<?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-14205119</id><updated>2011-12-01T00:08:14.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneousnessity</title><subtitle type='html'>Rien d&amp;#39;especial.. relax, kick back &amp;amp; feel at ease *^_^*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-8812293268328930238</id><published>2010-12-21T07:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:54:06.010Z</updated><title type='text'>The Return...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBcn0AU3QI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2sW_rup2vRM/s1600/Back2Land.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBcn0AU3QI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2sW_rup2vRM/s400/Back2Land.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553040179592486146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure”&lt;br /&gt;William Feather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-8812293268328930238?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/8812293268328930238/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=8812293268328930238' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/8812293268328930238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/8812293268328930238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2010/12/return.html' title='The Return...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBcn0AU3QI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2sW_rup2vRM/s72-c/Back2Land.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-7029965975023792502</id><published>2010-12-21T07:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:37:30.204Z</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBYtS2VMQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/tLn8cWVc0es/s1600/Qartaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBYtS2VMQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/tLn8cWVc0es/s400/Qartaba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553035875724898562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who has a why to live can bear almost any how."&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-7029965975023792502?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/7029965975023792502/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=7029965975023792502' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/7029965975023792502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/7029965975023792502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-who-has-why-to-live-can-bear-almost.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBYtS2VMQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/tLn8cWVc0es/s72-c/Qartaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-8637248781873562091</id><published>2007-07-27T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:35:10.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-8637248781873562091?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/8637248781873562091/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=8637248781873562091' title='38 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/8637248781873562091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/8637248781873562091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/07/bye-bye-grandpa.html' title='Bye Bye Grandpa'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-3385281837678889505</id><published>2007-06-25T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:54:01.248Z</updated><title type='text'>Only for A-Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079998964524484402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/Rn_IJKvVhzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SrHM9YEVbwc/s200/pBoardme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Available or Single: what's the difference?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Best friend: Nat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Cake or Pie: laish mo icecream? well I'll have to say Cake then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Essential Items: Camera? Chocolate? I can't think!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Favorite Color: Ah too moody to decide, one minute it's red next minute it's grey, then another it's baby blue.. moodswing queen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- Gummi bears or Worms: gummy bears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- Home town: that's a tricky one! I don't really know where home is :) maybe SF? maybe Kuwait? maybe Lebanon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8– Indulgence: shopping baby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9- January or February: January&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10– Kids: blekh! you have to be a very special kid for me to love you, can't stand them, parents, keep your kids away from me, I kick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11– Life: I like the idea of experiencing it :) am loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12- Marriage: definatly not an ambition, if it happens it happens :) not a must, career comes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13- Number of siblings: 2 brothers and a sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14- Orange or Apple: madri! moodswings takeover again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15– Phobias: ... can I list what am not phobic about? less time I assure you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16- Favorite Quote: treat as wanna be treated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17- Reason to Smile: a good gather :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18– Season: you guessed it, moooooddswinnnggg, I love summer only when am at the beach, but I llllove my winter clothes so .. it's a tie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19- Tag three people: madri kel obohom entaggaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20- Unknown fact about me: it's unknown for a reason ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21- Worst habit: I forget!!! I could forget instantly you can't believe it! you'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22- Your favorite food: Pasta, so Italian, I also love lebanese food.. yummm taboule..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23- Zodiac: Taurus b3eed 3ankom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now something to remember from my birthday party :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079997590134949634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/Rn_G5KvVhwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hITJ9ySqjxo/s200/pBirthdayGirl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes Sir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079998955934549778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/Rn_IIqvVhxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/o-KuTOhmces/s200/p28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;don't I have the coolest friends?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079998964524484386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/Rn_IJKvVhyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Oq3b2GhLJhw/s200/pBalloon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WhitestWing I did not disappear I am just so addicted to my work that I don't have time anymore to post, I am alive and not really "quitting" something as harmless as blogging :) I do howsoever miss you so much, why did we stop our Friday thing? I love our Friday thing! mowah hugs and kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-3385281837678889505?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/3385281837678889505/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=3385281837678889505' title='15 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/3385281837678889505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/3385281837678889505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-for-beer.html' title='Only for A-Beer'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/Rn_IJKvVhzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SrHM9YEVbwc/s72-c/pBoardme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-1841766674515242955</id><published>2007-05-13T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-13T08:00:03.762Z</updated><title type='text'>27-&gt;28-&gt;</title><content type='html'>it's my birthday today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-1841766674515242955?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/1841766674515242955/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=1841766674515242955' title='42 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/1841766674515242955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/1841766674515242955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/05/27-28.html' title='27-&gt;28-&gt;'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-9218049854100393616</id><published>2007-04-15T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-16T09:12:37.078Z</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geryes Haibe May 1977 - April 2007&lt;br /&gt;Luccia Haibe Feb 2007 - April 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 13th 2007, a night Nathaly will always remember, where she came out of the terrible car accident with only an injured arm, a dislocated shoulder yet no longer a wife or a mother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mad world, which unfairly lost 2 precious souls that day, I never met baby Luccia, she was born 6 months after I came back from Lebanon, I wish I had, Geryes however is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(was)&lt;/span&gt; a very good friend of mine who I counted as a brother in difficult times.. even sometimes a father for the wise man he was, the carring friend he was, the fun company I'll always remember..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell my friend, may your soul rest in peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaly.. what can I say.. sorry for your loss, and ours.. really sorry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-9218049854100393616?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/9218049854100393616/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=9218049854100393616' title='339 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/9218049854100393616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/9218049854100393616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/04/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>339</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-5469735986525207444</id><published>2007-04-01T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:59:21.414Z</updated><title type='text'>Me?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When The People Spoke 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048585949976647490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RhAuLEZi10I/AAAAAAAAAOM/5ocDID3uyO4/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it scared me a little bit to see my people go through so much mess on their own, I heard of the orange ones last year yet I hear about the blue ones for the first time today, shocking! I missed out on the action as I used to be working abroad during the incident, loved the devotion, felt like being there, great job monsieur Amer, straight to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babiest cousin the one &amp; only beautiful Phoenix &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;who to me is still only 2&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; tagged me, I usually don't do tags but this one I do with a huge smile on my face just for you sweetness =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so 10 weird things about me huh? only 10? but I don't know what's weird to others everything seems 3adi to me! I'll just put down stuff people run away from me due to.. shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... aaaaaand GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (ma3arf ajamel) Unlike you baby cousin I have so much face expressions they even have a mind of their own, I can NOT hide how I feel it just lays right there on my face, hate acting like I like you when I don't, live with it, so don't try to make me hate you unless you really want me to, cause I willingly will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dance in elevators and sizing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I weight myself every morning, I never want to stop losing weight till am like 0 kilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Like you sugar I am much better friends with boys than I am with girls, girls are such dramaqueens! with all the moodyness and all it's just not worth it! =P for those who don't believe in friendship between opposite sex, I am your living proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can go on 5 days diet liquids, not easy but possible, done that twice, hesitation on doing it again, any volunteers? it's good for your.. I forgot what it's good for but it's good for something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I cry over stupid things, no really, I once cried over a beer commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I self treat myself when am in physical pain, hate Doctors, no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I worry about my dear ones way too much, my family &amp;amp; my cat mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have a ouija board that am too afraid to try, it glows in the dark too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am myself, I don't lie I don't see the point of it, to many out there even close ones find this weird.. I really don't give a flying rat's ass =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sugarpie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hugz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-5469735986525207444?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/5469735986525207444/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=5469735986525207444' title='26 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/5469735986525207444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/5469735986525207444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/04/me.html' title='Me?...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RhAuLEZi10I/AAAAAAAAAOM/5ocDID3uyO4/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-2006213057308995098</id><published>2007-03-21T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:31:01.165Z</updated><title type='text'>Surprize Surprize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Don't Need a Man ... or Want One!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044338124188384034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RgEWzEM1eyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YMQn3al2oS4/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Generally, you're very happy being a single woman.And anyone who has a problem with that... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, that's there problem!&lt;/strong&gt; (HELL YEAH!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not that you wouldn't share your life with the almost perfect guy.You simply won't settle though. Your life is too good to share with some substandard man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what do you know! Those test are somewhat accurate! To those who worry about me, see? No reason to worry =} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT: 10pt arial" href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/doyouneedamanquiz" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Give it a Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-2006213057308995098?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/2006213057308995098/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=2006213057308995098' title='43 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/2006213057308995098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/2006213057308995098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/03/surprize-surprize.html' title='Surprize Surprize...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RgEWzEM1eyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YMQn3al2oS4/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-3764057436608175401</id><published>2007-03-09T20:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:09:02.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Sucks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RfG90-jghmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qbR2PQdoyy8/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040018175847073378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RfG90-jghmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qbR2PQdoyy8/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;regardless of everything I heard, I had hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got a new cell after finally deciding what I want, since I already have a couple of things to take care of in Marina Mall I thought I'd pass by Virgin &amp; buy it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stood there for good 20 minutes before somebody finally came to my assistance, after apologizing for not having the color I wanted &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"white"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I decide yeah whatever a cell phone is a cell phone, am going for the &lt;em&gt;granite&lt;/em&gt;, so the guy went, got a box that didn't look so new, I am still okay, he opens it &amp;amp; it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"white"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;You're lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" he said as he closes the box again &amp; took it to the cashier who was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;THE SLOWEST PERSON ON THIS PLANET!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yanenatny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yey am lucky! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I got home, all excited can't wait for the device to charge &amp;amp; get it all discovered wohoo.. I opened the box, find that the charger is not rolled up properly "indicating that it's been used" &amp; the battery is not even in its plastic bag.. I assumed maybe the guy wanted to check that everything is in there so he probably did it unintentionally, I start charging the cell, check in after 5 minutes to find it charged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The my friend brought up a point "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sponts! Was the device even wrapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?" he was right! it wasn't! I look as closely as a naked eye can &amp;amp; yes ladies &amp; gentlemen, the dork gave me a display device without mentioning it to me, I don't know how any of you would take it but I do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; like to have anything from display stand, plus the cell refused my SIM card, for some really odd reason it wouldn't accept my Kuwaiti line, but it would accept my other lines from other countries.. what the hell was that!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went today, to return it.. the hassle begins here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cashier: &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am returning this, you gave me a returned box &amp;amp; a device that was on display without telling me that it was, plus it doesn't accept my chip, do your thing &amp; give me my money back please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cashier: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ofcourse, let me get you the guy in charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The guy in charge comes in &amp;amp; you can tell from his face he does not have the intention of making your day any brighter.. he asked what's the problem &amp; I explained again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The guy in charge: &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am sorry ma'am I can't help you, the manager is not here &amp;amp; I am do not have the authority to decide on this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me (getting all unhappy) : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not my problem, find a loupe to fix what your friend did yesterday I do not have all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The guy incharge: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;okay okay I will call him &amp; see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I go back to the cashir since he seemed to know his way around &amp;amp; told him that the guy incharge is not making things better, so he says he's going to call for a manager to help me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me (trying to compromise):&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if exchanging it with another cell helps I am willing to do this just don't take too long please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15 minutes later a girl comes (also a cashier) &amp; asks me why do I want to return this.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOSH NOT AGAIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got really really pissed at the world after 4o minutes, I was like "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Screw it! Give me my money back I do not want anything from you people! what kind of treatment is this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Lady: &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sure, you have the bill?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: (!!!) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Lady (all smiley) : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Here's your money thanx for shopping come again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never go through that sort of crap anywhere else! what the hell is wrong with these people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-3764057436608175401?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/3764057436608175401/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=3764057436608175401' title='29 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/3764057436608175401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/3764057436608175401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/03/virgin-sucks.html' title='Virgin Sucks...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RfG90-jghmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qbR2PQdoyy8/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-1078812388138461530</id><published>2007-03-01T05:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:38:56.722Z</updated><title type='text'>BangBang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My baby cousin called me on my way out of work "&lt;em&gt;We're going shooting&lt;/em&gt;" she screamed "&lt;em&gt;Come you'll so love it&lt;/em&gt;" .. she has been going there alot &amp; I was getting all excited about it specially when she showed me the bodies&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"it's what we call the piece you shoot, only after shooting it of course"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036837140805252386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/ReZwsXkw9SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RaG_TsgD8c0/s400/shootinrange.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I hesitate knowing that I just left work &amp; I may need like an hour to like rest a little &amp;amp; to be in the right mood, but my cousin was all like no let's go no let's go, so I picked her up &amp; went on our way with a couple of her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The place felt so deadly cold, like a hospital, you know how creepy these places are? so dead &amp;amp; cold! We sign some papers just incase we shoot someone or ourselves the place is not responsible for our action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036837132215317778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/ReZwr3kw9RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/w-sJcCCo_1Y/s400/shooting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got the headset to plug our ears &amp; went into the shooting range where some people were shooting, then I get out, Yes sirry, I freaked out :) the bang bang thing? so not me, I am jumpy, &amp;amp; the sound the guns make freaks me out bigtime, hell the sound a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;balloon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when it pops makes my heart race! What on earth was I thinking!! I hated the little guns, the 9mm and those they were so .. personal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036837140805252418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/ReZwsXkw9UI/AAAAAAAAANM/5puJngpVFSs/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then my cousin felt bad so they offered to try the sniper's guns, me thinking okay maybe those are friendlier.. let's give it a shot &lt;-- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hehe give it a shot :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; aaanyways, yeah it didn't get anybetter, there was this guy who was using this gun that made a sound that scared me from behind the glass off the shooting range, I do not want to know what that sounds like inside!! so my cousin's friends asked to have an empty range "I know" so that I can try, 3ashan la7ad yekhare3ny, &amp; they got me one of those that don't make so much noise "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or so they said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" from behind the glass it didn't &amp;amp; I was like yeah I could do that! I asked my friend to shoot one shot infront of me just to know what to expect.. she did, I freak out, I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036837140805252402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/ReZwsXkw9TI/AAAAAAAAANE/mkBTX0liVwo/s400/sniper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't laugh but I think guns remind me alot of the invasion, the sound they made took me back &amp;amp; the images of what these toys did came rushing into my head like a poorly produced movie, I don't want to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-1078812388138461530?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/1078812388138461530/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=1078812388138461530' title='31 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/1078812388138461530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/1078812388138461530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/03/bangbang.html' title='BangBang...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/ReZwsXkw9SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RaG_TsgD8c0/s72-c/shootinrange.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-6290665385808162163</id><published>2007-02-24T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:01:17.044Z</updated><title type='text'>Mabrook?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do people expect us to congratulate them for wearing Hejab?! Don't get me wrong I don't have anything against it I think it's a &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; choice to go for it or not, but Me, why do &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;have to congratulate you? Cause you reached your holy destination? really? so you're all goody good now? wait now how would I know that you did it for&lt;em&gt; "why it's supposed to be worn"&lt;/em&gt;? when many wore it for the unholy reasons? wanna hear some?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.Her husband said after the 2nd child &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so if they never had a seond child??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.Her dad wants her to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.She hates her hair/She has bad hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.To protect it from the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.All of her friends wore it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.She had a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.Her teacher scared her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.It looked really really nice on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.Her boyfriend said he'd marry her if she wore it (I swear I got that, should have seen my face) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; my personal fave: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tararararrarara...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madri, chithey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:) &lt;-- that's a reason I heard many many times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I'll wear it one day, but I wonder what will my reason be, will let you know, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to get into what wearing hijab stands for to whomever wears it since it obviously means different meanings to many, according to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's worn, &lt;strong&gt;with some hair showing? with neck showing? with ears showing? with cleavage showing? with mini skirts &amp; boots?! with tights? see through? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;شخليتولنا؟ احنا اللي سفور ما انمصخها كثرهم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not saying that I am okay with what some sofoor girls wear either, but they're not &lt;em&gt;disrespecting what they represent&lt;/em&gt;, I terribly disagree on what many supposedly met7ajbat now adays wear, very very impertinent &lt;em&gt;yet shows which reason was your choice based&lt;/em&gt; on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035168939791749858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/ReCDeSheEuI/AAAAAAAAALw/TcE0bpBdNJM/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;يا زين اللي يلبسونه عن اقتناع ذاتي واختيار شخصي.. تحياتي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a different story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate holidays, specially those where you have to spend it indoors since outdoors involves alot of maskhara &amp; halaga &amp;amp; people opening your car door to spray you with foam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035173367903032082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/ReCHgCheExI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vn7eggrzBeU/s400/national.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture taken from Miskan's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha Ha you jerkfaces, very funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 25th &amp; 26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;th everybody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035167604056920786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/ReCCQiheEtI/AAAAAAAAALo/ByfIGcZ8Rk8/s320/flag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.O.F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wanna do me a favor you guys? if you see our flag on the floor in the streets pick it up, I did so I know you can, unless you don't care then whatever :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-6290665385808162163?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/6290665385808162163/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=6290665385808162163' title='42 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/6290665385808162163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/6290665385808162163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/02/mabrook.html' title='Mabrook?!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/ReCDeSheEuI/AAAAAAAAALw/TcE0bpBdNJM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-4349693050734424064</id><published>2007-02-13T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:30:15.098Z</updated><title type='text'>No Comment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RdHLYfgJrKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nbwdcE6I6PM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RcT0-u-qrfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Oo0lMj8NRyM/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah so I was asked to show up at work on a Friday to translate French, it's not worth mentioning but I have been out with my friends all night till pretty late, so I did not have enough sleep, I still am cranky to tell you the truth, so anyways, I show up &amp; there they were, walla cute too =P at least one of them was, first thing I say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in French)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am here to translate, but you'll have to speak real slow it's been years since I last spoke or even heard French..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur Fabris: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you don't seem to have a problem you sound perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: ah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(make that real happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; face)&lt;/span&gt; I love you =~}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I like them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it went .. well.. okay.. not perfect... ... what!! I don't know technical terms! but still it turned out just fine, so my boss suddenly comes up with this fab idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bossy: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sponts, why don't you take the guys on a tour to know more about Kuwait &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(since it's related to why they're here)&lt;/span&gt; &amp; since you happen to be the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(one &amp;amp;)&lt;/span&gt; only who speaks French, arrange with them what time &amp; all, have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RcT3UO-qrgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8N48TeX5LaA/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027415011042700802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="55" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RcT3UO-qrgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8N48TeX5LaA/s400/untitled.JPG" width="73" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I looked a little like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. ... b.. but shisma.. yeah fine okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go rest a little, ah well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day went pretty fine, they gave me Valentine's chocolate from paris, my love is official, of course it was, they touched me where it counts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027421195795607074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RcT88O-qriI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Vqb7obDPui8/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to Kuwait Towers, it's been ages since I last went there, I got a weird tingly feeling.. I mean really, last time I was there I was a kid, I was with one happy family, I was indifferent, I was innocent, I was pure, little did I know.. &amp; now I go there, to the same place where once was a place of a happy gather, becomes now alone &amp;amp; full of issues &lt;-- ha ha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027409410405346770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RcTyOO-qrdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jX61bAw4X3k/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend told me that the towers were a gift from Yugoslavia, I didn't know that, I thought it was Japan.. "Yugoslavy?" the French asked, "how come Yugoslavy would give away a thing like that &amp; not have any themselves!?" I didn't have an asnwer to that one, "why did Yuguslafy give you these towers?" they asked, I was like "why did you give the states the statue of librty?" they were like "oh okay".. they understood how it was I guess, but I knew they were built on March 1979, I know cause it's my cousin's birthday =} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027409414700314082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RcTyOe-qreI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5WQWDuEns8U/s400/statue+ok.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so they had the funniest questions, about anything &amp; everything, things we may take for granted, maybe that's why I enjoyed their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They told me they googled Kuwait since they've never been there &amp;amp; were really worried about coming, since it's close to Iran, Iraq &amp; Lebanon, they were unlucky that google showed them a part that has broken tanks in it, what was that all about?! I didn't know we still have those since the invasion! &amp;amp; how can google show them! &amp; why! bohoo google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took them to marina mall to get some books from Virgin about Kuwait ma Kuwait, which sucked big time! no books! okay I knew the censorship was whipping Virgin's ass, but what's up with everything else?! we went to other places &amp;amp; found really good books, big bohooo Virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027423596682325570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RcT_H--qrkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cbr4ff7hjWQ/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for Lebanese lunch since they felt like something light &amp; Arabian, o ana I suck when it comes to food, am not that creative in that area, so Lebanese food to me count as top, I love tabooleh man, makes me happy.. we forget work completely &amp;amp; start talking about family &amp; stuff, it was fun, one of them has the cutest kid ever, I may not be a mother but I do have a kid, my cousin just gave birth to her.. what! you expect me to do that?! non merci! I pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah so it was pretty cool :) now I have to go sleep, been a long weekend + day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lots of hugs to the ones I love, &lt;em&gt;WhiteWing&lt;/em&gt;, missing you dearly &amp;amp; truly, bel salama :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-1114196808965932781?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/1114196808965932781/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=1114196808965932781' title='36 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/1114196808965932781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/1114196808965932781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-with-french.html' title='A Day With The French...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RcT0-u-qrfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Oo0lMj8NRyM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-2387320649415431775</id><published>2007-01-25T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:11:38.441Z</updated><title type='text'>لبيروت.. من قلبي سلام لبيروت</title><content type='html'>Updated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024054877370570082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbkHStm91WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/412dTR-mpxE/s400/01.cover.afp.gi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The situation in beautiful yet wounded Beirut is not getting any better, after the mess with the university students earlier today things got awfully worse in the streets of different spots from the capital tonight, I can't find the words to express how I feel, since they say a picture is worth a 1000 words, here are some I found from CNN after what went on today in Lebanon.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024055324047168882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbkHstm91XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/agVzcdMIkW4/s400/02.wounded.afp.gi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024056900300166562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbkJIdm91aI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FUJrYm1YrTQ/s400/04.students.flee.afp.gi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024056432148731282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbkItNm91ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cF3YhpNLWb8/s400/07.windshield.afp.gi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbkIQ9m91YI/AAAAAAAAAII/dVv0XIQ-VzA/s1600-h/03.soldiers.afp.gi"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024055946817426818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbkIQ9m91YI/AAAAAAAAAII/dVv0XIQ-VzA/s400/03.soldiers.afp.gi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024060950454326722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbkM0Nm91cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bawhBcdUthA/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;لبيروت ... مجد من رماد لبيروت ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;****************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbZ0Xdm91MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H5aP7FMFtcU/s1600-h/leb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023330380812244162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbZ0Xdm91MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H5aP7FMFtcU/s400/leb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate those news I hate them like poison!! What the hell can they do to calm the people down?! who the hell will sit on that Goddamn chair! won't it at the end of the day belong to a certain party?! How will the other parties react? Is this endless?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023334589880194290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbZ4Mdm91PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LC9B3EQFj4I/s400/d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When will it end? How?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023329955610481842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbZz-tm91LI/AAAAAAAAAF0/amvujry0Z9I/s400/lebanon_revolution_91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't hurt my mountain &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023336900572599554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbZ6S9m91QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hZPr5SFCHV0/s400/P1000294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023340169042711826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbZ9RNm91RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ExcD4bXv5VU/s400/f.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023341998698779954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbZ-7tm91TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1vXetEFqCyc/s400/dg.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023343373088314690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbaALtm91UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Et1nOKETl3o/s400/hejab.JPG" width="349" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023341663691330850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbZ-oNm91SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zQNHH8moYQE/s400/enoug.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To my dear Lebanese friends, God bless you all up there, Thank you for the pictures, hope we'll meet in a peaceful blooming lebanon soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023345048125560146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbaBtNm91VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/S-HlBhpSgd8/s400/feww.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-2387320649415431775?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/2387320649415431775/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=2387320649415431775' title='22 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/2387320649415431775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/2387320649415431775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/01/enough.html' title='لبيروت.. من قلبي سلام لبيروت'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbkHStm91WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/412dTR-mpxE/s72-c/01.cover.afp.gi' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-5962436739379371358</id><published>2007-01-20T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T05:45:39.512Z</updated><title type='text'>My Fasla Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbFEaQRLmzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/V5P4eAOBhZQ/s1600-h/broke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021870277329132338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbFEaQRLmzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/V5P4eAOBhZQ/s320/broke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who the hell gets married just because all of his friends are married!! or who would get married just because they're almost 30! Or gets married to someone because they have fancy cars or own a jetplane!? oh &amp; who the hell gets married because they wanna be married o bs! regardless who's on the receiving end of it!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021810074772544194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbENqARLmsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lv2-o6nYTyA/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You know what I think? I think &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"but that's only me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that marriage should be thought of as a fun awesome hilarious &lt;em&gt;trip&lt;/em&gt; you know you get to take once, now would you wanna waste that chance with someone you don't know well enough? Or you're not sure you'll be enjoying it with? would you go on a trip with someone your &lt;strong&gt;mama&lt;/strong&gt; chose for you &amp; hope it goes well? NO! that trip should be taking with someone you have so much fun with, someone you enjoy truly when you're spending time with even if it was just over coffee, your true best friend, your soul mate "even though I don't believe but hey the whole idea is unrealistic so might as well make it all fantasia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am pissed because I got a call from a close friend who's been complaining for over 2 years on how messed up his life is, he's not the only one, actually I may know 2 &amp;amp; only 2 truly happy married couple, allah layghayer 3alaihom.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbERsARLmtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zCRt617gxpM/s1600-h/j.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021814507178793682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbERsARLmtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zCRt617gxpM/s400/j.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, a couple gets married.. the act at first (I hate the most) until it starts becoming normal towards boring, before you know it, it would be all about the kids for the mom &amp; all about poker night for the dad, skip all the individual traveling &amp;amp; the separate bedroom &amp; all the cheating... when they both hit 50 the man takes off &amp;amp; gets remarried to someone he feels fresh &amp; alive with (not necessarily young by the by) &amp;amp; what will the 50 year old woman do? weep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tadaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHANGING SUBJECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021839138816236258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbEoFwRLmuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7fXGLQiUWx4/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The most adorable thing, I was sitting with a friend outside a coffee shop, there was a group of 3 Americans sitting next to our table, out of nowhere comes a cat, &amp; miaws their side, they pet it a little until the cat came ourside, it was miawing alot, I felt bad for it, one of the American ladies said that she was this close to get chicken from a close restuarant but she didn't cause her friends laughed at her, I was already going to get my cat some food, I was wishing I had some at that moment, "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;take the cat&lt;/span&gt;" the American woman said, "&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I already have one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" I replied &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am in here for a couple of months&lt;/span&gt;" suddenly the cat JUMPED into my friend's lap, we all laughed cause come on it was funny, he picked her up &amp;amp; placed her on the ground, again with all the miawing &amp; petting, she jumped again into my friend's lap, here's what I didn't get, why him! there were like 4 other people she didn't want any of us! weird huh.. few seconds later she bit me, then the american lady was like "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that's it, laugh all you want am going to get her some chicken&lt;/span&gt;" she takes off &amp;amp; comes back with chicken "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you're a great person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" I said as I was leaving, she really was, I bet non of you would have gotten up to buy food for a homeless cat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was amazing, I went to a colleague’s birthday party, almost everybody from work was there which was good to see off working time or place, &amp; I also saw a couple of people I haven't seen in a long time which was good, even better, the party was at my bestfriend's place who happens to be friends with the birthday girl's fiance, (&lt;em&gt;3efastkom?) &lt;/em&gt;wanna know what's best? I met someone I've been so wanting to meet for a while (who also happens to be a blogger) it was better than any plan I could have came up with =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021855275008367378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbE2xARLmxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JVIqGeJlVjE/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I HAVE A NEW CRUSH!! YEHAAAA! I can hear some of you going (ohooo) hehehe but I don't care I love that feeling! &amp; I am so okay with the fact that there's NOTHING I can do about it since he's another guy from work.. but hey =} I love the feeling it's all freshening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dear friend found this &amp;amp; thought of me when he saw it, I thought it did look a little somewhat like me.. in a smaller headed way.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021866652376734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbFBHQRLmyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/G8zAINYtNdk/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I may have chubby ankls but they're not that chubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me go now, pillow call =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;adios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-5962436739379371358?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/5962436739379371358/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=5962436739379371358' title='17 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/5962436739379371358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/5962436739379371358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-fasla-post.html' title='My Fasla Post...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RbFEaQRLmzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/V5P4eAOBhZQ/s72-c/broke.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-819073132162871364</id><published>2007-01-11T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:44:55.318Z</updated><title type='text'>Breakup Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Did you know that today was "National Breakup Day" ?! I saw this at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and thought I'd share some of the good breakup stories with you guys, check out the different acts:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. "This guy I was dating for a couple of months asked his mom to do it for him. She told me he didn't want to be with me anymore. Plus that he was seeing his next-door neighbor. Then she gave me a hug on his behalf. And all this was in front of my coworkers. It was so humiliating." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. "As I was preparing to go to my in-laws for Christmas, I told my ex-wife that I couldn't go and that I had met someone else."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. "He wrote me an email saying, 'Goodbye my friend.' Are you kidding me?! GOODBYE MY FRIEND?!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. "After my ex sent me an email to break up with me, I received a text message from his new girlfriend stating I had only two weeks to find a new place to live, as she was moving in!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. "I was served with divorce papers on our wedding anniversary." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. "A guy I was dating was at the movies making out with another girl. They were sitting right in front of me and my friends."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. "He broke up with me by text message on a cell phone." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;8. "Well, we were supposed to go out one Friday. He called at 8 pm and told me he couldn't go because he fell down and hurt his back in the snow. My friend from work called me at 3 am that night and told me that she saw him with another woman dancing and kissing her on the neck. She took a picture of them with her phone. The next day he called me and said that he was in a lot of pain. I broke up with him and told him what I knew. Later that year he died of a heart attack. Before he died he wrote me an apology email. I forgave him at the cemetery." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. "He broke up with me on MySpace." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;10. "It was our anniversary and I had just gotten off work and was ready to celebrate. When I came home she was sitting on the bed upset, so I asked what was wrong. She said that her ex-boyfriend had come home from Iraq and asked her to marry him and she said yes. Then I heard a horn out front and she left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. "We were in a club and she was drinking hard core. She left me on the dance floor, climbed up on the bar top, and did a two-song strip dance for the room. When she had shown everything and only had her thong left on, she jumped on some guy and left forever!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. "I was two months pregnant with our daughter when the guy I was living with for two years said he would be right back. I didn't see him again until our daughter was 12 years old."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;13. "Six months before my wedding, my fiancé calls me and tells me that he isn't sure what he wants. In the background I hear a woman's voice telling him that she loves him and then I hear him saying it back to her. Later, he sued me because I didn't give back the ring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. "He did not show up for our anniversary dinner. He just sent flowers with a goodbye note." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. "I returned some library books and when I got back 15 minutes later she was gone. She had grabbed the baby, all the diapers, and a few clothes for the baby. She didn't even leave a note. Later on, she left a message saying she wanted to meet me and talk about things and gave me a place to meet her. She didn't show up. When I got home, she had cleared out all her clothes."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018921619071670962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RabKnwRLmrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0xqJRSj_Lvw/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&amp;amp; they lived happily ever after"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to say&lt;br /&gt;بس ضاق خلقي مابي اكمل&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't get to go through it, but what do you think would be the worst break up act?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-819073132162871364?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/819073132162871364/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=819073132162871364' title='33 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/819073132162871364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/819073132162871364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2007/01/breakup-day.html' title='Breakup Day...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RabKnwRLmrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0xqJRSj_Lvw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-5038162539440277674</id><published>2006-12-31T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:33:20.175Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy NewYear...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*updated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Error was upset, here's a beautiful view on top of the blog,  moved the ugly guy to way below :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015100696713107090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZk3gzRmFpI/AAAAAAAAADw/lTdPQKafVPc/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still wouldn't leave the parliment on top either, I know it would be upsetting to alot more.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014301905390987682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZZhBBtk6aI/AAAAAAAAACo/way9UtJyD1M/s320/parliment.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Kuwait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if things could get worse.. but then again nothing says things are getting any better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014312771658246594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZZq5htk6cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sFKStKicACA/s320/lrb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope things don't go ugly over there.. God I miss that mountain..&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014733588258941394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZfpoRtk6dI/AAAAAAAAADY/bqD2NxvVbQw/s320/lebb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014300062850017682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZZfVxtk6ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/mk3Wk9uIpzs/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZZfVxtk6ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/mk3Wk9uIpzs/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was executed on the morning of the day when sheeps get killed.. "hint?" or "blunt"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014298585381267842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZZd_xtk6YI/AAAAAAAAACY/zsrdq84Bac8/s400/sadam.aptopix_iraq_saddam_hussein_ny114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Sheep Killing Day? Happy Excecution day? Happy Eid? Who can say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I hate him with passion for what he did to my country &amp; my people, now if you asked me, I'd say he should have been placed in a teeny tiny cell all by himself with no one to talk to or space to move than to have him relieved from his guilt &amp;amp; set his soul free.&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;To lighten things up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014303292665424306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZZiRxtk6bI/AAAAAAAAACw/kEQ_CWDU7n8/s320/soicide.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014297893891533170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZZdXhtk6XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jK4au7ju6Os/s320/newtear+wtch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy NewYear =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014735984850692578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZfrzxtk6eI/AAAAAAAAADg/YcMSw72JX3g/s320/untitled.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-5038162539440277674?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/5038162539440277674/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=5038162539440277674' title='47 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/5038162539440277674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/5038162539440277674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-newyear.html' title='Happy NewYear...?'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RZk3gzRmFpI/AAAAAAAAADw/lTdPQKafVPc/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-8388158968073496586</id><published>2006-12-22T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:58:46.038Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Dreams Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYxO8Btk6VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dW3Lb09q5kU/s1600-h/light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011467278515235154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYxO8Btk6VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dW3Lb09q5kU/s320/light.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember like a couple of posts ago I was complaining about my pillows &amp; how I was having nightmare &amp;amp; whatnot? right so the pillow case still stands, the nightmare part was gone for a while &amp; was replaced with weird dreams! &amp;amp; am thinking.. what is this 2006 leftovers?! I have been having the weirdest dreams ever, involving many people some I don't even know that well to give myself the right to dream about like from work &amp; such, that's not all, it gets weirder &amp;amp; weirder! it even gets uglier, blech!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They say a picture is worth a thousand words.. let them do the talking =}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stairs.. they go on &amp; on &amp;amp; on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011459216861620546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYxHmxtk6UI/AAAAAAAAABM/v-Yjs623-lI/s320/staires.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The War.. fear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYw7Gxtk6RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VNpsSJ3XPeA/s1600-h/Ware.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011445472966273298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYw7Gxtk6RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VNpsSJ3XPeA/s320/Ware.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling and sometimes crashing.. also fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYw38xtk6OI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qoFNEgmjguY/s1600-h/planeview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011442002632698082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYw38xtk6OI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qoFNEgmjguY/s320/planeview.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I gained so much weight.. the ultimate fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011444004087458050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYw5xRtk6QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JJTMp_znncI/s320/scale.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waking up &amp; finding myself in a grave.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011473733851081058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYxUzxtk6WI/AAAAAAAAACE/izHZ08FQsEk/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011457258356533554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYxF0xtk6TI/AAAAAAAAABE/3yNTKjbvChI/s320/UFO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dude I don't even believe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my personal least favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYw2KRtk6MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8gNH6mAdB8k/s1600-h/ManBirth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011440035537676482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYw2KRtk6MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8gNH6mAdB8k/s320/ManBirth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course some were just unsuitable to publish or to even mention so we'll disregard those and focus on the ones that get repeated more often..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go get myself some milk &amp;amp; hope for a less disterbing dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sweet dreams everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-8388158968073496586?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/8388158968073496586/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=8388158968073496586' title='26 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/8388158968073496586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/8388158968073496586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreams-dreams-dreams.html' title='Dreams Dreams Dreams...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/RYxO8Btk6VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dW3Lb09q5kU/s72-c/light.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-5299628129935077356</id><published>2006-12-15T22:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T07:41:48.038Z</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>I "don't know why but I" switched into blogger beta and I am now stuck with it, HOW DO I GET RID OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-5299628129935077356?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/5299628129935077356/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=5299628129935077356' title='33 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/5299628129935077356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/5299628129935077356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/12/help_15.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-116577184831579429</id><published>2006-12-11T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:46:38.825Z</updated><title type='text'>But I Still Haven't Decided... Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is going to be one long post, I just didn't want to have a partIII, so kefkom, oh &amp; most of the picutres are not good, I don't want to hear any complains it was totaly connected to the mood.. enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hit the road, it got sadder by the minute, the road wasn't as empty as you expet it to be, on the way we saw people going back from where we were heading, we didn't know why as everything seemed possible at the time, we still thought we'd take our chance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/1600/333652/route.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/400/252500/route.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; We were alot, like 3 busses &amp; many civilian cars following us to the boarders, suddenly they all stop to discuss what other route to take as the ones we were taking had been bombed, I remember we stopped at a roundabout &amp;amp; we stepped outta the bus where they told us to get right back in, &lt;em&gt;I mean as if!&lt;/em&gt; I think if a bomb hits I would be safer out side of a bus than I would be in the inside! I wanted to take a picture of the place, they wouldn't let me, this is the closes&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I could get, you can't really see anything.. it's not really scary just a road that has a whole in the middle.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&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/x/blogger/152/1233/400/744054/shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;They decided to follow the guide, &amp; we made it to the boarder, it still felt weird, I did not know what was I supposed to be at that moment, I missed my work already, I miss my friends, I didn't stop smsing everybody the whole way.. this is pretty much how it was like when we got there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;يا روح ما بعدك روح&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/152/1233/400/576571/cARS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;need a closer look? No you don't but here you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/152/1233/400/413975/untitledkarz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;After 2 hours on the boarder we passed, 2 hours was &lt;em&gt;WITH&lt;/em&gt; the help of our embassy, wonder how long we would have had to stay if we were on our own!&lt;/span&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/152/1233/400/844738/untitledbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This was our bus, neat huh? we were like 25 to 30 people on that bus, mostly women, my uncle was the only man calling shots being the only able man God bless him, there were others but for somereason the depended on him, some of them knew each other from before &amp; we got to know others during the trip, when there were some you just didn't feel like even going close to, &lt;em&gt;like this woman, who was Lebanese, &amp;amp; had "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt;" 1. a new born she was carrying. 2. a little over than 1 yearold who wouldn't stop crying, 3. about a 3 year old who was always with her maid, 4. &amp; 5. older all girls we didn't know how old they were, so she was with &lt;strong&gt;5 daughters&lt;/strong&gt; mashalla &amp;amp; one maid, she was very aggressive, it turned out later that she's married to a Kuwaiti who didn't have the decency to even come pick his wife &amp; kids up from "at least" the Syrian boarders, I hope he had one hell of an excuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;We left the Lebanese bus as we cross the boarder, where a Syrian bus was waiting for us, now things started to become really ugly, no seriously.. really really ugly..&lt;/span&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/152/1233/400/567538/fasla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yep! I told you, Ugly with a capital U! That was our Syrian bus, I mean what the hell was that all about! I don't know but we got a good kick out of it, such a fasla! oh well as long as it's ganna get us to where we're safe and we never get to see it again ever we're happy..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Now we "thought" that we'll be heading to the airport, the guy we were trying to reach from our embassy was not even replying, we finally reach the embassy and they told us there are no flights to night and we have to spend a night in Syria..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;aha, okay.. stay cool&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;now, more time on the fasla bus looking for empty hotels, took us a while &amp; we had to leave half of us in some hotels &amp;amp; the rest of us in another where it was awful, I didn't stop taking pictures there, it was .. terrible.. but unfortunately this part will be picturesless, anywho regarding that woman, I saw how she couldn't handle the pressure, I felt why won't I since I can, so I helped that sad woman with so many kids, that's when I knew she was married to a Kuwaiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your husband coming to Syria to pick you guys up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "legafat Kuwaityeen" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sad Woman With Lotsa Kids: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No, he's upset that I left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse me?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S.W.W.L.K: &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He didn't want us to leave, but I couldn't stay when the houses right next to mine became equal with the ground..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He knows you left now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S.W.W.L.K: &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yafashlatna&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was ganna ask why on earth won't he come to pick you up now that you left! khalas ya3ni he should be there for her!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;بالله مو عيب عليه!؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I took her passports and passed them to my uncle, the 1 year old reminded me so much of my cousin's 1 year old :~} ours name is fajer, hers name was Dhu7a.. resemblance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We stayed in a hotel that has phones that didn't work, excuse me bathroom with no flush working, not hot water and no A/C.. "it's okay" we told ourselves "it's a matter of a night and we'll be home inshalla" "we can do this" "it'll be over" "it could have been worse" it really could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We went downstairs to have dinner.. remember this part cause there'll be a connection later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Barely slept, then next morning at 10 a.m. we got ready to move, we were all excited, happy to leave this hell hole, I got downstairs feeling a little sick, thinking it's probably the trip, I saw my uncle in what's supposed to be a lobby watching the news, I sit next to him as we wait for the bus and hear the sad improvements, I was still hoping it would get better now and I could go back to my friends and my work and my place.. no such wish ever came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;an uglier bus comes, I didn't take pictures, I was too sick to help load this time, so I got in and waited "&lt;strong&gt;HUGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We got to the airport, ofcourse no one was waiting for us there, we were so lost, NO ONE HELPED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unloaded our bags &amp; the bus moved, counting the bags there was ONE bag missing, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt; :) with my cameras, my laptop, my Ipods, my beautiful beautiful clothes and shoes, my perfumes and make up, stuff I got for my brothers and mother, stuff I never wore, memories, .. all gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some taxi driver was there witnessing the whole thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Taxi Driver:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; بلحقلك اياه بس اول شي بتدفعي؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me: "all burning up" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;لا مشكور ماراح تلحقو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Taxi Driver : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ايي اصطفلي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL DID THE CAP DRIVER SAY TO ME?!?!&lt;/span&gt; "it went on &amp;amp; on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;انا ناقصة؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I sat there refusing to get on a plane until my bag is found, we called the bus, he wouldn't answer, now need I recall that I was feeling sick, &amp; thought it was probably the trip, I want my stuff! it was around 11 a.m. next plane is at 4 p.m. so good I have some time, we make so many calls for 2 hours, no one wants to say where the bag is, it's either on the bus or in the hotel no other place to be at, the hotel points at the bus driver and the bus driver points at the hotel doorman, I told my uncle to get in cause I don't think I wanna leave without my stuff.. but then when you really think about it it's just an excuse, as if I'd ever find them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flash Back: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Your mom would kill us if we showed up without you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;خلاص يبا الحين تلقينهم عارضينهم للبيع على 10 دولار&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" ... Some one from the embassy said, wearing one really old ugly Gucci sunglasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's about time someone showed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" my uncle's wife yelled at the guy "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were in the sun for too long &amp;amp; no one came to help us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man With Ugly Gucci Sunglasses: &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;يعني شنسوي؟ نركض ورا الباص نييبلكم الجنطة؟&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Uncle's Wife: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M.W.U.G.S: &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;khalas forget about it &amp; try to get in wait for a plane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* There were guys from the Emirate embassy: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You want us to help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Us: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No thanx Emaraties, I don't think there's anything you could do but really thanx.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emiratei people: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;عليه العوض المهم سلامتكم&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would have happened to M.W.U.G.S if he said something like that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We prepare ourself to get inside the checkin line.. there was an exit just like any regular office door exit for &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; arriving &amp;amp; departing.. we litrelay had to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PUSH&lt;/span&gt; our way through, my uncle's wife was pushing the trolly with the bags, she was at first nicely letting people pass her thinking they will eventually let her, then she realized there's no such culture in this airport..&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DO NOT KNOW WHAT'S INFRONT OF ME! I AM PUSHING NO MATTER WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;YEAH AUNTY! GO! GO! GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;من قال محتره؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got it.. o yaraitna ma got in... this was what it looked like ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/1600/272721/mess3.jpg"&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/152/1233/400/782774/mess3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The departing Zone.. people were getting out like this, people not kherfan.. people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/1600/14075/mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/400/41774/mess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There was no cafeteria, no seats, no vendure machines, no information booth, no water,.. need I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/1600/395782/man%20sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/400/223229/man%20sitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We stayed on our foot for such a long time, we'd get on the line &amp; then they say sorry you're not on this list, but stay in the line if people on the list don't show up we'll let you in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4 O'clock plane departed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6 O'clock plane departed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 O'clock plane departed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 O'clock plane departed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This whole time we're standing, my uncle felt really bad for us, he thought he'd leave &amp;amp; get us something to eat, he had to pay the F%#*%* airport door exity man to let him out, &amp; on his way back in he again asked for money! WHAT THE HELL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad Woman With Alota Kids took the 8 O'clock flight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;During that time we met some people from the embassy who were supposed to be our guids but of course they were more lost that we were..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You guys are not so smart are you, you could have placed a gather point for Kuwaities &amp;amp; we could have helped each other to help you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dude from embassy: &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;it's not as easy as it sounds..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me &amp; My aunty: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really?! our embassy in Lebanon, how do you think they did it?! it's because we don't know how to organize ourselves unless someone told us to, unlike you people here in this God forsaken country, awful system in every step we take..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dude: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ششش وطي صوتك لاتروحين ابداهية, انا حتى وانا قاعدة اتسبح اتلفت, ترى اتطيحين ابمشاكل مالها اول ولا تالي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!! WWhat!? are you kidding me?! *fesalt* انا وين وانت وين &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"walking away"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suddenly out of nowhere, someone behind me was holding coffee.. tripped &amp;amp; spoiled her coffee all over me.. I turned &amp; looked at her ever so quietly, I turned back &amp;amp; went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAAAAA WAAAAA&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I started crying, I broke down completely.. my uncle's wife the dearest, she took our bags &amp; placed them on the floor, we went to sit on our bags like we were homeless, with tears in our eyes leaning on eachother looking at people passing us by.. and my uncle never left the line.. but he also never took his eyes off us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People from the embassy came and told us we should be on the 3 a.m. flight, it was 9 at the time we heard that.. we thought.. whatever :~( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;طبعا انا ومرت خالي استخفينا رسمي عقب 10 ساعات واقفين على ريولنا, على يميننا كان في ريال شايب مع مرته مبرقعه هم جذي مثله كبيره ,يعطيها ماي ويسولف, راحت لهم مرت خالي وسألتهم شكثر صارلهم متزوجين و هل لايزال يحبها "مو اقولكم استخفينا" انا قلت هذا بيزفنا او يحذفنا بشي .. ولا اشوه قال : هذي الخير والبركة .. مرت خالو كانت راح تبكي لمل سمعت هالكلام بس اغلب الظن كانت هلوسة فقالت الله يخليكم حق بعض يارب ورجعت وقالتلي القصة..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My aunty thought he was this old man would make a beautiful painting, so we took a picture of him, isn't he cute?!&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/152/1233/400/654985/old%20guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;few minutes later while we were sitting hopelessly on the bags, one of the guys that came and told us we'll be on the 3 a.m. flight was running around and stopped when he saw us.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;شناطرين؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ناطرين تصير الساعة وحدة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;اكو مكان حق طيارة الساعة وحدة, يالله شيلو اغراضكم وسوو تشيك ان &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We couldn't believe what we heard! we ran over to my uncle to give him our stuff, by 12 we were inside the plane.. I knew then that I wanted to stay, I wouldn't have lost my stuff.. so the pictures you see are the ones we took from my aunty's camera, as mine was gone for good along with the rest of my precious stuff :( heartless meanass sucker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&amp; right after we got to Kuwait, I got food poison &amp;amp; was sick for 2 weeks, it was okay though cause my mama was there for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/400/544515/last.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wonder if this guy ever got painted, I should check.&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/14205119-116577184831579429?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/116577184831579429/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=116577184831579429' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116577184831579429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116577184831579429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/12/but-i-still-havent-decided-part-ii.html' title='But I Still Haven&apos;t Decided... Part II'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-116380447423768435</id><published>2006-11-23T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:28:20.210Z</updated><title type='text'>But I Still Haven't Decided...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I honestly didn't want to leave, the fact that almost everybody I know either left or is getting ready to still never changed my mind, even though my place was pretty far from where the bombing was, you could still hear it &amp; see the Israeli ships covering the beautiful sea view, they're really only survey ships, harmless friendly ones, beautiful too might I add, at night with their lights on &amp;amp; all, they really were beautiful "I took pictures, you'll know why I couldn't post them"&lt;br /&gt;I helped my Saudi friends, felt like a responsible elder sister who had to make sure they get to safety first, I was relieved when they got out, I left my place &amp; moved downtown with other friends who were only there to visit, talk about bad timing huh? .. now the reason why I finally "decided" to leave was mom who wouldn't stop crying, specially after the unfortunate event..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/e.0.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;May they all rest in peace.., that's what made me consider coming back home like a week after the war started, my mom, she actually had a map infront of her &amp; everynow &amp;amp; then she'd call to make sure we're fine as the name mentioned in the news is close to where I live, she'd freak out if the connection was dead, it looked close in the map but it wasn't really that close in reality.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought alot about my friends, one of my friend's elder brother left on the first day, he was just heading north &amp; when he heard the news he just continued his way, &amp;amp; got out, funny really, he just called and said "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heart is with you guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &amp; POOPH! was gone. my other friend decided to leave when we visited the embassy location, sudden but sure decision. my last friend couldn't leave because his uncle was trapped in the south with his family &amp;amp; of course he wouldn't go back home without him, there was also this other guy *a known comedian* with his family also, who couldn't leave because his wife's passport was in the south, such a mess! I was packed and all but I wasn't sure I wanted to go through an uncertain trip all by myself, actually I wasn't sure I wanted to go through it at all! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;My friend suggested we visit the north where the embassy located a departing point for us, &amp; on our way up the magnificent mountain, you can see smoke rising from places that's been bombed, totally ruining the spirit of the valley, it's upsetting to think that it just happened, kids &amp;amp; innocent people were getting hurt at that very moment.. unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We got in.. sad vibes took all over that area, everyone looked lost, some people were inline trying to get their names signed to hop into next bus leaving, others were hooked into the screen wishing someone will now say it's over &amp; things shall be back to normal in no time (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me for example&lt;/span&gt;) others were on the phone assuring their loved ones that it's all okay &amp;amp; safe where we were.. weird feeling.. couldn't identify, the uncertainty, the indecision, the improbability, little fear.. even anoxia! we couldn't decide, we knew we didn't want leave then, so we went back downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dear uncle his wife the dearest were there too, up north where it was far &amp; safe, here's how it went:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi khaloo! how long have you guys been here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Khalo: &lt;strong&gt;about a month, you're still here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am not sure I want to leave, are you guys going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Khalo's wife: : &lt;strong&gt;I don't think we need to.. the embassy says we're safe here but I don't think it's too safe in your area now, if you don't want to leave come stay with us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my friends here we're staying together, if it gets ugly I'll give you a call.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Khalo's wife: &lt;strong&gt;okay honey, stay safe, love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you more..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That night, right after that call, was when the Israelis started bombing different routes to Syria, now next morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Khalo's wife: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sponts, we're leaving, the embassy called and said get out now it's going to get ugly.. the bus leaves in 2 hours be there, your mom will kill us if we showed up without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sponts&lt;strong&gt;:...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. .... .... aaaa... ... I'll ... call you in 10 mins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now.. I remember exactly how I felt, not pretty, confused, lost, again with all the uncertainty &amp;amp; the anoxia &amp; yada yada yada .. I wanted to stay with my friends who are waiting for their uncle, and I know what mom was going through.. but can I really leave my friends!? aaah darn hesitation &amp;amp; me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You know what you guys? am staying.. I still have more stuff to pack up in my place anyways&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;(excuse!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My Friend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should go, it'll make us feel better, we'll have less people to worry about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (emotional issues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;While they were talking me into it they were already sending my bags downstairs &amp; into the car.. me looking all lost .. still haven't decided!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the road to the departing point (which by the wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;y is an hour away) as they're still going on &amp;amp; on about how I'll finally be safe in a matter of hours when all am doing is nodding.. looking all lost &amp; thinking.. but I haven't decided!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I call my friends who had to stay for their country, they're happy that am leaving, not me, I want one of them to say "Come Back!" I so would have.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in the embassy, see my uncle and his wife.. aaah what joy, what relief, I felt safe! I felt home already just seeing them, that was a hug I really needed! but.. I still haven't decided..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle tried to talk my friends into leaving with us as well, they had &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;perfect excuse.. they have decided to stay, I made my friend &amp;amp; his uncle promise to take me for a ceaser salad when they get home, we say goodbye, we hug, still looking all lost, I get in the bus, the ambassador comes in to wish us a safe trip.. you can totally read in his eyes he meant it, we move.. I cry.. not knowing why.. but I did know this.. I still haven't decided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/DSC01781.0.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Be Contunied..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-116380447423768435?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/116380447423768435/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=116380447423768435' title='27 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116380447423768435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116380447423768435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/11/but-i-still-havent-decided_23.html' title='But I Still Haven&apos;t Decided...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-116446828722451312</id><published>2006-11-23T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:24:47.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lalooda..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/1600/370872/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/152/1233/320/497784/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss you gazillion...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-116446828722451312?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/116446828722451312/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=116446828722451312' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116446828722451312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116446828722451312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-lalooda.html' title='Happy Birthday Lalooda..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-116342356050123065</id><published>2006-11-13T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:24:02.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Pointlessnessity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samboosa &lt;/strong&gt;el amoora tagged me, I don't usually go for tags but I thought this one should be fun.. check me out.. it really does look like Me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/152/1233/400/untitled.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh and guess who fixes my computer when it gets messed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/Cat.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Naah I wish, would be fun to have pets in the office if you asked me, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regardless, the dude who does come to fix our computer in my company does share cuteness!! it's so weird but I think I have a crush on our computer.. fixing.. dude! it's fun to have a crush on someone I miss this feeling, I know he likes me too cause I just know,.. yes he does! .. yes he does!! shut up I know what am saying.. he's really cute! like in an adorable kinda way, that's usually not my type! you should see my face when I hear him walking in the company, I'd have a huge satisfied smile on my face for no reason plus a tickley feeling that I can't quite specify, and when he walks in my office I pretend like am busy with something and didn't even notice him walk in then go &lt;strong&gt;"Oh Hi you!"&lt;/strong&gt; LOL ..am like that most of the time ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am actually hearing him now talking to the secretary about his home town... aaah such a cute smile... LOL I can't believe me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wait is she flirting with him!? that cow! oh well I'm not like going to do anything about it anyways as I don't mess around with boys at work, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*e7im&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DARN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e7im*&lt;/span&gt; so I'll enjoy the feeling till it goes away I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap! I better hurry up and post this then post something else before anyone could read it! yalla Bye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-116342356050123065?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/116342356050123065/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=116342356050123065' title='21 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116342356050123065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116342356050123065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/11/pointlessnessity.html' title='Pointlessnessity...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-116255687238698122</id><published>2006-11-03T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:35:53.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Pillow Talk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/untitled.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/untitled.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't seem to find &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; right pillow! I could swear I had one when I was a kid that never gave me nightmares nor did I ever wake up with such sore neck.. I just can't recall what it looked or felt like.. I have been looking for a pillow for such a long time now and I'm tired of looking, no matter what I get I always end up with so much pain around my neck and shoulder that no massage session can fix... I want my happy sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I the only one with this problem?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-116255687238698122?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/116255687238698122/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=116255687238698122' title='57 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116255687238698122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116255687238698122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/11/pillow-talk.html' title='Pillow Talk...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-116237805032038784</id><published>2006-11-01T07:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:18:25.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Trick Or Treat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/Doggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/Doggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-116237805032038784?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/116237805032038784/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=116237805032038784' title='14 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116237805032038784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116237805032038784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick Or Treat...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-116157533721801072</id><published>2006-10-23T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:42:56.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Random Eidom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Eid,&lt;/strong&gt; not very happy though.. am working during eid so it's not happy at all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this is a messy post, o 7adda emragga3 with both thoughts and colors, ma3alish tawfooha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;ya7elo el 3eed awal, it had a beautiful distinguished flavor..&lt;em&gt; where did it go&lt;/em&gt;?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss Lalooda, my bestest friend and cousin, am glad she's in a boring states, so now I don't have to be jealous, I only need to work on that &lt;em&gt;missing her&lt;/em&gt; part.. her birthday is exactly a month away from today =} Happy Birthday sugar.. Love you gazillion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El Feryah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;This was the only mosalsal I was tabe3ing, even though I started watching like half way through, bs madri shlon tafatny akher 7alqa! I used to come from work late everyday sit and watch it with my mother then go to sleep, I do not know how it slipped my mind ={ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;omy galatly bombarak mat ={ ze3alt 3alaih, ma3anney 3assabt wayed 3aly sawah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;bombarak.. bombastic.. funny fantastic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;ams lama 7essa ghannat lolowa 7ag walad-ha bechait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;7ayat elfahad a7es-ha nafs omy, tayba o maskeena o 3asabeya o baseeta o ghashmarcheya o fun o 7asasa o dayman etbady 7abayebha 3ala 3omrha =} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;etyanin =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I had futoor with my boss yesterday, sheltari? madri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know what's wrong with my blog's main window.. but am posting anyway.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CAN YOU READ ME&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;a7aty lekuwait, a7es mo 3arfeenalah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Got a job offer.. where I'll have to stay here, I might pass.. a good chance.. .. madri.. I have 4 days to think it through.. *FINKING* *FINKING* *FINKING*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a7ad feekom shaf om khammas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DiDi-O, the awesomest child, 1 year and a half yet already bossing around, a taurus like me =} who just loves to make sure that everybody she loves is around her.. if she sees you going towards the door she'd get up with an angry look on her face, grabs you from your finger, leads you down to where everyone else is sitting and keeps an eye on you, she also loves to scream around her newborn baby brother.. can't get enough of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;I lost the weight I wanted to lose, I know I can't lose more... now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Mushy Mushy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;I love my cat.. she thinks she's a monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I miss my stuff that was stolen in Syria on my way back home from Lebanon.. I don't want to think of what might they be doing to every precious thing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;my clothes, my laptop, my ipods, presents I got for my brothers, my mobile, my CD's, .. the list goes on.. but most hurtfuly my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I only wish I could get the pictures I took of the war back.. the huge Israeli survey ship in the night.. beautiful images.. real moments.. to whomever took them.. I don't think I could forgive this time.. it was mean.. really mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;I want to be there for my friends.. but they don't want me to be there for them.. beltagag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I also hate alot of the people I ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ve to deal with at work.. they are mentally retarded, thank God I only have 3 days to go.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appy Eid inshalla Happy ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-116157533721801072?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/116157533721801072/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=116157533721801072' title='31 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116157533721801072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116157533721801072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-eidom_23.html' title='Random Eidom...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-116000902181840467</id><published>2006-10-07T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:56:55.666Z</updated><title type='text'>ناقصات عقل ودين</title><content type='html'>I got so pissed off today, so this post is an angy one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate when guys relay on this line to prove that we are less than what they are! I wouldn't call myself Ms. know-it-all when it comes to religious matters but I do believe in logic, I know for fact that there can't be a religion that would differenciate between men and women is such way as the guy I was negotiating with did, the problem is that the guy KNEW he didn't have a point bs was insisting because it's mentioned!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO NOT ELABORATE THINGS ACCORDING TO YOUR SIMPLE UNDERSTANDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;اي شئ يصير قالولك اييه معذورين مو النساء ناقصات عقل ودين..ياسلام&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be honest, the way it's said? it's kinda upsetting by itself you know... I sometimes don't blame the simple minds for taking it the way it sounds for their own spirit lifting.. tsk tsk tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a small idea by what is meant with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that us females have our brains attached strongly to our emotions, which makes our dicisions somewhat based on how we feel about certain stuff, &amp; not all of us by the way, therefore we do not always follow what our brain tells us,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; IT DOES NOT MEAN WE'RE ANY LESS SMART THAT YOU DIMWIPS ARE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man's brain is strongly attached to.. what? his downstairs. excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as per religiously, oh as if you don't know about our monthly break that you blame all our attitude on, some of us are just bitchy it doesn't always have to be p.m.s. you know, so this healthy break that accures so that our whombs stay neat for your children leads us to missing our prayers, What's a man's excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclution, we are the way we are by nature, do not I repeat &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; use this line to tell us that we are less that men are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;طيب صحيح انه لم يذكر ان الرياييل ناقصين عقل ودين, هل هذامعناه انهم كاملين عقل ودين؟ وهل هذا ما نراه ؟ ولا اهما لهم عذر من نوع آخر؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's their excuse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-116000902181840467?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/116000902181840467/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=116000902181840467' title='48 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116000902181840467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/116000902181840467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='ناقصات عقل ودين'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115961880213088443</id><published>2006-09-30T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:27:39.333Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/daydream.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaahh.. *daydreaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;word of&lt;/span&gt; warning, this is a very girly post, so boys; sit back &amp; comment if you have a girly comment =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a quick stop at IKEA yesterday, it took me a couple of turns before I could find a parking spot.. I was upset at the begining cause I had so much to do, and there he was... Mr. Hunky Hottson, in a pickup truck (I KNOW!) it was then when I thought "Thank you full parking lot"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head around &amp; go "focus Sponty".. I park my car &amp;amp; go in REALLY FAST cause I don't want to run into him knowing that I might do something spontaneous, or in other words &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love their convenient stuff in IKEA so the moment I walked in &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I completely forgot about Mr. Hottson&lt;/span&gt;, ... okay not&lt;em&gt; fogot&lt;/em&gt; but I really was distracted by some cute stuff, so I wasn't fast anymore, now to make long story short, I ran into him, I thought he was hot in the car, now I can see he's even hotter &amp; taller off the car pushing a cute little trolley.. aaaaaaahh *day dreaming*... I was actually daydreaming at that moment, until our eyes met &amp;amp; he smiled at me.. I snap! smile and look away running so fast it felt like I was leaving dust behind me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya3ni being in Kuwait &amp; all, it's not easy to walk up to a guy, present your phone number &amp;amp; say "Hi, I think you're hot, call me." especially when you know he's checking you out too, YES HE WAS! I really would do that if I saw a guy I thought was hot, maybe pretend I know him from somwhere or if he was someone's I know's brother? shfeeha! don't look at me like that! am single &amp; life is all about chances! I wouldn't let a good chance like that walk by! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no no no no, he'd probably look at me like am some kinda wa7da ray7a feeha, which is only what it sounds like I know, I hate their mentality here! (who's their!?) &lt;em&gt;when will they get that it's good to be yourself &amp;amp; not to fake stuff, why act! why put on a show!? hefff baykheen.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about that as I was trying to run away again, when I reached the "lights" section I was very attracted to the lights like a bug, I again completely "forgot" about Mr. Hottson, when he on the other hand must have thought I was a goofball as he saw me (I didn't know he was right behind me then) test touching the torch light to see how hot it was to check the surface of the thing, it wasn't hot at all, I felt stupid, so you can imagine what I looked like when I knew he was right behind me =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"how did he get there so fast anyways!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to look at him directly I just glimpsed on my side &amp;.. you should have seen my face =}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did have a sweet smile on his face though.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aaaaaaah *day dreaming*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah so, I thought this is impossible, I can't shop with hot vibes, am outta here, and left.. la shopped wala ya7zanoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;would you walk up &amp; say hi? would you create a scene? like "I&lt;em&gt; know you from somewhere don't I&lt;/em&gt;" or maybe just&lt;/span&gt; smile?? or chicken out like I did &amp;amp; not knowing if you have the right to regret..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115961880213088443?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115961880213088443/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115961880213088443' title='18 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115961880213088443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115961880213088443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/09/aaaaaahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115875875027944760</id><published>2006-09-20T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:29:19.100Z</updated><title type='text'>ChocoFreak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;I can't stop eating chocolate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/untitled.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't give me that "Oh you need.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whatever you may come up with&lt;/span&gt;" crap I am under no stress and I have no reason to attack chocolate the way I do, even when I have chocolate &amp;amp; someone calls asking what do I need them to get me "CHOCOLATE BARS" I scream! oh &amp; also IceCream.. it's been 2 months and I see no end to it, if we're like having dinner or whatever, I keep my chocolate bar beside my dish and gaze at it with a huge grin waiting for the moment, it really is the work of the devil believe you me! oh you think this is bad? good, cause it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/choco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful isn't it? feels like pictunary, what do you see? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;سؤال محيرني, منو يقشر النقل المقشر؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115875875027944760?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115875875027944760/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115875875027944760' title='36 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115875875027944760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115875875027944760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/09/chocofreak.html' title='ChocoFreak...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115850281570643634</id><published>2006-09-17T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:31:09.533Z</updated><title type='text'>الحياة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;لاول مرة اكتب باللغة العربية (أو بالاحرى الكويتية) مادري شالطاري! يمكن لاني حاولت اكتب الموضوع بالانجلش وحسيته&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ركيك &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is that even a word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's worth mentioning before we start that this is a very sensitive issue I don't usually dig in, but I feel like sharing today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...الله يعيني على ذوي العقول المغلقة واللي بس يدورون النجرة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bear with me, my Arabic is not all there, now here…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ذهبت ليلة أمس لزيارة قريبتي الي توها ردت من السفر اسلم عليها واسمع قصص السفر واتطمش عالاغراض الي يايبتها &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;%100 Anti Islam كان زوجها قاعد يتفرج على قناة انا أول مرة اسمع فيها اسمها&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحياة&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مو شي يديد بهالعصر ان يكونون الناس معاديين للاسلام, تعودنا و صار اشكرة, بس عاد قناة بحالها؟ اساس القناة هو الاسلام بكتابه الكريم يحمل العديد من التساؤلات التاريخية والتشريعية والاهوتية والاخلاقية وحتى جيوغرافية. هل حصل استجواب للكتب السماوية من &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;قبل؟ هل فكر احد في استجواب الانبياء والمعجزات؟ الحياة مو بس فكرت, الا قامت على حيلها ويابت &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;سورة&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;النمل &lt;/span&gt;وتعال فسر يا مسلم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الحين انا شخصيا عندي احتراماتي وتساؤلاتي المتعلقة بكل الديانات حتى الغير سماوية من باب الفضول وهذا شي طبيعي, وطبعا مو كل شي اسمعه اصدقه, بس الكتاب السماوي مهما كان ما اقعد واحوس فيه وافسر على كيفي, يظل فيه&lt;strong&gt; المنطق&lt;/strong&gt; وهوالمبداء المفضل عندي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اما الحياة فقد استندت على مراجع منهم الجيد ومنهم من ليس له علاقة او حتى مخ ليفسر كلام اكبر منه, طبعا مع احترامي لهم بس ما قصروا بصراحة, ليش؟ يايكم ليش:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ما يحتاج اذكر ان المقابلة اخذت الطابع الاستهزائي, في سورة النمل اللي قاريها يدري عن &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;موقف سيدنا سليمان مع النملة&lt;/span&gt; *آية 19* الحين &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الكتب السماوية متفقة ان سيدنا سليمان يكلم الجن والطير فماكانوا مستبعدين سالفة النملة معنهم ما سابوها تعدي على خير, بس الفصلة كانت على تفسير الامام ابن كثير, حبكت يقول كالتالي &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ان النملة اللي كلمها سيدنا سليمان اسمها جرسا وانها من قبيلة بني الشيصان وانها كانت عرجاء&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;شنو صار؟ صار تكعكع طبعا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;اركض وادور والقى التفسير كما ذكر, انوه طبعا ان الاية مافيها كل هالتفاصيل, أي ليش الاضافة؟ ومعلومة يعني حتى ما منها فايدة. أو لأ, في منها فايد, بس لصالح اشكال قناة الحياة, بالله سيدنا سليمان فاضي يقعد يسولف مع نملة؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHO CARES WHAT IT'S CALLED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;للاسف كان الوقت جدا متاخر وكنت حدي دايخة وما قدرت اكمل الحلقة, بس علمت من زوج قريبتي ان مقدم البرنامج هو شاب في مقتبل العمرمن الشمال الافريقي بدون تحديد (مو حفاظا على سمعة البلد بس لانه يصعب القول) ومرتد عن الدين الاسلامي, وتابع لدين للثالوث المقدس, ما يزيد الامر نرفزة حيث انه يعرف المواضيع التي تلفت نظرالمسلمين وتسبب بلبلة.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115850281570643634?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115850281570643634/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115850281570643634' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115850281570643634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115850281570643634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='الحياة'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115781467770541595</id><published>2006-09-09T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:23:34.650Z</updated><title type='text'>GameCube...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This post is inspired by Shorouq...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true you guys, it's been a while since I got excited over doing anything, s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/joystick.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="87" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/joystick.1.jpg" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pecially with everybody leaving, lately the most exciting news I get is when my brother asks me what do I want for dinner which means we're gathering tonight "my brothers and some of our cousins" to play videogames over pizza or whatever, it is alot more fun than anything else I can think of, ya3ni I get upset if I was going "shopping" knowing that they are probably playing right now! Yes! almost as good as shopping! hwaooo!!&lt;/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/152/1233/1600/yoshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/200/yoshi.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;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...Yoshi, My Favorite Character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115781467770541595?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115781467770541595/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115781467770541595' title='24 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115781467770541595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115781467770541595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/09/gamecube.html' title='GameCube...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115715488509065025</id><published>2006-09-02T06:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-02T08:08:22.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Kyra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/0901kyra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/0901kyra.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a beautiful Tuesday, Kyra Phillips was still wearing her wireless microphone when she visited the loo while CNN aired Bush's Katrina speech earlier this week, she made headlines as a flush sound plus her conversation about her boyfriend and his "control freak" sister ended up being broadcasted live for a minute until was she alerted that her mike was ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Ten Kyra Phillips Excuses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. "Still haven't mastered complicated On/Off switch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;9. "Larry King told me he does this all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "How was I supposed to know we had a reporter embedded in the bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7. "I honestly never knew this sort of thing was frowned upon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Couldn't resist chance to win $10,000 on 'America's Funniest Home Videos.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5. "I was set up by those bastards at Fox News."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Oh, like YOU'VE never gone to the bathroom and had it broadcast on national television!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. "I just wanted that hunky Lou Dobbs to notice me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. "OK, so I was drunk and couldn't think straight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. "You have to admit, it made the speech a lot more interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Featured on David Letterman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115715488509065025?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115715488509065025/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115715488509065025' title='14 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115715488509065025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115715488509065025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/09/kyra.html' title='Kyra...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115696552717458435</id><published>2006-08-31T06:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:22:13.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Job Haunt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Since I came back from beautiful Beirut leaving behind people I loved &amp; a job I adored, the idea of staying and working in my homeland seemed to be growing by the hour, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;why not waste my energy for my country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/bad_jobs.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/bad_jobs.1.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wait I now know why, &lt;strong&gt;my poor country is being ran by selfish money slaves&lt;/strong&gt; who are not very fond passionat when it comes to what they do for living, they don't work cause they want to, they work cause they have to, they study one thing, end up doing something else, complain about it, then die, &lt;strong&gt;have they really got no choice? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I love what I do I always have &amp; am darn good at it, so when I started the passed 2 weeks looking around here at WHO I'll be working with, I got deeply disappointed, and was reminded that &lt;strong&gt;this is Kuwait&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;OK leKuwait 3ala 3aini o 3ala rasi, intaw mino &amp;amp; why do you wish our country harm?&lt;/em&gt; how can you know for fact what you're doing is wrong yet insist on doing it just cause everybody else is! shakhbari hal mentality, am I the only Kuwaiti who refuses being pointless? this is one reason why I refuse to work for gov. I do not want to end up on a desk full gshoor 7ab everywhere playing solitaire, apart from not doing anything &amp; being another source of waste of oxygen &amp;amp; space, &lt;strong&gt;I strongly pass and demand you give me something to create!&lt;/strong&gt; ehy salfat give me money o bs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;OK not gov. wala tze3loon, let's see our private sector =} al7een my experience is all Media related as my résumé clearly reveals, shako offer me to be in Sales! where did you see in my CV that I can do that! la wel thany yegooly project consultant, ALLAAAH! ayshay? la ra7aw il 3alam! I have no experience, but I so can give you an advice here,&lt;strong&gt; based on WHAT you decided I should be hired!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I "look" intelligent?!! I "look"!?&lt;/em&gt; I place my head between my hands &amp; wonder, is that how we get hired now? has it always been like that? or is this another "&lt;em&gt;habba"? &lt;/em&gt;so I can look all I want &amp;amp; it means it's what I am, este3bat oho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/Kuwait.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now I got an offer to leave again, Splendid, but I worry.. I seriously worry about Kuwait, can I leave my mislead country in these hands? I know I'm only one person but should I give up on it just because am one? am sure there are more people who understand how I feel &amp;amp; probably feel the same way, wainhom? are they giving up? are we completely unable to do anything!? I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am lost now.. should I leave my country go down the drain, stand, watch and wave with a tear? or.. or what! what could there be to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115696552717458435?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115696552717458435/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115696552717458435' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115696552717458435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115696552717458435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/08/job-haunt.html' title='Job Haunt...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115689668029327551</id><published>2006-08-30T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:02:50.350Z</updated><title type='text'>To Kill Or Not To Kill...</title><content type='html'>How can someone find the balls to pull a trigger and end someone's life? Regardless of what would BOTH families go through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/gun.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a "supposed to be" life saver decides to end another life saver's life? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="338" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/untitled.1.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your soul rest in peace and the hands of your killer be cuffed soon to face justice...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;allah yer7ama o ye3een ahala..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115689668029327551?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115689668029327551/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115689668029327551' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115689668029327551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115689668029327551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-kill-or-not-to-kill.html' title='To Kill Or Not To Kill...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115594379717353439</id><published>2006-08-20T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:55:39.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Motorbikes Suck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have always had hard feelings towards motorcycles due to what we hear happens, the keyword here is "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt;".. until today, I was out with my cousin and there was this guy right infront of my car on one of those death traps, suddenly a car hits his bike slightly on the side and he loses control.. of course all we can do is watch him do the flips &lt;em&gt;over and over and over again&lt;/em&gt;, my little cousin "allah ya7fetha" came across my mind right at this moment, he had one of these nasty accidents where we weren't there for him, so I step down to help this one since am there, did I mention he was helmetless? he was wearing jeans and regular t-shirt, I have no idea how cars were avoiding running over him, I swear he was lucky, I have no idea how I managed to stop before he was my next breathing streetbump.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hunk my horn for him to snapout and get himself off the road, which he did, madri how bs he picked himself up and throws himself on the sidewalk.. I got outta my car and ran to him (madri shako!!) ee and of course my car got hit but I couldn't tell who did it, it got hit while I was stepping out so ma sheft...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Are you okay!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Breathing Streetbump: "looking all dizzy and scarred" Yeah yeah I'm fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Need a lift? you have to get to a hospital judging from your flips..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Breathing Streetbump: I'll be fine.. thanx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I backed off as it started to get crowded, thinking okay somebody will take care of him now, mo sa7? I kinda felt bad about leaving him like that not making sure he's all well when I could have ran over him, you should have seen the flips you would have felt just as bad too.. they were fast and.. really fast! haram his arm was bleeding and.. all I can think of is.. what is this happens to one of my brothers?? they don't have bikes but one of them was nagging about getting one.. guess what, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE WISHES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! we "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt;" they had an accident but we never "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;" .. inshalla you won't hear or see it happen to your loved ones.. allah ya7feth-hom o ya7feth 3yalkom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o yaa khbool &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEAR YOUR FREAKIN HELMETS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bikes Suck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115594379717353439?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115594379717353439/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115594379717353439' title='24 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115594379717353439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115594379717353439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-do-motorbikes-suck.html' title='Why Do Motorbikes Suck...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115531753865764010</id><published>2006-08-15T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:48:50.393Z</updated><title type='text'>It Was Nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Lebanon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115531753865764010?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115531753865764010/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115531753865764010' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115531753865764010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115531753865764010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-was-nice.html' title='It Was Nice...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115556068393132281</id><published>2006-08-14T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:04:44.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>I hope they stick to it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115556068393132281?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115556068393132281/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115556068393132281' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115556068393132281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115556068393132281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115532388745876595</id><published>2006-08-12T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-12T16:15:34.303Z</updated><title type='text'>A Bunch Of Cowards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are so out-numbered!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="408" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/vote.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All of that chicken shit couldn't stand up for Lebanon?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't you sense sometimes that if you could you actually would do something &amp; solve it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't you wonder what is keeping those who may look like they can but don't?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't you sometimes think that the more they talk the worse it gets?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't you worry after every speech Nasrallah gives that he just pisseed Israel off &amp;amp; now they will bomb more beautiful places &amp;amp; kill more beautiful kids and innocent people?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Does it seem childish or more of selfish what both sides are doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't you feel that no matter what you try to give or do for the lebanese victims won't make any difference to them morally seeing what they are going through?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't you worry about the beauty of it and how it may never be the same again?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.or is it just me? ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hamad Al Thani is a good talker, but is he a good shaker? updates after their little get togather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*AFTER THE GET TOGATHER*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZZZzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzzZzZ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115532388745876595?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115532388745876595/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115532388745876595' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115532388745876595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115532388745876595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/08/bunch-of-cowards.html' title='A Bunch Of Cowards...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115498550255045526</id><published>2006-08-07T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:18:22.553Z</updated><title type='text'>In Germany...</title><content type='html'>Back to war &amp; stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/german_street_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/german_street_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a different angle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115498550255045526?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115498550255045526/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115498550255045526' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115498550255045526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115498550255045526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-germany.html' title='In Germany...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115495365049081305</id><published>2006-08-07T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:27:40.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Rough Night To Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Off War...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My brother, cousin and I were playing GameCube at around 1:00 am when suddenly my sister tripped off as she got in the main door into the living room screaming something I couldn't make out, I turned to yell at her since she was making so much noise disturbing our peacefun night, then I understoon she was on the floor screaming &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"mom .. mom.."&lt;/span&gt; pointing outside. In my PJ's, bear footed, I run out to the street to find mom's car just sitting at the entrance of the neighbourhood, as fast as I was running not caring what might I step on, things seemed really slow and the far did not seem to get any close, but we finaly get there, my brother and I all freaked out grab her and while she's all tired and sweating going low sugar rate, we get the car closer to the house and get my mom in who refused to go to the hospital and just wants to go to sleep, as we get closer to the door I hear screaming I did not get the point of since we already went and got mom, when we got in I see my other brother who was asleep in his room "bs allah yaba" carrying my sister and putting her on the couch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"tell her to shut up"&lt;/span&gt; I say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"mom is okay she just needs to relax"&lt;/span&gt; and walk my mom to her room make sure she's relaxed while the yelling is still going on in the livingroom, I storm down angry to shut them up, &lt;em&gt;battaw chabdy! omy taby terta7!&lt;/em&gt; I found my brother spraying water at my sister's face who suddenly was in a state of shock, eyes all red looking upwards, shacking and blabing, there was no reaction when I slapped her there was no reaction when I hugged her, that's when I go nuts, and came mom =} ekmalat,  yekoon kenna nagseen, sees us all around my sister with the state she was in trying to get her to focus with us,  she collapses too, but at least she was still with us she was just too scared, we took my sister to mom's room to laydown as mom, my brothers, my cat and me all sat beside her, but she was not getting any better,&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; a thought crossed my mind&lt;/span&gt;, I felt glad how they all stuck togather like that holding her hand,  I did not have to worry when I was away. My cousiun calls 777 and throws the phone at me since it was in my hand for the whole time I just couldn't tell when 7 was, it happens, I do not know what I said but they showed up. Mom hates ambulances, she kept on refusing that she goes but since we did not know what was it she was having or didn't even know how to deal with it we insisted she goes, my borthers and I follow leaving my cousin home alone 7aram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We found out later on that my sister &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"being a teenager and all"&lt;/span&gt; pissed my mother off and they started having a fight which cause my mom's sugar rate to go low and so gets tired, my sister then thinks mom is in a serious condition because of her, she actually thought mom was dieing and that it was all her fault. I won't lie, the way she was pointing at the door and yelling? I did not know what to expect.. I felt that nothing is guaranteed, and life is dangerous cause no matter what we do the result is one.. sooner or later.. I wish I was still in Beirut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got to the hospital, she calms down after a drip and a shot, we get home at like 4:00 am put her to bed and continued our game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115495365049081305?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115495365049081305/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115495365049081305' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115495365049081305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115495365049081305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/08/rough-night-to-remember.html' title='Rough Night To Remember...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113394630042503948</id><published>2006-08-03T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:55:03.053Z</updated><title type='text'>"Paradise Lost" UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/leb%20pretty.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/leb%20pretty.9.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegant buildings lie in ruins.&lt;br /&gt;The heady scent of gardenias gives way to the acrid stench of bombed-out oil installations. And everywhere terrified people are scrambling to get out of a city that seems tragically doomed to chaos and destruction. As Beirut 'the Paris of the East' is defiled yet again, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Fisk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, aresident for 30 years, asks: &lt;em&gt;how much more punishment can Lebanon take?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/war.0.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some cities seem forever doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Robert Fisk's article &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/152/1233/400/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;551&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the magnificent, wealthy city of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Berytus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" - Old Beirut - was&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; struck by a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;massive earthquake&lt;/span&gt;. In its aftermath, the sea withdrew several miles and the survivors out on the sands to loot the long sunken merchant ships revealed in front of them.That was when a tidal wall higher than a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tsunami&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; to swamp the city and kill them all so savagely&lt;/span&gt;, then the old Beirut was damaged that the Emperor Justinian sent gold from Constantinople as compensation to every family left alive.When the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crusaders &lt;/span&gt;arrived at Beirut on their way to Jerusalem in the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;11th century&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;they slaughtered every man, woman and child&lt;/span&gt; in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;First World War&lt;/span&gt;, Ottoman Beirut suffered a&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; terrible famine&lt;/span&gt;; the Turkish army had commandered all the grain and the Allied powers &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;blockaded the coast&lt;/span&gt;. I still have some ancient postcards I bought here 30 years ago of stick-like children standing in an abandoned orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/leb%20distroyed.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does this happen to Beirut?&lt;/em&gt; For&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; years, we've watched this place &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;die and then rise from the grave and then die again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, its apartment blocks pitted with so many bullets they looked like Irish lace, its people massacring each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Two Israeli invasions&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;years of Israeli bombardments&lt;/span&gt; that cost the lives of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 20,000 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of its people. I have seen them armless, legless, headless, knifed, bombed and splashed across the walls of houses. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yet&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; they are a fine, educated, moral people whose generosity amazes every foreigner, whose gentleness puts any Westerner to shame, and whose suffering we almost always &lt;em&gt;ignore&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;most disgraceful of all&lt;/em&gt;, we leave the Lebanese to their fate like a diseased people and spend our time evacuating our "precious foreigners" while tut-tutting about Israel's "disproportionate" response to the &lt;em&gt;capture of its soldiers by Hizbollah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked through the deserted city centre of Beirut yesterday and it reminded more than ever of a film lot, &lt;em&gt;a place of dreams too beautiful to last&lt;/em&gt;, a phoenix from the ashes of civil war whose plumage was so brightly coloured that it blinded its own people. This part of the city- once a Dresden of ruins - was rebuilt by &lt;em&gt;Rafiq Hariri&lt;/em&gt;, the prime minister who was murdered scarcely a mile away on &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;14 February&lt;/span&gt; last year.&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/152/1233/320/Hariri-Chirac.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the empty Etoile restaurant - best snails and cappuccino in Beirut, where &lt;em&gt;Hariri&lt;/em&gt; once dined &lt;em&gt;Jacques Chirac.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hariri&lt;/em&gt; loved this place and, taking &lt;em&gt;Chirac&lt;/em&gt; for a beer one day, he caught sight of me sitting at a table. "&lt;em&gt;Ah Robert, come over here&lt;/em&gt;" he roared and then turned to &lt;em&gt;Chirac &lt;/em&gt;like a cat that was about to eat a canary "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I want to introduce you, Jacques, to the reporter who said I couldn't rebuild Beirut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/hariridemo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a modern building in an undamaged part of Beirut, I come, quite by chance, across a well known and prominent &lt;em&gt;Hizbollah&lt;/em&gt; figure, open-neck white shirt, dark suit, clean shoes. &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We will go on if we have to for days or weeks or months or...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; And he counts these awful statistics offon the fingers of his left hand. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Believe me, we have bigger surprises still to come for the Israelis - much bigger, you will see. Then we will get our prisoners and it will take just a few small concessions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/1.4.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did the tens of thousands of poor who live here deserve this act of mass punishment? For a country that boasts of its pin-point accuracy - a doubtful notion in any case, but that's not the issue - what does this act of destruction tell us about Israel? Or about ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beirutis are tough people and are not easily moved. But at the end of last week, many of them were overcome by a photograph in their daily papers of a small girl, discarded like a broken flower in a field near Ter Harfa, her feet curled up, her hand resting on her torn blue pyjamas, her eyes - beneath long, soft hair - closed, turned away from the camera. She had been another "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terrorist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" target of Israel and several people, myself among them, saw a frightening similarity between this picture and the photograph of a Polish girl lying dead in a field beside her weeping sister in 1939.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="92" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/lebanon%20vic.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I go home and flick through my files, old pictures of the Israeli invasion of 1982. There are more photographs of dead children, of broken bridges. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Israelis Threaten to Storm Beirut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", says one headline. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Israelis Retaliate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lebanon At War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beirut Under Siege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Massacre at Sabra and Chatila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet when I was fleeing the bombing of Ghobeiri with my driver Abed, we swept right past the entrance of the camp, the very spot where I saw the first murdered Palestinians. And &lt;em&gt;we did not think of them&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;We did not remember them&lt;/em&gt;. They were dead&lt;em&gt; in Beirut&lt;/em&gt; and we were trying to &lt;em&gt;stay alive in Beirut&lt;/em&gt;, as I have been trying to stay alive here for 30 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;how easily we forget these earlier slaughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am back on the sea coast when my mobile phone rings. It is an Israeli woman calling me from the United States, the author of a fine novel about the Palestinians. "&lt;em&gt;Robert, please take care&lt;/em&gt;" she says. "&lt;em&gt;I am so, so sorry about what is being done to the Lebanese. It is unforgivable.I pray for the Lebanese people, and the Palestinians, and the Israelis&lt;/em&gt;." I thank her for her thoughtfulness and the graceful, generous way she condemned this slaughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/Fairouz.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/200/Fairouz.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Fairouz&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the most popular of Lebanese singers, was to have performed at this year's &lt;em&gt;Baalbek&lt;/em&gt; festival, cancelled now like all Lebanon's festivals of music, dance, theatre and painting. One of her most popular songs is dedicated to her native city:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;To Beirut - peace with all my heart to Beirut - And kisses - to the sea and clouds,To the rock of a city that looks like an old sailor's face.From the soul of her people she makes wine,From their sweat, she makes bread and jasmine.So how did it come to taste of smoke and fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/beirutbefore.1.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Published: 19 July 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113394630042503948?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113394630042503948/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113394630042503948' title='10 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113394630042503948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113394630042503948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/08/paradise-lost-update.html' title='&quot;Paradise Lost&quot; UPDATE'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115335174739273980</id><published>2006-07-20T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:29:07.396Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home..</title><content type='html'>I came home, I don't know if it was the perfectest thing to do, I'm kinda unhappy about it, Will tell you all about the trip and how I lost my stuff when I get over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to see mom again.. that's for sure =}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115335174739273980?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115335174739273980/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115335174739273980' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115335174739273980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115335174739273980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-115304244219287243</id><published>2006-07-16T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-16T09:34:02.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Wish Me Luck</title><content type='html'>Am Comming To Kuwait.. See Ya There Inshalla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-115304244219287243?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/115304244219287243/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=115304244219287243' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115304244219287243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/115304244219287243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/07/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish Me Luck'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-114898469069689971</id><published>2006-05-30T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-30T10:59:37.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Confused...</title><content type='html'>even though it's been awhile... I still don't know if I wanna do this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-114898469069689971?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/114898469069689971/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=114898469069689971' title='22 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114898469069689971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114898469069689971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/05/confused.html' title='Confused...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-114873473089279781</id><published>2006-05-27T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:58:51.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Say What Now..?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la' gad3a bsara7a..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/save.jpg" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know whether to be offended by this or just disgusted..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. Yeah so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-114873473089279781?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/114873473089279781/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=114873473089279781' title='24 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114873473089279781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114873473089279781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/05/say-what-now.html' title='Say What Now..?!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-114744229393721208</id><published>2006-05-12T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-12T15:04:38.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Go Sponty.. It's Your Birthday.. Go Sponty..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/Birthday-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/Birthday-cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is my last "26 years old" day, May 13th is the day I look back and smile at what went by, I already started saying that I'm 27 a couple of months ago, the reaction I get makes me laugh, I remember when I first said out laud and I was like "Good Lord!! am 27!! when did that happen!" hehe I did just smile when I remembered that, am funny that way, I was thinking of how time goes on.. no seriously give it a thought, it keeps on going and going and going and there's NOTHING any of us can do to stop it! it is just GOING! whether I like it or not same time next year am ganna be 28! .. okay that did have another effect on me.. am glad am using those years doing what I love best, looking back at 26 it seems pretty laid back, maybe it was full at the end but apart from that it was a year of transformation and little bit of transportation, I hope 27 will be either just as calm or even better.. no you know what I do hope that 27 is better, I want 27 to be better, I'll work on having my 27th year better =}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{= Happy Birthday To Me =}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-114744229393721208?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/114744229393721208/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=114744229393721208' title='20 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114744229393721208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114744229393721208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/05/go-sponty-its-your-birthday-go-sponty.html' title='Go Sponty.. It&apos;s Your Birthday.. Go Sponty..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-114659284096398682</id><published>2006-05-02T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:34:14.476Z</updated><title type='text'>=~} ... =~{</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;madri afra7 wela az3al, my &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;f a v o r i t e s t &lt;/span&gt;niece the one I love more than anyone/thing I ever knew/even heard of just started walking and I missed it, I missed it I missed it I missed it! I mean okay I missed alot of my cousins' kids incidents and events both happy and sad, it does upset me not to be there for them and when I can't I know they understand, yet for this particular child I &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; would go around the world twice not to miss out anything, oh and capture it on tape "well.. cells".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was there for her every single firsts... thinking of them now makes me realize how she grew.. yakhti esmalla! =~} I am happy that she finally started walking really, I used to hold her hands and help her lead the way, she'd throw her foot out in the air to make a step and laugh knowing that she achieved something she probably doesn't recognize, the gloomy part comes as I wasn't there to see.. =~{ it really hurts just to hear about it miles away and not know what she's like trying to go somewhere all by herself, the falls, and ways to stand up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I miss her curles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-114659284096398682?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/114659284096398682/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=114659284096398682' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114659284096398682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114659284096398682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='=~} ... =~{'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-114353922116342374</id><published>2006-04-22T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:01:30.813Z</updated><title type='text'>Did You Miss Meey!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now if you were Christian/religious with no sense of humor then you may find this book rather offending, the author does not mean attacking anyones faith, he just happens to have fruity imagination, other than such issues it's one hell of a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/lamb_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The books we all know speak about the birth of Jesus, or Joshua bar Joseph as he was called then, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as his friends called him, and then suddenly about him being crucified, a whole life of missing chapters, well maybe a couple of years before he was crucified, when &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; howsoever - as told by the Christ's childhood friend &lt;em&gt;Levi who is called &lt;strong&gt;Biff &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- talks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; about his early life, you know like when he was a kid and when he was a teenager and all kinda stuff that you wouldn't expect The Christ's crazy, whackjob, obnoxious friend, who had a crush on his bestfriend's mother, who also took the bullet and committed as many adultery as possible so that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Josh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can tell what is it like to sin, since he of course couldn't do it, one hell of a good friend, wouldn't you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a book person, I just finnished &lt;em&gt;rereading&lt;/em&gt; this book, the story starts with angels talking about how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is to be brought back from the dead and walk among the living two millennia after the crucifixion, that's a hilarious part, the angels and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biff &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;don't really get along too well, I love the parts with the angels on them, cause you know it's sort of real and unreal? awesome :) the story ends up as we already know it, aside from the addition of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and of course how it ends for him after being brought back from the dead before the kingdom had came, in to our world today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;*HIGHLY RECOMMENDED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrismoore.com/index.htm"&gt;ChristopherMoore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-114353922116342374?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/114353922116342374/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=114353922116342374' title='25 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114353922116342374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114353922116342374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-you-miss-meey.html' title='Did You Miss Meey!?'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-114102461396842218</id><published>2006-02-27T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T07:22:15.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Time Off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/Maya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/Maya2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just need some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; time =} .. alot of Me time actually, I am enjoying it and I'll be back when I have something to say =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't miss me =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X &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/14205119-114102461396842218?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/114102461396842218/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=114102461396842218' title='20 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114102461396842218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/114102461396842218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-off.html' title='Time Off...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113926944634090378</id><published>2006-02-07T07:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:44:06.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Actual Wake Up Call...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was out with a friend of mine having fun and stuff, it was a good fine day when suddenly out of nowhere I get a phone call from my grandma's house, it felt as if I got a call from a haunted house or something, I regret saying that but I haven't seen nor heard from these people in about 2 years, yeah we got few family issues that drove us apart, nothing personal I just hate visiting that house.. bad memories, I don't want to dig into that now check this out, I answer and it's my grandma on the other "&lt;em&gt;ha Sponty! tawalty shino menty yaya&lt;/em&gt;?" (&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you took so long, aren't you comming over?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .. I doze off for a second thinking .. huh!! when did I ever speak to her! when did I say I was comming over! I haven't spoken to her in so long!! it hit me then .. "&lt;em&gt;hala yumma ee walla nawya bs ensheghalt shwaya.. 3asa ma shar?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(yeah I planned to come I got a little busy, is everything okay?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she asks if this is Sponty, I say yes of course, "&lt;em&gt;ee 3ayal ana dagga il raqm 3adl, yalla mo moshkela inshalla yom thani?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(yeah so I dailed the right number, no problem maybe some other day?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I confirm and hung up.. I drove passing wherever I was supposed to be going, I couldn't help but think what made my grandmother think I called her, who called her that she thought it was me!?? my friend suggested maybe she had a dream! okay maybe! but still! I called my cousin and ask if she calls since she's the only one in town, she says she never did but now that I brought it up maybe she should, .. I kept on thinking.. I thought of how much I miss my other grandmother, my long gone sweet adorable grandmother, the one with the fun jokes and the cutest laugh..  April this year she'll be gone for 10 years, how much I miss her! okay maybe this one is not as much fun but.. she really is adorable, and when you really think of it.. I mean.. yeah.. whatever... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked my friend to change plans "&lt;em&gt;I really have to pass by my grandma's just say hi and leave&lt;/em&gt;" my friend was very supportive, so 20 mins later am at her house, I find my grandpa who's not all there sadly, with my uncle, I walk in say hi and my grandpa finding dificulties recognizing who I was, when he know who I was he had a smile on his face and asked me where the hell have I been all these years, I of course was speechless, I blame it on my busy life, ay busy ay bateekh I was out having fun!! I hated myself that moment, I think it showed, I jump to the point and ask about my grandma.. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;she went to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" my uncle said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I just spoke to her less than half an hour ago! amdaaha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;she takes pills&lt;/em&gt;" I felt great disappointment, I asked him to let her know that I passed by and I really wanted to see her, inshalla tomorrow I'll pass by again, I leave her place and I don't know what is this feeling I have, I mean I really really feel bad, at the same time am thankful that it's not too late, it could have been! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is that the wake up call?? it's actually is a wake up call! what is behind this thing!? why me?! whatever it was, I repeat myself over and over againg.. am thankful for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113926944634090378?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113926944634090378/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113926944634090378' title='20 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113926944634090378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113926944634090378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/02/actual-wake-up-call.html' title='Actual Wake Up Call...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113844929945890030</id><published>2006-01-29T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-29T11:39:12.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By NuNu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged by snookums &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NuNu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what .. am&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;%70 weirdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/weirdo.1.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehehe shda3wa! =P bs funny picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now I guess am supposed to mention some weird things about myself? .. hmmm! what's weird! that's the question.. let me give it a shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* I could live on only taboole or cheese and toast or just cucombers for months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* I wouldn't want a house, I'd rather a fancy boat to live in&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; awnas =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* There's no telling how much chocolate bars and icecream I can eat, I smashed records believe you me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* I do not have Kuwaiti female close friends, never had, my bestfriends are all from out of town, nothing personal I just haven't yet found one I could get along so well with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Even though I am so crazy about traveling and seeing new different places, I am afraid of flying, I would still skydive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* I can easily hate people, When I fight with someone I know I never wanna hear from again, I add them all under one certain name, like "Zeft".. they're many, so when they call I wouldn't be able to tell who was calling me, I delete the name before I could see the number, I never wanna know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* I have Pepsi with my breakfast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* Just like everyone death to me is a scary thought since it's in the unknown, but am not as scared of death as I am of being locked up in a grave 6 feet under ground in such a tiny area, that's the part that freaks me out the most, I'd rather be burnt or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* I feel awful when I see homeless drunk angry people with animals, the animals yakseroon khatri, used to drop off pets food to those who gathered by the supermarket I always shop at.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* I weight myself every morning, just like supermodels.. you know fat ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* I never wanna have kids, it's the giving birth process am not to excited about, don't give me all that "it's a must" crap I am not going to do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;* I don't like happy ending movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, I rearranged them since I thought all we had to speak of were only 5 =} I still don't know if it's weird enough!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113844929945890030?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113844929945890030/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113844929945890030' title='14 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113844929945890030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113844929945890030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged-by-nunu_29.html' title='Tagged By NuNu...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113734948665637523</id><published>2006-01-16T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:24:47.576Z</updated><title type='text'>He's Gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoLong Our Prince ={&lt;/strong&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/152/1233/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;May Your Soul Rest In Peace.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113734948665637523?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113734948665637523/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113734948665637523' title='12 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113734948665637523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113734948665637523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/01/hes-gone.html' title='He&apos;s Gone..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113691964402384593</id><published>2006-01-11T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:00:44.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Maaaaa'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/sheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one is trying to get out of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sheep Murder Day You Guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113691964402384593?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113691964402384593/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113691964402384593' title='12 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113691964402384593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113691964402384593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/01/maaaaa.html' title='Maaaaa&apos;...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113663064791161260</id><published>2006-01-07T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-07T10:44:08.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Q!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;What's A BestFriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113663064791161260?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113663064791161260/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113663064791161260' title='17 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113663064791161260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113663064791161260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2006/01/q.html' title='Q!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113428481705332551</id><published>2005-12-11T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-11T09:47:59.860Z</updated><title type='text'>WHERE THE HELL IS WINTER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/winter.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS UP WITH THAT WEATHER!!!! where is it already!!! we're half way through December and yesterday we had the AC on!!! Where the hell is winter!!!!! yuba manaby snow I Just want A FREAKIN WINTER!! I demand a freakin winter!! I demand a freakin winter and I demand one NOW!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yalla bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113428481705332551?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113428481705332551/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113428481705332551' title='21 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113428481705332551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113428481705332551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-hell-is-winter.html' title='WHERE THE HELL IS WINTER!!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113239055195661378</id><published>2005-11-19T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-19T11:08:34.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Cheating Concerns Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, my dearest friend and I got together hanging out and&lt;em&gt; of course&lt;/em&gt; talked about guys and relationships, I love this particular friend cause she's so &lt;em&gt;spontaneous&lt;/em&gt;, she never judges and she doesn't try to play shrink or anything she just speaks her plain simple thoughts directly and bluntly.. God bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking, it's funny how it's all girls think of! it became an obsession.. their main concern and automatically it's all they speak of! don't get me wrong I do think about that too but.. aren't we thinking just a little too much? We're not allowing faith to do its thing we meddle and over analyze situations which eventually would create another memory due to scrutinize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we got into the matter of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and how now it almost became an existing part of just about every marital life that at least we know off, I don’t mean only husbands I admit that, but I do mean&lt;em&gt; mostly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally can’t help my doubts, okay I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be somewhat the jealous type, but that is not what I would put up a fight for, it’s &lt;em&gt;my self respect that merits the struggle&lt;/em&gt;, seeing as once I’d know for a fact that my partner is cheating I’d quietly walkout of the relationship and not even argue, a cheater is never worth it, that is something we both agreed on and am sure most of you *hope all* do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then again what if we don’t know but we feel these tiny teeny sings that he/she might be cheating… no clue no actual proof just small cipher here and there of unexplained behaviors or situations that could still mean nothing at all, yet it could also mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/eye.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/200/eye.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I said *hope all* thinking of a friend who knew that her husband was cheating, she chose &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to confront him with the truth, she didn't want to believe, affirming that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;she'd rather be with a cheater than to be alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she chose not to see.. I died a little inside, I think she saw that on my face, I mean to know the bitter truth and not speak up! &lt;strong&gt;for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/speak.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/speak.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/200/speak.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I would speak and ask him or her if they’re cheating&lt;/em&gt;.." You'd say, but would you really expect an honest answer out of a cheater? Whether the partner is cheating or not the answer will always be “No I am not” .. give it a thought.. would you tell? regretfully we know that is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend suggested continuing your life normally and hope they’re all in your head, I liked that one first cause it seemed like the harmless solution, then I thought "Wouldn’t it suck when you come to realize that you’ve been punked for the past years and wasted your precious years with a fraud?" I've seen a couple of situations, believe me it would suck bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t really think of anything else to solve this *cheating* issue, &lt;em&gt;how can you know? &lt;strong&gt;how can you tell they're telling the truth?!&lt;/strong&gt; how can you tell he's not cheating with all these little signs which could still be something your head came up with!? when they can still be real! ... &lt;/em&gt;that I don't know but I for one do know I would so want to know, I wouldn’t mind in fact I wouldn’t care! I would simply leave and let him kick it off with his slut for as long as they want as long as it means that I would be living my life &lt;em&gt;cheaters-free&lt;/em&gt; and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113239055195661378?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113239055195661378/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113239055195661378' title='30 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113239055195661378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113239055195661378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/11/cheating-concerns-again_19.html' title='Cheating Concerns Again...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113188173428482367</id><published>2005-11-13T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T11:37:57.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Organ Donor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;I've always wondered about organs donating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/fff.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother refuses to talk about this issue, I know I would swiftly give her my kidney if she ever needed *la qaddar Allah* that is of course if my kidney still works well enough, that’s a whole different issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about when am dead? and my corpse is of no use, yet some of my organs are! wouldn't it be &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; right thing to do to give them to those who would use them wisely? to help those who have a chance? I am dead either way, gone, yet a part of me would still live! I know that some may define it as a wrench, but is it really? It’s not like it’s being cut for no reason! Some people would actually thank pray for your soul for the rest of their lives.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/doner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;What do you think? Would you give away your organs? And if you think you would you think your parents or people who care about you would let you? would you accept that someone you care about donate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if a dear one *la qaddar Allah* happens to need an organ transplant? Wouldn’t you pray they would find someone who would do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;think of these questions sincerely, put yourself in those shoes one by one, share your thoughts, would you share your organs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113188173428482367?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113188173428482367/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113188173428482367' title='41 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113188173428482367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113188173428482367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/11/organ-donor.html' title='Organ Donor..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113157097778626972</id><published>2005-11-09T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:54:01.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Petite Marie By Francis Cabrel...</title><content type='html'>Petite Marie je parle de toi parce qu'avec&lt;br /&gt;ta petite voix&lt;br /&gt;Tes petites manies&lt;br /&gt;Tu as versé sur ma vie des milliers de roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite furie je me bats pour toi pour que dans&lt;br /&gt;dix mille ans de ça&lt;br /&gt;On se retrouve à l'abri&lt;br /&gt;sous un ciel aussi joli que des milliers de roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles ne parlent que de toi&lt;br /&gt;D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains sur un morceau de bois&lt;br /&gt;De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Petite Marie je t'attends transi sous une tuile de ton toit&lt;br /&gt;Le vent de la nuit froide&lt;br /&gt;me renvoie la ballade que j'avais écrite que pour toi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite furie tu dis que la vie c'est une bague à chaque doigt&lt;br /&gt;Au soleil de Floride&lt;br /&gt;moi mes poches sont videsEt mes yeux pleurent de froid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles ne parlent que de toi&lt;br /&gt;D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains sur un morceau de bois&lt;br /&gt;De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dans la pénombre de ta rue&lt;br /&gt;Petite Marie, m'entends-tu?&lt;br /&gt;Je n'attends plus que toi pour partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans la pénombre de ta rue&lt;br /&gt;Petite Marie, m'entends-tu?&lt;br /&gt;Je n'attends plus que toi.. pour partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je viens du ciel et les étoiles entre elles ne parlent que de toi&lt;br /&gt;D'un musicien qui fait jouer ses mains sur un morceau de bois&lt;br /&gt;De leur amour plus bleu que le ciel autour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to hear the song you can go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franciscabrel.com/discographie/77-87.php"&gt;http://www.franciscabrel.com/discographie/77-87.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Cabrel...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113113308284603081</id><published>2005-11-04T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-05T11:17:03.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Add To My Birthday Wish List...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/powerski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/powerski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a sea person you will love this =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Cutie Cute NuNu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 FAVORITES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Color:&lt;/span&gt; I hate that question! it really depends on my mood! Black these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Food:&lt;/span&gt; Chinese Pekin Duck, not sure about the spelling, I also like Pizza and Chicken Ceaser Salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Month:&lt;/span&gt; May =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Song:&lt;/span&gt; Depends on my mood!! hal ayam Party Starter by Big Willy, and Immortelle by Lara Fabian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Sin City, The Usual Suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Sport:&lt;/span&gt; VollyBall, Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Season:&lt;/span&gt; Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Day Of The week:&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Ice Cream Flavor:&lt;/span&gt; Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Time Of Day:&lt;/span&gt; Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9 CURRENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Pissed off, My eye isn't any better ={&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Current Taste:&lt;/span&gt; Sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Current Clothes:&lt;/span&gt; Gray &amp;amp; Pink PJ's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Current Toenail:&lt;/span&gt; Beige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Current Time:&lt;/span&gt; 1:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Those are not 9! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8 FIRSTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First Best Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Arwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First Screen Name:&lt;/span&gt; My Real Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First Pet:&lt;/span&gt; Roney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First Piercing:&lt;/span&gt; Ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First Crush:&lt;/span&gt; Family friends' son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First Album:&lt;/span&gt; Don't laugh! New Kids On The Block =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7 LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last Cigarette:&lt;/span&gt; No Smokey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last Drink:&lt;/span&gt; Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last Car Ride:&lt;/span&gt; Lexus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last Kiss:&lt;/span&gt; Who wela When!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last Movie Seen:&lt;/span&gt; Spirited Away, I know it's Cartoons but it's still a movie isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last Phone Call:&lt;/span&gt; Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last CD Played:&lt;/span&gt; Petite Marie by Francis Cabrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6 HAVE YOU EVERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Guy/Girl Friends:&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have You ever Broken the Law:&lt;/span&gt; What Kinda law are we talking about here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested:&lt;/span&gt; Nope, Inshalla never will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped:&lt;/span&gt; Get Out =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV:&lt;/span&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know:&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5 THINGS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thing You're Wearing:&lt;/span&gt; Pjs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thing You've Done Today:&lt;/span&gt; Slept and Woke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thing You Can Hear Right Now:&lt;/span&gt; The Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thing You Can't Live Without:&lt;/span&gt; hmm.. I think I can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up! ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Bed.&lt;br /&gt;B. Bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;C. Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;D. Sister's Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Cousin Lalooda.&lt;br /&gt;B. Friend Imene&lt;br /&gt;C. Depends on the thing am telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Black or White:&lt;/span&gt; Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hot or Cold:&lt;/span&gt;Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaBaDaBaDooOoooOOOooOOOooOOOoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Tag Whomever Wants To Be Tagged =}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113109788434463882?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113109788434463882/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113109788434463882' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113109788434463882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113109788434463882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged :)'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-113031987340898531</id><published>2005-10-26T09:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:44:33.410Z</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Things Thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven Things I Plan To Do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose 3 kilos.&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel in Eid.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take my car for a car wash.&lt;br /&gt;4. Visit my cousin and my good friends in say about seven countries.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get over my fear of flying first hehe!&lt;br /&gt;6. Write a book.&lt;br /&gt;7. Leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Seven Things I Can Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Find the chocolate my mother hid from me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drive on road trips for many many hours. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You can so count on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be there when people ask for a hand.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dance nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;5. Navigate, with the modern equipments today who can't =P&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell people how I truely feel about them.&lt;br /&gt;7. Remeber things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Seven Things I Can't Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hide my face expressions.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lie / pretend&lt;br /&gt;3. Stay in Kuwait.&lt;br /&gt;4. Not See Jouri for a while.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hold my tears. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3ala ili yeswa weli mayeswa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch Arabic or Indian movies.&lt;br /&gt;7. climb a tree ={&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Seven Things I Say The Most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sweety.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who's with me!? &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;- a&lt;/span&gt; cricket sound is all you hear after this line, goes pretty silent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;4. Big Deal.&lt;br /&gt;5. Am not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;6. Am so in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;7. Freakin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Not Passing =P It stops here since almost everyone I know already been tagged =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-113031987340898531?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/113031987340898531/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=113031987340898531' title='18 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113031987340898531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/113031987340898531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/10/seven-things-thing_26.html' title='The Seven Things Thing..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112962450159640138</id><published>2005-10-18T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:37:31.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I was out with a couple of my friend, we ran into other friends (well not really friends just people my friend knows) and we all sat together, all of different nationalities, say we were about 6 at the table and all of us seem to get along nicely, until one had to leave so her friend suggested walking her to her car, right at that momentl, one of the “not really a friend” went: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ew sho besh3a flaana! ma7abaita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (expressing how ugly he thought she was) I had my eyes a little too wide open staring at my kiwi juice as he went on and on abotu how she looks, my friend (my actual friend) tried to explain how she thought she was not ugly at all she had a charming personality and natural features, which she did she was quiet interesting and fun, but he kept on insisting that he found her rather ugly and using his exact words “&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;betnaffir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” when I couldn’t take it anymore as I was thinking, this person is such a charlatan!! He was talking and laughing and was very friendly with her and as soon as she walked away he trash talks like that!? I mean even if he found her ugly couldn’t he have kept this valuable information to himself?!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there went &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sponty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =} .. I suddenly barged into the conversation, I said &lt;em&gt;"how can you be nice to someone you don't like! I wouldn't even want to be &lt;strong&gt;around&lt;/strong&gt; people I don't like" he said that he had to cause she's his friend's friend!&lt;/em&gt; “ya3ni you &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; to be nice &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; that you actually are” that’s when he got my point, I was asking myself to shut up while I was speaking but I think I got a little &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;pissed off to shut myself up, it was over taking me! And I went on and on about how that was &lt;em&gt;disrespectful &lt;/em&gt;even to us the rest of the people left on the table cause now we know that as soon as we leave he’ll start bad mouthing us.. by that time his friend came back from walking that poor girl to her car, and he was all nice again to that person not even feeling guilty for what we just said!! I was like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Some people just have it!! I told my friend am not at all comfortable with those people I’d rather leave and just continue the evening somewhere else, so we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next part of the story has nothing to do with being hypocrite but they are some how related I just had to mention it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to a place, I don’t know if I should mention the name =P and we sat down ordered our drinks and started picking up the fun where we left it, &lt;em&gt;suddenly &lt;/em&gt;I see my friend jumping off her chair and pointing to the floor, I was hoping it was not what &lt;em&gt;regularly&lt;/em&gt; people&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;point at the floor for, but it was, yes my friends, a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =} in the restaurant, with the wings and all &lt;strong&gt;GROSS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; We went to the end of the restaurant where we asked for our bill from over there and for someone to get our stuff and moved again to another place hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What a night huh! we were a little tense too in that other place expecting those insects (including people like that guy mentioned earlier) to show up but gladly the night went on without any more discomfort ilhemdella =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112962450159640138?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112962450159640138/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112962450159640138' title='42 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112962450159640138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112962450159640138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/10/hypocrite.html' title='Hypocrite!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112954323946097527</id><published>2005-10-17T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:00:40.230Z</updated><title type='text'>"Just Forget About It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blabing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't like it when I feel like talking and people would say "&lt;em&gt;it's okay just forget about it&lt;/em&gt;" it's like saying "&lt;em&gt;just shut up! we don't even care&lt;/em&gt;" and I don't mean people from nowhere I mean people who are supposed to be "friends"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO TALK DAMN IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Regardless, my question now is as following, How Can You Forget?! "&lt;em&gt;just forget about it&lt;/em&gt;" sounds very easy to say! but can you actually do it?! I do try, it takes forever for me to move on, but to forget? there are so many things that am just sick of and there's nothing I can do about it to make it better, I don't mean here specific matters like relationships, but yes it is included, I do mean in all fields, I hold grudges! I never let go of my anger, you'd assume that time helps get over it but it doesn't! it just makes things different but not unmemorable! trust me, it's been years, they are still there and they keep popping up every once and while which pisses me off completely! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What pisses me off even more is that I know we as we live have alot less issues than many surrounding us! yet we don't appreciate what we have and say ilhemdella, no we seek trouble by even creating them to ourselves! I got to the point of not wanting to say anything anymore but then the time comes and when I lay my head down to sleep, the show starts! if only my pillow could speak! I guess then it would probably only ask me to shut up and forget about it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time.. how can you make it go back?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112954323946097527?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112954323946097527/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112954323946097527' title='12 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112954323946097527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112954323946097527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-forget-about-it.html' title='&quot;Just Forget About It&quot;'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112937107496072351</id><published>2005-10-15T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:14:12.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Again! Enntagait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been tagged by her sweetness &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NuNu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, okay here we go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Last movie you saw in a theater:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;The War Of The Worlds ---&gt; BOHOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. What book are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Not really a book person =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Favorite board game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Taboo, Mastermind, Men Are From Mars Women Are From Venus, depends on my mood really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Favorite magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Nothing specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;madri, ham depends on my mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Can’t really tell, it's too obvious by now that am a very moody person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Favorite sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Worst feeling in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Injustice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;hmmm.. why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Favorite fast food place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;McDonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Future child's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Boy: Yousif Girl: Sarah - Fatimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Finish this statement: If I had a lot of moneybuy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;My mother her dream house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Do you drive fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. Storms, cool or scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Depends on my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Kiwi Juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. Finish this statement, "If I had the time I would...":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I always have the time, if I say I don’t then it’s just an excuse =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. Half empty or half full?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Depends on my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. Favorite sports to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Depends on my mood!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21. One nice thing about the person who tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;aawww!! Can’t state it! Adorable, Funny, Cute,.. just love her really =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22. Morning person, or night owl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23. Favorite place to relax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Depends on my mood lol =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;am thinking of who to tag now .. YOU'RE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112937107496072351?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112937107496072351/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112937107496072351' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112937107496072351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112937107496072351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/10/again-enntagait.html' title='Again! Enntagait!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112893666225130400</id><published>2005-10-10T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:27:56.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/remee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="63" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/remee.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3araftooha?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That's &lt;a href="http://www.b-u.co.il/index.php?area=1&amp;p=product&amp;amp;action=showdetails&amp;id=199/"&gt;Rémi Bandali!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have been looking for her songs for a while o madri shilttari!! I finally found some! it wasn't easy I couldn't even find a proper picture to post! Still looking though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She brings beautiful childhood memories to me, I remember I was a kid and my older cousin was telling me how this cute tiny child sings around the globe mainly for her country as it was going through a &lt;em&gt;war&lt;/em&gt;, and I didn't understand what did she mean with "war"? like in the movies? with blood and dead people and all? a couple of years later I knew what a war meant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A couple of her songs that really do make me go way back "and not wanna come back" are those:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 3atoona il Tofooli "&lt;/strong&gt;aka&lt;strong&gt; Sauvez L'enfance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Give Us A Chance"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Teer o 3alli ya 7amaam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Baiti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-La Tebki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Emmy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ghassil weshak ya amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Whatever happened to her!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112893666225130400?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112893666225130400/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112893666225130400' title='77 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112893666225130400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112893666225130400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/10/remember-her.html' title='Remember Her?'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>77</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112841308825095084</id><published>2005-10-04T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:04:48.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ramadhan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 1st DAY OF RAMADHAN YOU GUYS! =}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7146/1509/400/Coys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it really happy? hehe well after fotoor it will be, I have to admit the starving part kinda gives me a headache but still there's this weird sense or feeling or whatever that comes with this holy month and I just love that feeling! things will pick up after fotoor I guess hehe! =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so am at work now and I know I don't want to be here, I got tons of stuff to do and I'd rather be out there doing them than to just sit her and be pretty lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so taking the rest of the day off in a little while and start doing whatever it is that I've been postponing for the past like 2 weeks or whatever, enjoy the rest of the day you guys =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112841308825095084?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112841308825095084/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112841308825095084' title='31 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112841308825095084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112841308825095084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-ramadhan.html' title='Happy Ramadhan...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112748233024458647</id><published>2005-09-24T02:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:32:10.250Z</updated><title type='text'>To Handle The Ride..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to point out one and say check this guy out or maybe comment on a specific one? but they all had something I couldn't make up my mind and I got so lost!! Shalla 7adkom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/shalahadkom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which one did you like best? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112748233024458647?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112748233024458647/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112748233024458647' title='29 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112748233024458647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112748233024458647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-handle-ride.html' title='To Handle The Ride..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112711493596069791</id><published>2005-09-21T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-20T07:54:44.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Just Say No! UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE! Need a clearer picture?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/152/1233/400/druguse%2012.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/152/1233/400/drugs3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;DO YOURSELF A FAVOR, DO YOUR FAMILY A FAVOR, DO YOUR LOVED ONES A FAVOR AND DON'T!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112711493596069791?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112711493596069791/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112711493596069791' title='42 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112711493596069791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112711493596069791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-say-no-update.html' title='Just Say No! UPDATE!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112695543743098540</id><published>2005-09-17T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-17T11:25:54.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Sponty Sponty Sponty..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OK so like a couple of days ago or maybe even weeks I was like &lt;em&gt;oh I don't feel well I feel awful I feel sick blaa blaa blaa..&lt;/em&gt; I hate when I a7en! when I nag that is, but I can't help but otherwise lately!! sayra 7anna!! 7anna ley darajat ini a3el roo7y! isn't it .. I don't know what it is!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I do feel better I mean am not sick anymore or anything but I feel SO DEPRESSED!!!! and am sick of being depressed! 7alaw oho! enough is enough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and hey! chocolate? didn't work, gym? not that either, going out? driving long distance? singing and dancing? scream into a pillow? &lt;em&gt;HELLO! &lt;/em&gt;those are advices "I" usually give! now am suffering and can't even help myself out!! I became so so so negative! am so hurt and different, I try not to show it sometimes but hey who am I kidding! I hate being spontaneous, I want to feel better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I miss my friends, I miss my cousin, I miss having true real friends who are ACTUALLY there for me! who would ACTUALLY give their time just to listen to my gibberish! even if they don't get a word I say yet they know me blabing will eventually make me feel better! I miss having a shoulder to cry on, I miss telling stuff without being ashamed of and then they point the funny sides of those stuff and make me laugh at them, I try to make it up for myself, I try to keep myself busy, I try to go out, I try and I try and I try and I will get through I know I will!! I just don't know when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaahhhh.. oh well thanx for your time, I guess I'll go kill myself now, see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/pprrrrrr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope this kitty is just relaxed and not dead!&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/14205119-112695543743098540?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112695543743098540/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112695543743098540' title='30 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112695543743098540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112695543743098540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/09/sponty-sponty-sponty.html' title='Sponty Sponty Sponty..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112642726560303047</id><published>2005-09-12T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-11T08:27:46.380Z</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Like Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/wtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/wtc.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 11th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today may be the day points of view differ and defy to prove who's right and who's point is stronger. &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;, I am with those who feel sad and count this day as tragic, I don't see how can a person see that&lt;em&gt; killing&lt;/em&gt; people to have them&lt;em&gt; converted&lt;/em&gt; from one religion to another is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right thing to do, give it a thought for just one second, you really think God is happy with what you did? take another second and seriously think about it, you think he'd appreciate you taking the lives that he gave? who are you to take what he gives? don't you think God can take care of them himself and take them once he decides it's their time? who are you to affirm? who are you to judge? I don't see how can a person makes young people throw their lives away while he sits there &lt;em&gt;"staying alive"&lt;/em&gt;, in the name of Islam? walla fashla, so why wasn't he on a plane too?! oh right, he's a tad &lt;em&gt;"smarter",&lt;/em&gt; okay Mr. Smartguy, what good came out of what you did now? answer me this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/200/fire.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/200/crash.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/200/attacl.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/200/phonebig.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/200/people1.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/ny.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/400/cry.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Also today counts as extra tragic to me cause it's the day I lost a very dear friend and a very dear "person" of mine, no he did not die, we just chose to be apart for the lamest reasons, to you I love you and I always will remember you you doofus, even though I shouldn't, thank you for ending the most precious moments of my life, this day will live in me longer than I thought it would for several reasons I guess.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/still.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112642726560303047?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112642726560303047/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112642726560303047' title='22 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112642726560303047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112642726560303047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-like-today.html' title='I Don&apos;t Like Today...'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112583148331384196</id><published>2005-09-04T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:06:00.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Ana Entaggait..</title><content type='html'>Tagged By NuNu, Allah yegazi ili kan il sabab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awal mara antagg, 3ad tawni ga3da agool I don't want to post anything 3ashan la I move Ian's picture!! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I start you guys I have to say am feeling much better, YEY! =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last book you read:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;.. ok here's this thing with me and books, I NEED A TRAIN! I only read in trains and therefore I do not recall the last book I read, I guess it was La Vie Est Belle it's an italian story from during WWII .. whatever I have nothing to prove for you people =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last phone number you called:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mamati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last show you watched on TV:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Conan O'Brien, love this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last thing you had to drink:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last thing you ate:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cornflakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last time you cried:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;a week ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last time you smiled:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The day before yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last person you hugged: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anna, she left last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last person you talked to on the phone:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Enas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last thing you smelled:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;My office scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last CD that you bought: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;bought?! olla mathker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last song you sang:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You're Beautiful - James Blunt, still singing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last thing you laughed at:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mostly at stories told at family gathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What's in your cd player/changer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;baih! ok mostly French, English &amp;amp; Arabic hits or like Fayrouz, and Salsa ma Salsa ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What time did you wake up today:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;8:45 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Current favorite article of clothing:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nothing specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Favorite place to be:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tahiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Least favorite place:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you believe in an afterlife?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I do question alot, but Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In Heaven or Hell?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;what about them? if I believe? then I question alot but Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How tall are you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;5.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Current favorite word:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Newraah. Don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Favorite Book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Not a book person, read for the heck of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Random lyric: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hmmm, madri can't think of any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If I could be doing anything right now, i would be:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Traveling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Are you a daredevil?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Most times Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have you ever told a secret you swore you'd never tell?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do looks matter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yep, but wait I mean if you look like a Goddess and behave like a dumbass then I'll have to reconsider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How do you release your anger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;mostly Cry, Scream into a pillow, Driving long distance singing with the highest tone possible, not a pretty site, go to the gym and blame the punching bag in a kickboxing class, jacuzzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My second home is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;where's my first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One thing i have that i wish i didn't is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;My face reaction, I can't hide my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All you need is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;a true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SomethingI want but I don't really need is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;shoes, shoes, shoes, a boat and maybe a train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Something I need but I don't really want is:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;a father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;drink?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yep, and eat too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;have a dream that keeps coming back?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;believe there is life on other planets?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;There could be, makes no difference to me, would be fun to meet people of different mentalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;read the newspaper?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;consider yourself tolerant of others? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Not all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;consider police a friend or foe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Our police? Not human. I consider them creatures with psychological issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Now what? I tag people? .. hmm okay! I tag hmmm ... I taaag... .. &lt;a href="http://jabriya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shorouq&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;? aaaaand I taaag &lt;a href="http://dont-judge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tequila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;? aaaand and and and and &lt;a href="http://a3sab.blogspot.com/"&gt;A3sab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;... oh and &lt;a href="http://bo-ghazi.blogspot.com/"&gt;bo_ghazi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; cause he said I tagged him lama shisma fa now I tag him for real .. o bs =} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112583148331384196?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112583148331384196/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112583148331384196' title='25 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112583148331384196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112583148331384196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/09/ana-entaggait.html' title='Ana Entaggait..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112539370394227313</id><published>2005-08-30T11:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-08-30T09:55:58.223Z</updated><title type='text'>My Medication..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please Read With Flu Accent, Thank You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 days and am still feeling awful! &lt;em&gt;*sneeze*&lt;/em&gt; I did not go to the Dr. because I know what I'll they'll give me and I know it's pointless cause I know it's not what would make me feel better, wanna know what medication would actually work? &lt;strong&gt;THAT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/blogger/152/1233/320/HOTTT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aaaah life is beautiful =} .. I feel better already just looking at him =}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;aaatchew!!!&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/14205119-112539370394227313?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112539370394227313/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112539370394227313' title='65 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112539370394227313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112539370394227313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-medication_30.html' title='My Medication..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112521432791999560</id><published>2005-08-29T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-28T07:50:47.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Sponty Is Not O.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick :~( .. I don't like being sick, I can't sleep well, I can't breath well, I look terrible, I can't stand myself am either way too cold or way too hot, I sound like a broken engine and my head hurts along with my joints :~( .. my eyes are burning and I feel dizzy, I thought I'd feel better if I went to work and got myself a little busy, no use :( .. I don't like how I feel it's bugging :~( my stomach is acting weird too I feel sick it's probably something I ate yesterday, am still fighting and trying to make the day through, won't give up until I actually have to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila, remember you said in an earlier post with the puppy pic reminded you of a hot dog? I told you I have something more hot doggy, check this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/hotdog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok now I'll go back to work and pretend that everything is ok and that am functioning as good as every other usual day.. be good y'all and be healthy .. *sniff*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112521432791999560?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112521432791999560/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112521432791999560' title='48 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112521432791999560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112521432791999560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/08/sponty-is-not-ok.html' title='Sponty Is Not O.K.'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112487447008235414</id><published>2005-08-24T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:36:44.146Z</updated><title type='text'>A Day At E.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment City!&lt;/strong&gt; Yep! Me and my friends were bored enough to finally find our selves wanting to go to Entertainment City, and we did, I haven't been there in like ten&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;years if not more, I called mom to ask for directions and it took her awhile to get where we wanted to go, she kept on asking if we're sure of the place, my friend's mom gave us a look and was like .. okkkay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;So we went there and we actually had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a blast!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We laughed so much and we probably were the only grownups that were there for ourselves and not for their kids, we actually were our kids!.. I had fun, I needed that, am thankful for such a beautiful day, oh and before I go I have to share this with you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the famous &lt;strong&gt;Sinbad&lt;/strong&gt; ride, or more like tour, that usually is children’s favorite, we noticed that they have changed a lot in there and left some exactly as they were from the early days, below you’ll find one of the things I’ve never seen there before.. a word of warning though, it could be a little shocking hehe! I guess E.C. can also mean &lt;strong&gt;Erotica City&lt;/strong&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/PantsOff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;We wondered how long has it been this way and how long will it be there until someone notices and says something!? whomever pays a visit, please do check the &lt;strong&gt;Sinbad&lt;/strong&gt; ride and have us updated :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112487447008235414?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112487447008235414/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112487447008235414' title='37 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112487447008235414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112487447008235414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-at-ec.html' title='A Day At E.C.'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112453307466284410</id><published>2005-08-20T09:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:42:09.033Z</updated><title type='text'>The Woman From Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think lost almost all of my friends, especially male friends, once they got married, unexplained phenomenon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; but wait! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;not all!&lt;/span&gt; I have one who didn't :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which means there could be few more out there, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I SEE HOPE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have this friend of mine he’s very dear to me, we know eachother very well he’s a wonderful wonderful guy, well he might have a few ticks here and there like we all do but really, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a wonderful guy&lt;/span&gt;, I could totally disregard these ticks, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oh and compared to almost everyone else I knew? Yep, he sure is an angel&lt;/span&gt;, we count on each other on many things, we seek eachother’s advice and help once we need one with no hesitation, it’s good to have someone like that in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he recently got married like a year and a half ago,&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I didn’t expect him specifically out of our friends to be cool!&lt;/span&gt; I mean he always seemed to value traditional beliefs and wouldn’t speak much of his problems, I never thought he could be this open minded, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;he introduced me to his wife&lt;/span&gt; and I have to say it meant a lot to me, it made me realize that this guy trusts me for real, I appreciated that dearly, she&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;to be a good person, her and I &lt;/em&gt;didn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; become friends but she totally understood that him and I have been friends for a very long time and we’re as close as a brother and a sister can be, sweet of her of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see him happy, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;he had a babyboy&lt;/span&gt; and it was fun to hear him speak about his life and see him as the husband and the father I never thought he would be, am proud :) &lt;strong&gt;but guess what, like everything else, that didn't last.. it was only in the early days, and I do mean&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; days&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;he’s still the same amazing person he always been, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;not her though&lt;/span&gt;, he’s so unhappy.. and suddenly! I don’t know what to say when he tells me about the troubles they have, specially that &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;he never told anyone about this&lt;/span&gt;.. it made me feel like he's reaching out.. and it keep on getting worse! I tried to explain that it’s what being married is all about and that it's normal but then what do I know, and I don’t get what suddenly happened!! she suddenly became WEIRD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate to be in this shoe, I try to help and to make him see that it’s fine and it’ll be okay and it’s only a matter of time bla bla blaaa… but who am I kidding&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; This woman is from hell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She means to piss him off and would be super mean to him over stupid stuff and in front of strangers! she shows no respect! No man would let that go!! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hell no woman would let a man treat her that way!!&lt;/span&gt; he doesn’t know what to fabricate to make her happy! my advice of “it’s okay it’s only a matter of time” made him seem to be accepting what she’s doing!&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I messed up!&lt;/span&gt; I thought if she saw that he's still a sweet heart even though she's a total bitch she'd come around! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but she keeps on getting nastier and nastier! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first I got to think.. okay he’s just making it up, but then things got rrrrreally obvious, Only hearing the stories give me headache.. The poor thing has to live with it!&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I’ve always hated meddling in issues like that but&lt;strong&gt; IT’S TOO MUCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she was becomming bitter slowly but she reached the top only after she had the baby!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I swear if his mom knew what he’s going through she would&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; kick her out herself!&lt;/span&gt; What kind of advice can I give him now! I don't like to see my friend going through such horrible moments while he's reaching out to me! and I can’t say &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;get a divorce&lt;/span&gt; even though it seems to be the perfectest solution! Who would want to live such life!? Laish 3awaar il raas laaish!! He has a kid! He will have to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; for the sake of this helpless child, but then would it be &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mentaly healthy&lt;/span&gt; for this child to see his parents living this way!? You guys .. I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112453307466284410?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112453307466284410/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112453307466284410' title='50 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112453307466284410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112453307466284410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/08/woman-from-hell.html' title='The Woman From Hell'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112409944309487359</id><published>2005-08-15T07:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:33:27.220Z</updated><title type='text'>They Were Freezing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/planer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/planer2.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/planecrash5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/planecrash5.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cyprus has declared three days of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mourning for the victims of Sunday's crash of a Cypriot passenger jet near Athens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Helios Airways Boeing 737 took off from the Mediterranean island of Cyprus full of vacationers crashed to a mountain at about 09:20 GMT somewhere north of Athens yesterday &lt;strong&gt;killing 115 passengers "48 of them are children" :( and six crew members on board&lt;/strong&gt; just a few minutes before its scheduled landing time on a flight from Larnaca International Airport of Cyprus to Prague via Athens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The causes of the crash are still unclear, the pilots reported before crash that something was wrong with the &lt;strong&gt;air conditioning system&lt;/strong&gt; and that the plane was going cold, officials suspect a sudden drop in cabin pressure that deprived the crew and passengers of oxygen&lt;br /&gt;pilots are typically trained to deal with loss of pressure, but at 35,000 feet, &lt;strong&gt;they only had seconds to act&lt;/strong&gt;, soon after the jet crossed into Greek airspace, all radio contact was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Greek F-16 fighter jets were immediately out to investigate and met the airliner at 34,000 feet. The fighter pilots saw the 737 co-pilot &lt;strong&gt;slumped in his seat appeared to be unconscious when the captain was nowhere in sight, and oxygen masks were dangled&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/plane2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The F-16 pilots said they saw &lt;strong&gt;two people apparently trying to take control of the aircraft&lt;/strong&gt;, it was unclear whether they were crewmembers or passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is very upsetting! but the most distressing part is that one of the passengers sent an &lt;strong&gt;sms &lt;/strong&gt;to his cousin to say Goodbye! in his sms he mentioned that the pilot was unconscious, there was no hope of surviving, he also said "&lt;strong&gt;Farewell cousin, we're freezing"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Reports said that dozens of bodies were still strapped into their seats, some with the remnants of oxygen masks over their faces, &lt;strong&gt;two charred bodies were still hugging each other&lt;/strong&gt;, it appeared that the pilot was already dead and that the plane was flying on automatic pilot when it hit the mountain. It was possible that few on board were alive when the plane smashed into the small mountain near the city of Grammatiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The plane's two black boxes have been recovered. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/planecrasher1.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112409944309487359?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112409944309487359/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112409944309487359' title='20 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112409944309487359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112409944309487359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/08/they-were-freezing.html' title='They Were Freezing!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112385059521978360</id><published>2005-08-12T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-13T06:58:14.556Z</updated><title type='text'>So I've Never Seen Mary PoppinGs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/marypoppings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/marypoppings2.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went over to my cousins' place for a sleepover, I love doing that, we love watching movies specially whether hits or like new released or just the ones we saw when we were kids, it birngs wonderful memories, so we know each other since forever and know almost everything about each other, so we were watching the disney classic &lt;em&gt;"The Little Mermaid"&lt;/em&gt; which I just LOVE! until we saw this add of the old time movie &lt;em&gt;"Mary Poppings"&lt;/em&gt; then I said: &lt;em&gt;you guys know I've never seen this?&lt;/em&gt; suddenly my cousin was shouting out calling her sister's saying: "&lt;strong&gt;SPONTA" NEVER SAW MARY POPPINGS&lt;/strong&gt;!!! and the other one was just as shocked and said: &lt;strong&gt;What!! how did you go on with your childhood&lt;/strong&gt;! they went on and one and I was like .. ermm .. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and there it hit me! I've seen almost all children movies, why not &lt;em&gt;Mary&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Popplings&lt;/em&gt;?! even though I saw clips of it in every pre add of every movie! there was something about that umbrella I guess! oh or maybe the dancing pinguins? I don't know exactly! did I really miss out not seeing it? is it too late to watch it now?! I mean we watch the old ones cause they bring nice memories and such, and point out what we might have misunderstood then as children and laugh at how we looked at things then, would it be pointless to see &lt;em&gt;Mary Poppings&lt;/em&gt; now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112385059521978360?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112385059521978360/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112385059521978360' title='32 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112385059521978360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112385059521978360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-ive-never-seen-mary-poppings.html' title='So I&apos;ve Never Seen Mary PoppinGs!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112340431311035641</id><published>2005-08-07T08:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:45:13.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Good Is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why would anyone end something good? Why make things different?? What is wrong with good times and good feelings and.. good?! Why would anyone want to have less than good!? Could there be better than good? Could “better” be any good as good once was? Isn’t good just perfect? Don’t you miss good when it’s gone? Even when you think it’s better? What more would one ask for?! I love things the way they are, just because I complain a little or cry doesn’t mean I want things to change, In spite of everything!.. so you want better?! Fine! Go have better, I hope better treats you as good as I treated you, I’ll be here with good, and it’s as good as it could ever get.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112340431311035641?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112340431311035641/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112340431311035641' title='34 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112340431311035641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112340431311035641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-is-good.html' title='Good Is Good'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112297064226910128</id><published>2005-08-02T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:26:57.120Z</updated><title type='text'>15 Years Later.. God Bless Our Home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/checkpoint3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/checkpoint3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/killed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/killed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/killer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/killer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think again! Can you ever forget? Can you &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;ever forgive?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112297064226910128?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112297064226910128/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112297064226910128' title='41 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112297064226910128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112297064226910128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/08/15-years-later-god-bless-our-home.html' title='15 Years Later.. God Bless Our Home..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112280222665804206</id><published>2005-07-31T09:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-31T09:30:26.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Réaliste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/actuality1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/actuality1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;          Which One Are You?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112280222665804206?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112280222665804206/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112280222665804206' title='27 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112280222665804206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112280222665804206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/07/raliste.html' title='Réaliste!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112272515731617239</id><published>2005-07-30T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-30T12:07:30.816Z</updated><title type='text'>The Real P.O.W's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;I had many friends that I cared for who had family members taken as Prisoners Of War back in 1990, I felt so bad for them, I was a child but I recognized that they took helpless people regardless of their age, gender, profession, marital status and even &lt;em&gt;mental status&lt;/em&gt;! Maybe the most sorrowful feeling I got is when a mother spoke of her missing child, or when a child spoke of his missing parent, whenever there was a song or a poem related to the Kuwaiti prisoners made them break down and made us burst into tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;As I Grow Up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1-I met a girl in my music class when I was about 11, she was so much fun and had a great laugh, it was weird to see her cry whenever something related to the prisoners came up, I never wanted my father to pick me up from school to avoid hurting her feelings, I thought she’d appreciate that but nowI don’t think she cared, it was a different world she in at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2- Years later and as a teen who appreciated brotherhood, I started to think of the brothers who have been taken and how a younger sister would miss having her older brother teaching her how to drive or how to use a computer and such, and maybe at that age too I thought of those who were in love and lost each other, I questioned myself if they moved on or would they still be waiting after just many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- As a grown up today in my 20’s, I realized a much significant issue, the wives!! It’s been 15 years!! I had to ask and I knew that in our religion if you spouse was missing for over 3 years you have the right to get a divorce from court and move on with your life *la 7awla wala qowwa* .. 3 years!! it’s a must to avoid inconvenience, ok .. and after 7 years? 10? 15!?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a friend who worked in the P.O.W’s organization, she had no problem saying that many woman, specially after 5/7 years, came to file a divorce due to missing, the organization &lt;em&gt;refused&lt;/em&gt; to divorce unreasonabley, it was positioned strictly that no P.O.Ws’ spouse to be divorced until missing spouse is found, dead or alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so the available &lt;em&gt;"single&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;wife"&lt;/em&gt; happens to find her self infront of not too many options, none of them appealing, none of them fair, none of them suitable to her needs nor her situation, she then has no option but to give up! and she does, some gave up and waited till their missing spouses were announce dead 15 years later as they recognized they have wasted their lives down the drain, and some gave up and lived a life they once have had a better one,.. they could have had better if it wasn't for the harsh cruel sentence, they are prisoners who were never behind jail bars, we still have &lt;em&gt;Prisoners Of War&lt;/em&gt; and we will always have them between us,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112272515731617239?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112272515731617239/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112272515731617239' title='11 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112272515731617239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112272515731617239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/07/real-pows.html' title='The Real P.O.W&apos;s'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112236311838515582</id><published>2005-07-26T07:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-26T07:55:54.783Z</updated><title type='text'>No! Please! Not Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/1600/please_no_not_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/152/1233/320/please_no_not_me.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say "better wait for the right man to come", but what if the right man came and did not realize that you’re the right woman! incase you go through :) this seems to have worked with some :P .. Good Luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112236311838515582?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112236311838515582/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112236311838515582' title='22 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112236311838515582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112236311838515582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-please-not-me.html' title='No! Please! Not Me!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112214849615904562</id><published>2005-07-23T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-24T10:34:46.440Z</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Things Thing</title><content type='html'>I saw that "100 things about me" in a couple of posts and I was thinking , hey maybe I can do that too! .. let me see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-     I .. don’t know what to say..&lt;br /&gt;2-     I .. .. still don’t know what to say!&lt;br /&gt;3-     Okay! .. once I …  I .. I really don’t know what to say!!&lt;br /&gt;4-     ... .... .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T WANT TO PLAY ANYMORE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112214849615904562?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112214849615904562/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112214849615904562' title='21 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112214849615904562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112214849615904562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/07/100-things-thing.html' title='The 100 Things Thing'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112115872676395923</id><published>2005-07-12T08:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-12T09:19:45.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Mama’s Choice..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And if that diamond ring don’t shine..&lt;br /&gt;Mama is ganna get you a bran new wife..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want to get married, not because you found your other half, but because your friends are all married now and you're feeling a tad left out and your mama's been telling you that it's time you do, &lt;em&gt;it's a must evil&lt;/em&gt;, that's what I hear from every person who's about to get married, and the right move towards this evil is if your mama gets it for ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it evil? and why is it a must? why don't you wait till you and your better half come across each other? this isn't it supposed to be beautiful? I'm not arguing with "traditional customs" but let's speak as we live today, are we really following any of these customs? aren't we way too different than our mothers were as were they as their mothers were? you can go on and on with this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back In the days when the customs were right was when girls never went out, never worked, were never even seen, mamas chose them because eventually they were going to live togather so they had to get along, the husbands usually went the sea for several months, I totally understand why mama's choice seems right in this story, does any of this applies to us? On what basis do mothers choose today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand now that some men don't trust their own decisions, and since mama's choice is the untainted choice, then the girl mama chose is no way near a person you may have had as a friend for life, or a person you knew for a couple of years and had feelings for that even your mama's choice couldn't help you get over, when after a while from living with mama's choice you realize, you've had the best thing you ever had! your other half! and you let it go away.. because you believed that mama's way is the right way.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.. or is it?!&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/14205119-112115872676395923?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112115872676395923/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112115872676395923' title='19 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112115872676395923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112115872676395923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/07/mamas-choice.html' title='Mama’s Choice..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112091066254958892</id><published>2005-07-09T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-16T07:33:14.623Z</updated><title type='text'>The Master Of Misgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever think you could actually be the wrong person at the wrong place at the wrong time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like everyone else I was traumatized by the bombing that took place in London a couple of days ago, it was very shocking and moving to see terrified faces of innocent people covered with blood and wounds helping eachother away from the crime scene, unbelievable really, whomever done this totally suppose their work as a creation of bravery and heroism! what book say kill the innocents!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had made my contacts; also like everyone else, and made sure all of my friends who study, work and spending the vacation over there in London were safe and harmless, ilhemdella they were all fine nonetheless in a state of shock and despair, as worried as I was about this whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought of a friend of mine who live in Kuwait excepting that he happens to travel a lot as his work requires, I knew for a fact he happened to be in NY during 9/11/2001, I also knew he was in Lebanon during “Hareree’s assassination” on 2/14/2005, then it hit me! I supposed this would be a weird even a little scary consideration but might as well ask! I called his sister and we spoke a little about the London thing when she said: “&lt;em&gt;Yeah I hope my brother is OK&lt;/em&gt;!” I went quiet for a little while then I thought for a second… maybe it's about time I lost contact with these people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112091066254958892?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112091066254958892/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112091066254958892' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112091066254958892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112091066254958892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/07/master-of-misgiving.html' title='The Master Of Misgiving!'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112055336830634947</id><published>2005-07-05T08:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:11:10.973Z</updated><title type='text'>The HeartBreak Hotel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How To Get Over A HeartBreak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Months have passed by since you broke up and your heart's still in million pieces, you're finding it difficult to eat, or stop eating, sleep, work or think about anything except "How could he leave? What's wrong with me? or simply.. Why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can find counsels for checking out of HeartBreak Hotel, do it, you owe it to yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Let it out, then let it go. Vent, cry, tell your friends for the 15th time how he worshipped the way you talk, the way you look, your smile, your eyes, your smell,.. If you don't let your emotions out, they'll fester inside, and so will the louse's memory. Allow yourself one last good wallow. Then stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Form a weekend club, weekends are tough for the newly single, so start calling friends early in the week to make plans, go get your hair and nails done, look great to feel great and let your smile take place, let your friends know that this is helping you while healing, if they care enough you should know you are making them happy by being happy, it’s a win/win state of affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Meet a fascinating woman: Yourself. Do the things you've been dying to try or that you'd put on hold because he disapproved of them, or you didn't want to know because they would keep you away from him, Enroll in that acting class, search for a new career, take that trip you've always dreamt of and didn't take because he didn't like traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Retrain your heart. You will help your healing process once you can literally see him in a new, hunk-free light, imagining scenes that you want to happen, close your eyes and remember negative images, like when he had food dribbling off his chin ;) racked with rage at his callous behavior? In your mind's eye and only in your mind's eye, you can make him walk the plank, that should harmlessly blast away those venomous emotions slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Close the door. Don't fall into yo-yo love, let it be over. If he keeps calling to say you should give it one more chance after leaving you, or that he has someone new but wants to stay friends, don't bite. Cut him loose and celebrate the new and improved you, be the “I won't-settle-for-anything-less-than-a-great-guy” you, that's the YOU you deserve to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Beware the rebound hurdle. Just when you thought it was safe to go out with mascara on! you're back and in love. now try to see this new man for who he is, not as a cure-all. remember that you don't cure lovesickness by replacing the love object. You've got to really be over your ex before you move on, again; you just have GOT TO BE OVER your ex before moving on! Which brings us to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Never generalize, this bad relationship you are trying the recover from could leave scars and forces you to compare your new relationships with the previous one, Don’t! allow the new person to understand the pain your had to go through and glad to finally have it gone, make it clear that it is not what you need nor want to exist in any sphere of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, always believe that you are a much better person than to be treated in such harsh means, refuse to allow your ex to succeed in destroying your inner beauty, once that dies, you have alot less to move on with than you think, you got one chance to live, make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that you are too precious to let yourself be in the wrong hands&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112055336830634947?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112055336830634947/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112055336830634947' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112055336830634947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112055336830634947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/07/heartbreak-hotel.html' title='The HeartBreak Hotel..'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14205119.post-112055629132157808</id><published>2005-07-03T09:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:38:11.326Z</updated><title type='text'>STEVEN WRIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WORDS FROM THE VISIONARY STEVEN WRIGHT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For every action, there is an equal and opposite criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Even snakes are afraid of snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It doesn't matter what temperature the room is,it's always room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What happens if you get scared half to death twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For a while I didn't have a car...I had a helicopter...no place to park it, so I just tied it to a lamp post and left it running...[slow glance upward]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Is "tired old cliche" one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If a word in the dictionary were mispelled, how would we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got a postcard picture of the earth.On the back it said, "Wish you were here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All those who believe in psychokinesis raise my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The colder the X-ray table, the more of your body is required to be on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Support bacteria - they're the only culture some people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I took a baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The judge asked, "What do you plead?" I said, "Insanity, your honor, who in their right mind would park in the passing lane?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I intend to live forever - so far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was reading the dictionary, I thought it was a poem about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The other day I ... no wait, that wasn't me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Join the Army, meet interesting people, kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Babies don't need a vacation, but I still see them at the beach... itpisses me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My girlfriend asked me how long I was going to be gone on this tour.  Isaid "the whole time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A fool and his money are soon partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you think nobody cares about you, try missing a couple of payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Drugs may lead to nowhere, but at least it's the scenic route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say we're 98% water. We're that close to drowning..."picks up his glass of water from the stool"...I like to live on the edge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There's a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore looking like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I bought a dog the other day...I named him Stay. It's fun to call him..."Come here, Stay! Come here, Stay!" He went insane. Now he just ignores me and keeps typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes I...No, I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14205119-112055629132157808?l=spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/feeds/112055629132157808/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14205119&amp;postID=112055629132157808' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112055629132157808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14205119/posts/default/112055629132157808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spontaneousnessity.blogspot.com/2005/07/steven-wright.html' title='STEVEN WRIGHT'/><author><name>Spontaneousnessity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878782290524948054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wpl9kd7BDKo/TRBjFT5uI-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d0ikwqVOfEs/S220/29637_10150198341570401_641470400_12210872_1073793_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
