then you might as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al zaman:&lt;/strong&gt; she said that the reason people associate sex with 'night' is because of an old jewish understanding that men aren't supposed to touch women in daylight and that also they shouldn't touch them when they're naked but have them wear something that covers their entire body with a hole in it. li'ana basically you only have sex for babies. Wth lol? The point is you should have sex at all times and wear whatever you want or lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al kayfeya:&lt;/strong&gt; she referred to sex positions and LOL she kept referring to 'girl on top' as the cowgirl position and I couldn't help but laugh! 7asaitni 13 year old in Biology! =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Also ti6areqat ila 7adeeth 3an ina rayal ra7 7ag il rasoul ooh gala ina ( bi hal mi3na) yigdar ina yidkhal ib murta min daberha, and then il rasoul –sallalahu3alaihiwasalam- gal ina idkhil 3alaiha min daberha fe qubulha? Or something similar to that. Which means ina the position would be min warah laken bil vagina and not anal. 3ala golat il lecturer 'doggystyle'. Inrid 7ag il aya. {&lt;em&gt;wa qademu li'anfusekum&lt;/em&gt;} itgool the reason it wasn't wa qademu li nisa'ekum or lil nisa' was because inrid wingool ina men are selfish and if that was how it was said then they wouldn't have done it. Bas by qademu it means foreplay and ina kither ma zad il foreplay kither ma zad min the pleasure of the woman ooh fee hal 7ala yizeed min the pleasure of the man himself fa that’s what qademu li'anfesekum means. {&lt;em&gt;wa itaqu allah wa3lamu anakum mulaquuh wa basher al mo'meneen&lt;/em&gt;} well its self explanatory bas ya3ni DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other points:&lt;br /&gt;-Women take longer to orgasm than men.&lt;br /&gt;-Men need to be sweet-talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, The Q&amp;A part of the lecture was by far the funniest and most interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Q1: Hal al tafkeer bi imra'a ukhra athna' al mo3ashara 7aram? Ay al khiyana al jinsiya?&lt;br /&gt;A: Radat 3alaiha ooh galat that that is called sexual fantasy and that it is 100% 7alal.It enhances the sex life. Also, that as long as it's a _FANTASTY_ there's no problem.She also mentioned that masochism and foot fetish (lol refer to one of my previous posts) are also 7alal and should be done if the husband miyoola chithe ba3ad shinsawi ya3ni! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2: How do we turn on a man? LOL&lt;br /&gt;A: Likul rajul 6areeqa mo3ayana and that we should ask the guy we're with 'what turns you on babe' and then use it. Oh and we should talk during sex to understand what our spouse likes and to make him understand what WE like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3: My husband likes to show public affection and likes to touch me in public and I always try to avoid it so will this affect our sex life?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, and that we shouldn't avoid it we should EMBRACE it. Nirja3 win3eed ina i7na 7idoodna il 7aram and as long as we're both enjoying it and it's not 7aram, mako moshkila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4: How many sex positions are there? And what are they? LOL&lt;br /&gt;A: Jawabha was that there are sites that illustrate them and that they are too many to mention or count. They depend on physicial fitness, height and weight. Also, some of them may be 7aram so we should always make sure to check what goes where! Oh and for the first 6 months of marriage we shouldn’t experiment with sex positions (this was new and helpful information to me) because the vagina at the beginning isn’t flexible and it might get ruptured or something. It needs practice and we should stick to 'missionary' and 'cowgirl' (lol her words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5: How do we know if our fiance is sexually challenged? &lt;- poor thing. A: She said that it is impossible to know before marriage laken after marriage it's itha makan feeh iqbal 3al jins and if (well obviously) it's bad and you don't orgasm most of the time if not all of it. Also, reasons of failure 3ind men are: khalal watheefi, khalal 3ithwi, khalal nafsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny questions were:&lt;br /&gt;1) How do we have sex in a swimming pool?&lt;br /&gt;2) Are there certain sex positions that determine if our baby will be a boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;3) I once peed right after having sex in front of my husband. Will this affect our sex life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was actually an interesting answer to number three but I'm just too tired. In the end, I'd like to thank &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Heba Qotub&lt;/strong&gt; for this informative lecture and if she's ever in Kuwait again, I'll let everyone know.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I haven't offended any readers, and I'm really glad that this lecture took place and that I helped make it happen because we really need sexual awareness in Kuwait. It's finally becoming a topic that can be discussed freely in conferences and lectures without the need for couples to feel ashamed or disgraced by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There was a story about a married man who went around having sex with the paid help (maids) and his wife was complaining. It was funny. There was also a story about a couple who didn't know that the woman was supposed to be pleasured or that there was such a thing as orgasm for her. That’s another post for another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114366192041449353?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114366192041449353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114366192041449353' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114366192041449353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114366192041449353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/03/ride-him-cowgirl.html' title='Ride Him Cowgirl!'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114340327772018679</id><published>2006-03-26T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:01:17.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Means Biz-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iesbarcelona.org/iesbarcelona/Amusement-parks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.iesbarcelona.org/iesbarcelona/Amusement-parks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to dowar il blajat when I turned left. I suddenly hit the brakes and the car came to a halt in -10000 seconds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell is Showbiz??&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;For those of you who don't know where/what Showbiz is. It's that really old amusement park that's next to The Scientific Center&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could they do this? This is Showbiz! Ihdimoh! Basically it's non-existant anymore. All the rides weren't there anymore, and it was just sand and debris everywhere. I parked on the side and just stared at it in shock. I had passed by it in the morning but I wasn't really aware that it was Showbiz for sure. Now it's gone and I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;My entire childhood was spent there and I distinctively remember the ride that looked like a worm that went through apples. I just don't understand why they would do it? I always used to see people there wamur wasma3 music. It's just too bad, shbuga min il thikrayat? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Hungry Bunny. Now, Showbiz! La ooh the best part is that it's not pronounced Showbiz, it's pronounced Showbeeeez. Akh I'm gonna miss that place. Haven't been there since I was like 5 but it was always nice to pass by. I also always assumed I would take my kids there!&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know why they tore it down? Or who's responsible? I'd like to have a talk with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I haven't been posting lately because I've been so busy with this conference I'm organizing at The Palms. I'd invite you all but registration is closed. Heh sorry. I'll try to get back to writing ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114340327772018679?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114340327772018679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114340327772018679' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114340327772018679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114340327772018679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-means-biz-ness.html' title='This Means Biz-ness'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114237232521802158</id><published>2006-03-14T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:38:45.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By The Shoosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lip.diaryland.com/images/tag01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://lip.diaryland.com/images/tag01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Shoosh so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name four jobs you have had in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1) Helper at KACCH&lt;br /&gt;2) Teller at CBK&lt;br /&gt;3) PR and Marketting officer at TSCK&lt;br /&gt;4) Assistant at D&amp;amp;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies you would watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1) Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;2) The Emperor's New Groove (That's a cartoon though)&lt;br /&gt;3) Grease&lt;br /&gt;4) Zoolander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you have lived in:&lt;br /&gt;1) Kuwait&lt;br /&gt;2) London&lt;br /&gt;3) Lebanon&lt;br /&gt;4) My car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1) Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;2) Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;3) Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;4) Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1) Japan&lt;br /&gt;2) Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;3) Austria&lt;br /&gt;4) France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites you visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.gmail.com"&gt;www.gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.pinkmoonboutique.com"&gt;www.pinkmoonboutique.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org"&gt;www.wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.hotmail.com"&gt;www.hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of your favourite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1) Penne Arabiatta&lt;br /&gt;2) Salmon sushi&lt;br /&gt;3) Chicken corn soup&lt;br /&gt;4) 7umus bil la7ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) In bed&lt;br /&gt;2) In my car&lt;br /&gt;3) With my cousin in Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;4) With my other cousin in NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd like to end this here. I suppose I have to tag someone!&lt;br /&gt;Four people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;-Homer&lt;br /&gt;-WWL&lt;br /&gt;-Dr.Lost&lt;br /&gt;-Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(none of you have to do this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114237232521802158?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114237232521802158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114237232521802158' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114237232521802158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114237232521802158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged-by-shoosh.html' title='Tagged By The Shoosh'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114202581706294994</id><published>2006-03-10T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:23:37.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abort The Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/v260/goddess_raven79/icons/pregnant_women_bases/th_pregnant_095.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="320" alt="" src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/v260/goddess_raven79/icons/pregnant_women_bases/th_pregnant_095.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently reading an article on CNN. It was about how South Dakota banned abortion. I was very appalled by it. Actually appalled would be an under-statement. I'm furious! A friend of mine mentioned that it was because they were trying to reach a population target. Hmm, so?&lt;br /&gt; I'm some what fine with them banning abortion, IF and only IF they left the option open for rape victims. After I read that they weren't going to make any exceptions, I just got even more infuriated! Can you imagine being raped by your brother? Then finding out that you're pregnant with his child? and if that's not bad enough. You have to keep the baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few reasons why I think that this is complete bullshit:&lt;br /&gt;1) Children resulting from incest will most likely be handicapped or mentally-disabled.&lt;br /&gt;2) No woman would want to keep a baby that resulted from her being raped! Is that a story you'd want to tell your child when they grow up?&lt;br /&gt;3) Most of these babies will end up on the street or given up for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;4) Thinking in the long run, Adoption agencies don't have the capacity to hold that many babies. And raise them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MAYBE_ they're trying to spread public awareness to the consequences of having unsafe sex. I guess couples who just happened to get pregnant will have to deal with it. Bas shino thanb hal maskeena who got raped? Shino thanb hal baby ili bi3eesh bidoon om or a proper father figure to live up to? Shino thanb hal adoption agencies wili yishtaghloon feehum? Shino thanb hal generation ili bi3eeshoon with the outcomes of this stupid-ass law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically they're getting a generation of handicaps and adoptions. gal3a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114202581706294994?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114202581706294994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114202581706294994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114202581706294994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114202581706294994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/03/abort-law.html' title='Abort The Law'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114104723302359524</id><published>2006-02-27T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T05:33:53.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://students.ou.edu/K/Tamara.L.Knox-1/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://students.ou.edu/K/Tamara.L.Knox-1/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago, a really great friend of mine decided that he didn't want to be friends anymore. I wasn't even aware that was an option. I never knew friends could be un-friend-ed. He gave me some stupid reason about how it wasn't him OR me. I don't even understand half of it! I was so overwhelmed that I didn't put up a fight or anything. I just said that I deserved better from a &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; and I believe I do! I mean if we were in a relationship, I'd understand how not being together would be an option, but friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started thinking. Who are my real friends? Not the ones I go out with, or the ones I went to school with, or the ones I saw everyday at work, but genuine friends. Do I have a lot of those? Who knows all my secrets? Who can blackmail me with all the criminal acts I've committed? Who understands the way I speak? (I use the words: yinshighil and yinsar, amongst others) Who can make me cry using one word? and Laugh using another? Who understands the way I see things and analyze them? Who can I play solitaire showdown till the wee hours of the morning with? This friend of mine, knew all of that and yet he decided to not be friends? HOW do people not become friends? What do you suddenly pretend like you never knew each other? Cut them out of your conversations? Cut them out of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very appalled by this behavior. Using the word stunned is an under-statement. I just don't understand how you can not be friends with someone? I understand fights! If you have an argument with someone and are so angry at each other that you don't even want to see each other again. That's reasonable. Yet, when there was no fight and no dispute whatsoever. Deciding to just not be friends? "Oh, it's just not working." WTH IS THAT? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My search for a true friend starts tonight (after the adeaters show) any takers? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114104723302359524?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114104723302359524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114104723302359524' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114104723302359524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114104723302359524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/02/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114064289139994891</id><published>2006-02-22T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:14:51.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind Of Fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.calodox.scene.org:8080/photos/caloweek082002/caloshoes_fetishism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.calodox.scene.org:8080/photos/caloweek082002/caloshoes_fetishism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Homer's phobia list. I decided to blog about the oddest kinds of fetishisms I've heard about. (also my favorite!) Where to start! There are so many that I love. lol&lt;br /&gt;For those who are unaware of what I'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paraphilia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;is a term that describes sexual arousal in response to sexual objects or situations which may interfere with the capacity for reciprocal affectionate sexual activity. However it is important to notice that the term can and is also used to imply "less mainstream sexual practices" but without necessarily negatively implying any dysfunction or 'wrongness'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;- Balloon fetishism&lt;br /&gt;- Foot fetishism&lt;br /&gt;- Lipstick fetishism&lt;br /&gt;- Robot fetishism&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe fetishism&lt;br /&gt;- Spandex fetishim&lt;br /&gt;- Diaper fetishism&lt;br /&gt;- Copropholia - sexual attraction to feces&lt;br /&gt;- Urolagnia - sexual attraction to urine&lt;br /&gt;- Emetophilia - sexual attraction to vomit&lt;br /&gt;- Eproctophilia - sexual attraction to flatulence&lt;br /&gt;- toonophilia - sexual attraction to cartoons&lt;br /&gt;- necrophilia - sexual attraction to corpses&lt;br /&gt;- necrozoophilia - sexual attraction to the corpses of animals :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said. What's YOUR favorite fetish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114064289139994891?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114064289139994891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114064289139994891' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114064289139994891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114064289139994891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-kind-of-fetish.html' title='My Kind Of Fetish'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114037797403745644</id><published>2006-02-19T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:43:21.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purple Know-It-All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gre.ac.uk/~ee01/pics/barney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="471" alt="" src="http://www.gre.ac.uk/~ee01/pics/barney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with my friend X again to discuss yet another hot topic. Before we sat down, we decided to rush to the bathroom to re-apply. As we entered the bathroom a few girls were leaving so we opened the door for them. Being the typical girls they are, they just rushed past us. No thank you, not even a smile! So we came to realize how this society promotes rudeness. I don't remember the last time someone asked me to "please hold the elevator door". All I see is a hand springing in between those sliding doors to prevent them from closing. Did they not get the memo that there's a &lt;em&gt;button&lt;/em&gt; that does that nowadays? I don't even recall the last time I heard a thank you for opening the door. I do get it occasionally from girls but never from a guy. Opening the door for you does not entitle you to my number (something they seem to not have gotten the memo about either) yet I do expect some sort of recognition for it!&lt;br /&gt;When will they learn? Ya3ni it's okay for them to follow me around like cattle and throw obscene and crude remarks at me, yet it's '7aram' to say thank you when I actually open the door which is a nice gesture BTW. Sometimes I understand the lack of manners laiman I randomly hold the door open for the person behind me without even turning. &lt;strong&gt;LAKEN &lt;/strong&gt;when I take the time to actually open the door for someone the least they can do is smile. La' and at one time I overheard a guy saying "hatha wana il rayal mafrooth ana ili afta7lech il bab". Okay you weren't lazy enough to say that now were you?! :(&lt;br /&gt;You can tell how upset I am writing this. I wasn't even aware of this problem (maybe because I got used to it?) till my friend pointed it out today. She's completely right. I learned basic &lt;em&gt;Please and thank you&lt;/em&gt; methods when I was 4 from Barney and his friends. Do they not have an arabic version of it? Isn't it called Morocco il sagheera or something?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note. I realized today that my Arabic is getting better! When I was uploading the last episode of season 1 of Prison Break, the following conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; This episode ought to be good since that guy what-chu-ma-call-him was killed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;X:&lt;/em&gt; Oh, he didn't die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; F*** you?? Laish 7iragtay il episode 3alay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;X:&lt;/em&gt; Why did I "burn" it for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did I hear that phrase from? How did I decide to use it all of a sudden? A simple 'Why'd you ruin it for me' would have done nicely. Also, if X is reading this. I'm sure you'll get a chance to "&lt;strong&gt;Kill&lt;/strong&gt; the guy's ass" ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114037797403745644?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114037797403745644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114037797403745644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114037797403745644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114037797403745644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/02/purple-know-it-all.html' title='The Purple Know-It-All'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114029115045072525</id><published>2006-02-18T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:41:20.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.softdoc.es/guia_madrid/comer/imagenes/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.softdoc.es/guia_madrid/comer/imagenes/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all my posts can be sophisticated and interesting. (hah I've only had two) I've decided to list 10 things I hate as apposed to 10 things I love. Enjoy. (This post is a result of #8 on the hate list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 things I hate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate it when I can't find my slippers first thing in the morning. As a result, I have to wait in bed till my nanny brings me a substitute.&lt;br /&gt;2) I hate the fact that whenever I listen to my &lt;em&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;/em&gt; CD, the streets are jammed and I can't speed. :(&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate it when I overhear my mother drinking soup. *slurp*&lt;br /&gt;4) I hate it when I cancel a lunch date just to have lunch at home. Only to find out that my family went ahead and ate without me!&lt;br /&gt;5) I hate driving in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;6) I hate it when it takes me more than 10 minutes to complete a Su Doku puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;7) I hate olives.&lt;br /&gt;8) I hate the feeling when no one is on msn, I have no e-mails, everyone is busy, there's nothing good on T.V, I have no homework, and there's no food.&lt;br /&gt;9) I hate Susan on Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;10) I hate reading a book only to realize half-way that it's not as good as I hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 things I love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love waking up an hour before I'm supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;2) I love salmon sushi. -I'm in the mood for some right now.&lt;br /&gt;3) I love getting in bed after a really cold shower to find the sheets all warm and crispy.&lt;br /&gt;4) I love unexpectedly finding dessert in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;5) I love getting more than one SMS at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;6) I love tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;7) I love snuggling up to my mother when she's swamped with work.&lt;br /&gt;8) I love having lots of homework (so true)&lt;br /&gt;9) I love making up odd answers to very serious questions.&lt;br /&gt;10) I love making useless lists and filling out stupid questionnaires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114029115045072525?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114029115045072525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114029115045072525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114029115045072525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114029115045072525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/02/10-things.html' title='10 things'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114020288551108336</id><published>2006-02-17T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:41:39.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Subconsciously Racist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ferris.edu/news/jimcrow/question/nov04/whites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ferris.edu/news/jimcrow/question/nov04/whites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it we've all seen the movie &lt;em&gt;Crash, &lt;/em&gt;no? The scene where Sandra Bullock holds onto her husband when she sees two african american youngsters walking towards her was emphasized a lot, and stirred up a bit of controversy. It does make you think doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have read the book &lt;em&gt;Blink &lt;/em&gt;by Malcolm Gladwell, you don't have to read the next paragraph. It was literally one of my most favorite books. It basically talks about what happens in the blink of an eye or something similar to that. He starts by explaining that the unconscious mind is in an infinite and continuous state of judging. Talking about his experiences with long hair and how cops used to pull him over and interrogate him, believing that he was a rapist because he fit the physical profile. In the book he emphasizes on racism and how we are all on one level or another racists. To prove this theory of his, he took the IAT (Implicit Association Test) which is a test that makes connections between pairs of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;The surprise was that more than 80% of all those who have ever taken the test end up having pro-white associations! Which means that it takes them longer to associated good words with the word 'black'. The test goes to prove that our unconscious attitudes may be utterly incompatible with our conscious values. Does it sound far-fetched? Try it for yourselves. (I sure did)&lt;br /&gt;www.implicit.harvard.edu (click on demonstration --&gt; Take the Race IAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ared wagool, Are we subconsciously racist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114020288551108336?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114020288551108336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114020288551108336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114020288551108336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114020288551108336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-you-subconsciously-racist.html' title='Are You Subconsciously Racist?'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114011076904676097</id><published>2006-02-16T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T09:26:09.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Execute Or Not To Execute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/1600/Wentworh%20miller2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6946/2290/320/Wentworh%20miller2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I've been addicted to Prison Break. Not only because Wentworth Miller is the cutest thing there is but also, because it's been a while since I've seen a really GOOD show. I mean yes, Desperate Housewives, Lost, and 24 are all fine. Yet what I love about it is that it doesn't appeal to you in the way those shows do. It has a new twist to it basically and keeps you wanting more after each episode!&lt;br /&gt;What I'd like to talk about though is something completely different. I was with a friend a few days back, let's call her X. So, X and I were having dinner and suddenly the conversation heated up after we overheard a discussion between a couple of guys about execution. My friend and I had completely contradicting thoughts on it. (I won't get into how I think execution is against every single human right and should be abolished, because apparently I'm the only one who thinks so) What we argued about was the fact that X thinks that execution should be publicized, so that people learn from others' mistakes. I on the other hand, am completely against it. I think that pictures and articles on a certain execution is just too vulgar. Honestly, everyone has the right to atleast some sort of privacy during their last hours of life. La' and what's worse is when it becomes a spectacle and il mokan maftoo7 to the public? wth is that? I'd like to hear another point of view on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winrid 7ag Wentworth miller &lt;3 akh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114011076904676097?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114011076904676097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114011076904676097' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114011076904676097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114011076904676097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-execute-or-not-to-execute.html' title='To Execute Or Not To Execute?'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22517931.post-114004049720742977</id><published>2006-02-15T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:54:57.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where It Starts</title><content type='html'>aah My first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I'm not in a thinking mood at the moment. The only reason I decided to even start a blog of my own was because basically everyone's doing it. I was starting to feel left out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have lot's of things to say though. This will not be one of those blogs where relationships/coffee and 'gezz' turn into controversial debates. Nor will it be a very highly sophisticated blog where you actually need to turn off your ipod so that you can grasp the true intentions of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be something you read before you're off to work (or school) for a few laughs maybe. An interesting debate here and there. SOME snapshots. with that thought and without further a due..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome you to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;7ayakum allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22517931-114004049720742977?l=adorra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/feeds/114004049720742977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22517931&amp;postID=114004049720742977' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114004049720742977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22517931/posts/default/114004049720742977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adorra.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-it-starts.html' title='Where It Starts'/><author><name>adorra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17030432341786164777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
