<?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-1268359722268142552</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:31:17.561-05:00</updated><category term='Amman'/><category term='being an Arab and all'/><category term='TV'/><category term='funny'/><category term='news'/><category term='web'/><category term='movies'/><category term='local'/><category term='random'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='music'/><category term='events'/><category term='art'/><category term='eBay'/><category term='school'/><category term='materialistic moi'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Gaza'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='family'/><category term='totally pointless'/><category term='talking to myself'/><category term='advertisement'/><category term='misadventures'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Palestine'/><title type='text'>On what is on my plate today!</title><subtitle type='html'>A random broadcasting for my adventures and misadventures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-1344295992625546248</id><published>2008-05-15T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:41:41.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palestine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>60 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few days ago I celebrated mother’s day, away from my mother.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I am commemorating Al-nakbah (Palestinian Catastrophe), which to me is much like mother’s day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Palestinians and supporters of the Palestinian cause remember and honor the Palestinians for their struggle against discrimination and ethnic cleansing. We honor the Palestinians not only for surviving their catastrophes but also for their resistance. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just like mothers, no matter what I do, say, or yell from the top of my lounges, it is not going enough. All what I do is never going be enough to repay the honor of belonging to Palestine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just like mothers, the Palestinian people resist, struggle, cry, hope, build and rebuild, and pray for better well-being every year and every day. They try and exhaust all options in the effort of returning the life that they had prior to 1948. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Considering the turnaround of events over the past 60 years nothing seems impossible. It was just 60 years ago when the Jews/Israeli settlers were deported from their home lands to the ‘promised land’. Those people were expelled from Europe and instead of fighting back for their right of return to their homes; they invaded the Arab’s land. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Considering how the illegal settlement has turned into a structured country within sixty years, I don’t see why not the legitimate owners of the land (Palestinians) cannot go back. It is all a matter of time, and a matter of political events turning around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I am not writing to be sorry and to shed a tear. I am just writing to remember all the under privileged children in Palestine. All the sick without health care. All the children stripped out of their right to play and feel safe. Every young Palestine eager to learn and go to school, or what is remaining of it. And to all the under privileged people in Gaza…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://files.za3tar.net/pal-day/display-en.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-1344295992625546248?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1344295992625546248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=1344295992625546248' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1344295992625546248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1344295992625546248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/60-years.html' title='60 years'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-413142772863225356</id><published>2008-02-24T18:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:11:49.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being an Arab and all'/><title type='text'>Parking in Amman...</title><content type='html'>I came across this short film for &lt;a href="http://amatalqa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amin Matalqa&lt;/a&gt;. This video is overly dramatized of course to make a point.  But every woman who drives in Amman would know how likely it is to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_Yk10X75vI&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_Yk10X75vI&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my license at 16 and have been driving since grade 11. However the fact that I drive a Saudi car in Amman did  not help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise is to close your windows before you start parking. Pretend that you are about to hit one of those guys by mistake. Hopefully it will scare them.&lt;br /&gt;And yea, practice your parallel parking skills inside your garage, and ignore the comment " Walah bte3raf tsof".... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-413142772863225356?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/413142772863225356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=413142772863225356' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/413142772863225356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/413142772863225356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/02/parking-in-amman.html' title='Parking in Amman...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-6924071765475300804</id><published>2008-02-17T02:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T03:30:01.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>It is not Jerusalem, Israel, never been, and never will be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;OTTAWA (AFP) — A Canadian immigrant has &lt;a href="http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5jwZYcqDA_VOSlH30upYrgkOADXeQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; his court battle to have his birthplace, Jerusalem, recognized as part of Israel on his passport as Ottawa insists it must remain neutral on the contested holy city.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Supreme Court refused Thursday to hear the appeal of Eliyahu Veffer, who immigrated to Canada about 12 years ago and wanted his Canadian passport to show he was born in "Jerusalem, Israel.Veffer's passport states only his birth city with no reference to any country because Canada does not want to be seen as taking sides in the conflict between Israelis and Palestinians over claims to the holy city, officials said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very refreshing to hear such news from the supreme court. I do understand the frustrating of not being able to identify your country of birth on your passport. I do greatly understand being stripped from your rights to enjoy your country, and your home town. But to Veffer I say; I do not think that you should argue that if you want to be a Canadian citizen. I also would like to tell him that he can practice his racism outside of this country too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-6924071765475300804?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6924071765475300804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=6924071765475300804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6924071765475300804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6924071765475300804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-is-not-jerusalem-israel-never-been.html' title='It is not Jerusalem, Israel, never been, and never will be!'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7977565754866183851</id><published>2008-02-13T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:44:47.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misadventures'/><title type='text'>Shusshhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I seriously hate being the first one to arrive to work. First, I have to go get the keys from the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; floor to open the door to the office I work in, which is in the basement of this building. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;The HEAVY door, which I have held open with a rubber door holder keeps on closing, mysteriously. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I would have to do the photocopying, which involves a whole lot of stairs climbing. Plus, I have to work the super advanced photocopier that jams for no reason making me feel so incapable and stupid. Seriously, Technology can be your biggest enemies at times. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Plus, the awkward silence. It is so quieeeetee. It is around 10 am. As I write this post. And out of 6 people who are supposed to be in the office today. I am the only one here. Wow, what a crowd!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;On the other hand, I am so proud of myself facing all that snow bravely, without a single attempt to KILL myself. I won’t be providing pictures of my driveway, and front stairs. I think everyone can imagine snow up to their knees, and snowy tire marks of my car when I was stuck last night. Thanks to stormy February! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I think I will go on my first coffee break for the day. I can not wait for Feb29th. Freebies just took a whole other dimension. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/1268359722268142552-7977565754866183851?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7977565754866183851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=7977565754866183851' title='172 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7977565754866183851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7977565754866183851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/02/shusshhhhh.html' title='Shusshhhhh'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>172</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-4769434575042499594</id><published>2008-01-30T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:46:30.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I guess I could be really pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which movie is this quote from?&lt;br /&gt;When I watch this part of the movie, while the narrator reads this off, Literally my soul flies out of my body and comes back. don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;American Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-4769434575042499594?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4769434575042499594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=4769434575042499594' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/4769434575042499594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/4769434575042499594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-3207390492156518571</id><published>2008-01-27T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:35:36.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/2C008BCD-3968-4573-8CD8-DBBE488FEBE0.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The United States congress has already suspended $100 million of aid to Egypt due to the border breach."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-3207390492156518571?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3207390492156518571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=3207390492156518571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3207390492156518571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3207390492156518571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-4987308081151316235</id><published>2008-01-25T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:18:10.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materialistic moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totally pointless'/><title type='text'>I know exactly what I need...</title><content type='html'>Here is a useful gift idea. My birthday is not until July, but there is graduation gifts and hopefully new real job gifts :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this flying alarm clock. I think it would be much harder to find the key if the room is darker. Nehaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWCdOK0b8FU&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWCdOK0b8FU&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via: Hal's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are on this subject. Sony Ericson cell phones have the most alarming alarm clocks. You can even set up to five alarms at once. another reason to not buy a Nokia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-4987308081151316235?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4987308081151316235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=4987308081151316235' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/4987308081151316235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/4987308081151316235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-exactly-what-i-need.html' title='I know exactly what I need...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-2589215436587882039</id><published>2008-01-25T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:26:45.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misadventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totally pointless'/><title type='text'>Bed night story- moment of truth</title><content type='html'>As I was curled up in my pink blanket on my bed, checking tomorrow’s weather, editing my presentation for tomorrow, replying to an email, and updating my to-do list for FRIDAY, my home phone rang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my laptop aside, in a very calm matter, to pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked toward the sound of the annoying ring tune, which I MUST change ASAP, still in a very calm manner. The sound was coming from somewhere between my bed and my desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four rings later, I started to lose my patience, and started flipping everything up-side- down, in search for my wireless phone handset. It was not under the 3 decorative pillows, not under my cover, not under my pile of papers on the desk. I know it is my father who is calling for his daily check up, and to make sure we are alive and sound. It is okay if I miss it, I can always call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my telephone, I gave up, and decided to check in one last place, under my bed. There it was, all the way next to the wall. Determinant to get hold of the telephone, I squished myself under the bed to get hold of the phone.  As I finally got my hand on it, the ringing stopped, and within the split of a second, my cell phone was ringing (classic). AHHH, damn it baba is fast at doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I tried to quickly pull myself out, get up, and reach for the phone on the night lamp, within 3 seconds.  My plan did not consider the wiring festival going on on my bed. I had my phone charger connected, head phones, and laptop charger.  The last one was hanging too low, that it caught up with my big hair bun.  My hair has not been my friend lately. Too frustrated to deal with its shortness around my face, I pull it all up in a bun on top of my head. A bun big enough to get caught in the wiring job, as I was swinging my head away toward my cell phone, specifically my hair was caught in my laptop’s wire. If this description was graphic enough for you, you would guess by now what happens next. My LAPTOP was thrown on the ground. I was speechless. My cell phone stopped ringing (another classic moment).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What good is my phone with its cool camera if my laptop, God forbids, is broken now.  I broke the silence, and grabbed my laptop, crossed my legs, and with wide open eyed I opened it as it was slammed (closed) when it fell off the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed the power button, and boy. Was I glad to hear the Windows tune again! Not only that, but my files were still all running, no lost data. I never loved my old dusty laptop as much I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience (almost losing my laptop) reminded me of how dependent I am on this machine, and how it deserves to be named after all these times of service. No. I don’t think I will go this far.  I will stick to the promise of unconditional love, and a promise to take more care of it. Oh, and to be a more loyal PC user and stop thinking about considering switching to a slim Mac notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a name for your laptop? I know some people do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-2589215436587882039?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2589215436587882039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=2589215436587882039' title='299 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2589215436587882039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2589215436587882039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/bed-night-story-moment-of-truth.html' title='Bed night story- moment of truth'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>299</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-6211834439433222549</id><published>2008-01-21T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:48:43.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>a BLACKOUT</title><content type='html'>Gaza is enduring its FOURTH cold day, and fourth cold night.&lt;br /&gt;Light a candle. Talk about this. Share your insight and suggest from past experiences what could be done. Visit &lt;a href="http://acandleforgaza.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Candle for Gaza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R5Sh4bgTs1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/dM3S-hOt6Go/s1600-h/gaza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R5Sh4bgTs1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/dM3S-hOt6Go/s400/gaza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157925464074072914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-6211834439433222549?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6211834439433222549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=6211834439433222549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6211834439433222549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6211834439433222549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/blackout.html' title='a BLACKOUT'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R5Sh4bgTs1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/dM3S-hOt6Go/s72-c/gaza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7561058907695118694</id><published>2008-01-21T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:42:55.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Gaza</title><content type='html'>The European Union slammed what it termed as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"collective punishment"&lt;/span&gt; of impoverished Gaza's 1.5 million residents, while the United Nations called on Israel to open the territory's crossings to ease a "desperate" situation in a zone where most people depend on foreign aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Israel dismissed warnings of a humanitarian meltdown, saying Hamas was exaggerating the situation in the territory that had reserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hamas is deliberately &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;intensifying&lt;/span&gt; the crisis in the Gaza Strip in order &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to create pressure&lt;/span&gt; from the international community &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;on Israel&lt;/span&gt;," Prime Minister Ehud Olmert told visiting Dutch Foreign Minister Maxime Verhagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PRESSURE... as long as the children are fed, and the sick ones are allowed to breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-7561058907695118694?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7561058907695118694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=7561058907695118694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7561058907695118694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7561058907695118694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/gaza.html' title='Gaza'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-2261993494566154608</id><published>2008-01-21T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:22:51.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>A WHITEOUT causes 100-vehicle pile-up near Toronto</title><content type='html'>TORONTO (Reuters) - More than &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100 vehicles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://ca.reuters.com/article/topNews/idCAN2055428820080120"&gt;crashed&lt;/a&gt; into each other on Sunday on a highway near Toronto due to bad weather conditions, though no life-threatening injuries were reported, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have people with broken arms, broken legs. There are serious injuries to a lot of people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R5ScgLgTs0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/7pFp-a9VLak/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R5ScgLgTs0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/7pFp-a9VLak/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157919549904106306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously no one died.I can only imagine how esctatic insurance companies are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I URGE those with poor driving skills to get off the highways, at least during snow and construction seasons. For the sake of all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-2261993494566154608?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2261993494566154608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=2261993494566154608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2261993494566154608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2261993494566154608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/whiteout-causes-100-vehicle-pile-up.html' title='A WHITEOUT causes 100-vehicle pile-up near Toronto'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R5ScgLgTs0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/7pFp-a9VLak/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-2921124870844823999</id><published>2008-01-20T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:12:33.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Bloggerabia...</title><content type='html'>I remember years ago, when Disney channel launched their Arabic Disney cartoon channel. They had a rather interesting ad that featured a dark skinned teen, wearing a baseball cap flipped to the back of his head, and FULL of 12-years-old-boy attitude. I remember him saying in a Saudi accent;&lt;br /&gt;"أنا بتكلم عربي. أنا بدرس بالعربي. وبحلم عربي. ودحين، أنا بشوف كرتون بالعربي!"&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, hundreds of Egyptian actors and actresses were blessed with new jobs dubbing Disney's cartoon movies and some other Disney shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as most of you Blogger users, I read the announcement of launching Blogger in Arabic, Hebrew, and Persian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Besides localizing the Blogger interface into these three languages, we have right-to-left templates and have added new tool bar buttons for bi-directional text editing in the post editor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R5OQErgTszI/AAAAAAAAAEs/j5Ct_q1tueA/s1600-h/Blogarabia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R5OQErgTszI/AAAAAAAAAEs/j5Ct_q1tueA/s400/Blogarabia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157624408341459762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The effort was worth it, however, and we’re tremendously happy to be a part of the growing Arabic-, Hebrew-, and Persian-language blogging communities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an unexpected move at all, considering the growth of the blogging community in the Middle East area. This comes as a classic market respond case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I intended to rant about today is this Arabic Blogger is going to introduce us to other enlighten minds, that happened to speak the Arabic language. With all do respect to the Arabic blogging community, your strong existence on the "blog-sphere" is not solely due to the fact that you are more educated, or more interesting than the rest of the world. This strong existence is solely due to the privilege of speaking the English language, which has made the blogging process easier for you than the rest of the off-line community. I admit that my experience in blogging is very limited, and is still very young. But I have been around to see that most of the English Jordanian blogs are read by other Jordanians, who happen to speak the language. Blogger will provide a more independent voice for this segment, as most of the Arabic operated blogs I read, at least during my blogging life, are part of influential entities such as Imad Hajjaj's blogs or al-Jazeera's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I am very ecstatic about reading about political issues and social trend from a very different point of view. Especially looking forward for reading more Jordanian blogs with a fresh perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-2921124870844823999?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2921124870844823999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=2921124870844823999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2921124870844823999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2921124870844823999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/bloggerabia.html' title='Bloggerabia...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R5OQErgTszI/AAAAAAAAAEs/j5Ct_q1tueA/s72-c/Blogarabia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-8918612419780595276</id><published>2008-01-14T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:35:24.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><title type='text'>Citizens of the world...UNITE</title><content type='html'>This came on TV last night at 10-esh pm. I have to say, PERFECT timing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4igNBlb-Q7c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4igNBlb-Q7c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Monday :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss long weekends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-8918612419780595276?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8918612419780595276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=8918612419780595276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8918612419780595276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8918612419780595276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/citizens-of-worldunite.html' title='Citizens of the world...UNITE'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-5509572475185747666</id><published>2008-01-13T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:33:31.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Elissa... the song of this winter probably</title><content type='html'>I am in a musical mood today...&lt;br /&gt;I came across this song. I have not heard any new Arabic songs in a while. I have a feeling that it is a hit...&lt;br /&gt;anyways...enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/32320741/a29a5666/Elissa-Awakher_El_Sheta.html?s=1"&gt;اواخر الشتا&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-5509572475185747666?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5509572475185747666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=5509572475185747666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/5509572475185747666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/5509572475185747666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/elissa-song-of-this-winter-probably.html' title='Elissa... the song of this winter probably'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-8986484480731354544</id><published>2008-01-13T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:02:18.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>You will like this...</title><content type='html'>There is noting more beautiful than the human being's emotion expressed in a song. This is why we cry when hear some songs, and why we wish those songs were sung for us at the first place. I know almost every girl wants to be Delilah...no? I am sure you have your song then...&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://hareega.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hareega&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey There Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R4qHnrgTsxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cJLUzp5Cgr0/s1600-h/daleela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R4qHnrgTsxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cJLUzp5Cgr0/s320/daleela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155081839241835282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: A guy meets a girl who happens to be a runner, and asks her out, she was already in a relationship so she turned him down. He made up a song to express how much he loved her. Watch the Olympic Games this summer, you might see Delilah DiCrescenzo running in the 800-meter competitions. A love song not inspired by a love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How to Save a Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: This young man was working as a mentor for troubled teenagers. One of them had a behavioral problem that could not be solved by his family members and therapists. This inspired the young man from the Fray to come up with "How To Save a Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take: this might be a really popular song, but even if it was not, every time I hear it I could not help it but choke thinking about all the injusticed kids, all the hungry kids, and all those abused kids from every society sector and every color. The song tickles my mind, and remind me that I can not too just turn my face and pretend it does not exist.Not even for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-8986484480731354544?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8986484480731354544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=8986484480731354544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8986484480731354544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8986484480731354544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-will-like-this.html' title='You will like this...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R4qHnrgTsxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cJLUzp5Cgr0/s72-c/daleela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-790699225003292000</id><published>2008-01-10T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:05:51.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking to myself'/><title type='text'>Last first day...at least for now</title><content type='html'>Monday was my last first day of a semester. This day sure has lost all excitement/anxiety/ or any associated meanings and traditions.Considering that I am doing this for the 18th year in a row...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-790699225003292000?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/790699225003292000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=790699225003292000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/790699225003292000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/790699225003292000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-first-dayat-least-for-now.html' title='Last first day...at least for now'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-3156156617833726225</id><published>2008-01-10T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:59:04.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over heared...</title><content type='html'>Her to new friend and possible room-mate: do you think I am hot?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I acknowledge that you are attractive &lt;br /&gt;Her: okaaay...&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend: Honey, I know you want this so much.So sure move in with your friend. He is obviously gay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-3156156617833726225?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3156156617833726225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=3156156617833726225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3156156617833726225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3156156617833726225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/over-heared.html' title='Over heared...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-927035692119808339</id><published>2008-01-02T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:59:31.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to business</title><content type='html'>Back to work&lt;br /&gt;Back to cruel Canadian winter&lt;br /&gt;Back to parking space scarcity&lt;br /&gt;Back to waking up at 7 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R3vsCbgTswI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QYgpZKN0T2M/s1600-h/cold.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R3vsCbgTswI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QYgpZKN0T2M/s400/cold.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150970125315453698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon: back to boring 3 hours lectures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-927035692119808339?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/927035692119808339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=927035692119808339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/927035692119808339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/927035692119808339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-business.html' title='Back to business'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R3vsCbgTswI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QYgpZKN0T2M/s72-c/cold.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-8807268947185205249</id><published>2007-12-22T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:58:24.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Season'sgreetings from Mac and PC :)</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh I love Mac vs. PC advertisements. I really just love ads..I should post all the ads I like one day...&lt;br /&gt;For now..Merry Xmas and Happy New Year's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBcXc5hrwZ4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBcXc5hrwZ4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-8807268947185205249?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8807268947185205249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=8807268947185205249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8807268947185205249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8807268947185205249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasonsgreetings-from-mac-and-pc.html' title='Season&apos;sgreetings from Mac and PC :)'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-8113134115624860774</id><published>2007-12-19T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:58:12.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mobarak...</title><content type='html'>Eid Mobarak to all of ya..&lt;br /&gt;Dont you love how all holidays are falling so close to each other, and how we are just so lucky to take Eid, Xmas, and New Years ALL OFF..yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R2kxYrgTsvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9Ib69AcCs_U/s1600-h/eid+kharoof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R2kxYrgTsvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9Ib69AcCs_U/s400/eid+kharoof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145698349312357106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder, did people actually cook lam meat on Eid El- Adha back in day?&lt;br /&gt;I alway remember my mom taking the day off and leaving it up to steak house to feed us on this day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-8113134115624860774?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8113134115624860774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=8113134115624860774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8113134115624860774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8113134115624860774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/12/eid-mobarak.html' title='Eid Mobarak...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R2kxYrgTsvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9Ib69AcCs_U/s72-c/eid+kharoof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-9217387574169849882</id><published>2007-12-17T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:24:24.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eBay'/><title type='text'>Some eBay age parenting</title><content type='html'>A Montreal father sold his 15 years old son's vidoe game on eBay for a hefty mark-up after  catching him smoking pot...&lt;br /&gt;The father "&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20071216/od_afp/canadainternetdrugchristmasoffbeat;_ylt=ArD3Cd3XoU4.POrey0VOqpYDW7oF"&gt;sold&lt;/a&gt; the hard-to-get "Guitar Hero III" video game he bought his son for 90 dollars for Christmas at an online auction, fetching 9,000 dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be pissed if I was this kid!! The idiot could have sold it himself on eBay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the dummest Futureshop/ Guitar Hero ad EVERR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UVaMfo2xiOI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UVaMfo2xiOI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What holiday ads drive you crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-9217387574169849882?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9217387574169849882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=9217387574169849882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9217387574169849882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9217387574169849882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-ebay-age-parenting.html' title='Some eBay age parenting'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-2850083342179339157</id><published>2007-12-15T23:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:11:47.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>I just had to say something about that...RIP kiddo</title><content type='html'>A Mississauga 16 years old female was murdered by her father last week. The instant and most surfacing motive to the killing per many sources is her refusal to wear the ‘Hijab’ or the traditional Islamic headscarf which has led her father to snap...and KILL his own daughter.&lt;br /&gt;This is a case of domestic violence, which always re-occurs in what seems like a peaceful town like Mississauga. It is not a case of oppression of Islamic traditions for women, and most importantly, it is not a Muslim life style issue.&lt;br /&gt;The case is purely an issue of violence against women, and a case of poor guidance toward integration for new Canadian families.&lt;br /&gt;Aqsa was failed by the school system, and by the Muslim community centers in Mississauga to guide her and her family through their ordeal. Our MANY mosques and community centers are failing many young Muslim Canadians by not teaching them how to integrate and interact with this new society to them or their parents, without losing their identity. Aqsa has lived a double life as a Hijabi at home, and as a more ‘Westernized version’ at school. Not being able to achieve a balance of both, has led to clash with her family, just like many young Muslim Canadians.  *&lt;em&gt;I have seen this happen in Jordan and Saudi, Idont recall someone being killed over it!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am NOT trying to defend the father, simply because nothing JUSTIFIES the killing of his OWN child. I am also not trying to blame our Islamic Centers, as they are always lacking the resources for most similar projects. But I can not help it but think how things would have been different if some kind of counseling was seeked by the school, the family, or the child who was killed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-2850083342179339157?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2850083342179339157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=2850083342179339157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2850083342179339157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2850083342179339157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-had-to-say-something-about.html' title='I just had to say something about that...RIP kiddo'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-451402011784582269</id><published>2007-12-10T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:00:54.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misadventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My rushed version of  posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To avoid&lt;/span&gt; writing multipe posts, and to avoid spending more time on my computer, and as I really really need some fresh air, been needing that since Saturday morning, I will put out my rambles in point form...(why is this becomming a trend?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there such a thing as coffe rehab? There should be. I have been trying to reduce my coffe consumption for 3 days now. I am down to 6-7 cups a day, plus some tea. Any tips regarding my addition?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been in a testing/assignmenting process for two days , even after finishing all school related work. boooh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This other non-school work is SOOOOO BORING. I change my mind, I take it back, I want to stay unemployed if this is how it is going to be. Orientations were very boring, and above all, too easy to make me bother regarding picking the right choice, or circuling true and false....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom is visiting..so YAAAAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom is visiting. and on another note, I have to prepare for the ceremoney by doing the following: clean the house ceiling to floor, clean HER car, wash all the beddings, finish the 3 weeks worth of laundry, grocerize (hate hate hate grocery shopping), make sure my clothest is in tip top shape....Ah I thought I am supposed to be vacationing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really really really wanna see some x-mass decorations. I really wanna finish this post and go check out Square One shopping centre. I envy all those worry-free teenagers walking around with their red, white and green coulored shopping bags, so happy about their purchases. I can not go any longer (almost 45 days) without going to the mall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I FINALLY watched American Gangster. Thank you F for making sure I make it on Friday. A PROPER movie review is to follow, but for now, I have to say it is a 6.5/10&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R13AcUcm2wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pFgWlZX9GQQ/s1600-h/simpson.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142477942284540674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="230" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R13AcUcm2wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pFgWlZX9GQQ/s200/simpson.gif" width="76" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to strat reading my novel. I have been in restoration mood for two days. This means that I fall asleep on the couch the minute; the tempreture reaches 25 c, my brother stop talking to me, or the minute I start gazing at a document that is not displayed on my laptop (i.e. books and magazines).&lt;/li&gt;Yes. something like what grandpa Simpson does :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate emotional roller coasters. Even the funny ones. I get headaches afterward, which is not good for my coffe addition...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am going to use Areal from now on on this blog. My prof actually penalized me for using TNR instead of Arial on my presentation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to go to Homedepot tonight. I hate hate hate Homedepot. But the light fixture which I bought is not going to hang itself. I have been waiting since October 2006 (yes that long) for it to be hanged by itself, or by brother. I give up. I need ligh in the guest room now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I exactly have 18 hours to do all of what I said above before mom arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ps: my mom is a really lovely lady. She is not scary at all. However, she is for some reason obsessed with order, and neat houses. Above all that, she has a sense of humour which feeds off stories about her kids. Walking into our house as is, will give her comedy matatrials for a month to come. No thanx, i will do my chorse on a short notice instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss my mom beyond anything I can describe, I love her too. Above all, I love the goodies she is bringing in her suit case from Jeddah and Amman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just realized that you would not have needed to read this if only I can find my cell phone and call someone to ramble out all of this, but I missed my blog. I promise some real articles SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-451402011784582269?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/451402011784582269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=451402011784582269' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/451402011784582269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/451402011784582269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-rushed-version-of-posts.html' title='My rushed version of  posts'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/R13AcUcm2wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pFgWlZX9GQQ/s72-c/simpson.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-1994123481059655834</id><published>2007-12-01T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T03:44:31.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>November...</title><content type='html'>If anything...this month is the month that was stolen from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent it on my kitchen table with my laptop and endless stacks of papers and textbooks. I have learned so much in this month. I am just not sure where to apply all those business concepts I have accumulated. Fingers crossed Dana would get that job... and see if all of this cramming of information and assignments was necessary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing- was &lt;a href="http://black-iris.com/"&gt;The Black Iris of Jordan &lt;/a&gt;blog for almost a week. It was mysterious enough to make me start to think that he was blocked by some authority figure. But then again...if anything he should be adopted by those authorities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered &lt;a href="http://yamli.com/"&gt;Yamli&lt;/a&gt; today...just one of the greatest ideas coming to live...making life easier for hundreds of Arabic typing literals just like me.... I shall post more about it. I am really curious about who started it and how are they planning to make money out of their online presnce..plus I am sure I will find plenty of entertaining materials about using this applications..YAMLI ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too wiped out by now... This month was a true hardcore work month...I hope that life takes a better turn. December is promising a lot of reconnecting...a lot of learning...a lot of decisions...and maybe a chance to take back life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some time apart from my laptop...my sick laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to start reading Love in the Time of Cholera....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-1994123481059655834?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1994123481059655834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=1994123481059655834' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1994123481059655834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1994123481059655834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/12/november.html' title='November...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-6651241695660469998</id><published>2007-11-10T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:45:30.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking to myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being an Arab and all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Facebook as a bridal catalogue</title><content type='html'>I don't know how most of you feel about this, but for me one of the weirdest most awkward things in my culture is bride hunting. Weather you are being approached or asked for "reference" about someone in specific, and most creepy when you are asked to refer someone you know to complete stranger. i have to admit it is the creepiest when you are approached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many Arabs out there are thankful for Facebook as it saves them a lot of effort as it allows a good "preview" of the possible bride to be. If the dude and his "KHATABE" are lucky, the girl would have an open public profile, or at least close picture of her face available for the public. Then, they can through her list of friends "investigate" if their circle of friends and her circle of friends are connected at some point through a common person (a common girlfriend is the best alternative) THEN an opportunity to approach the candidate rises !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am serious. A lot of moms out there are behind the monitor browsing through the pictures on Facebook for possible candidate who they will contact her to arrange for when they can come over an have a cup of coffee with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, they go the extra step on signing in into their daughters accounts, go through their profiles and their friends profiles and "help" those nice guys out there finding there perfect bride. Their daughter's accounts has got to have some "listed friends" who are recently graduate Arab females, hopefully not yet spoken for and who are not looking to do any post-grad studies. Hey, you can even filter your search at Facebook by region and by university lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand some men, do not put there loved ones through such trouble, because, and I quote some random dude from Montreal " It is easier and sometimes easier on the pocket (cheaper) to find a bride from back home and bring her to live here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I made my peace with this, and know that there is nothing I can do, I sometimes even give up, and put up a good word for a girl who I knew. But most of the time I pretend I don't know this person and save myself from any future headaches and such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, why can't the guys who are looking for a partner just approach those girls. Get to know them, and then maybe start something. I am sure most of them does not even  trust someone else's taste in shirts. Why is it alright to marry based on someone else's taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic has been coming up a lot in my conversations, as my Facebook list of friends was recently investigated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-6651241695660469998?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6651241695660469998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=6651241695660469998' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6651241695660469998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6651241695660469998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/11/facebook-as-bridal-catalogue.html' title='Facebook as a bridal catalogue'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-6655977238484758502</id><published>2007-11-10T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:01:00.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking to myself'/><title type='text'>A universal trend in November</title><content type='html'>Lately, every single person I talk to, whether here in Canada or back in Arabia is BORED to death.&lt;br /&gt;I usually turn to the Internet and blogs when  I give up on my people in real life. But everyone here is either bored, complaining abut the weather, midterms, other people, or general chronic boredom. Facebook is not any better.&lt;br /&gt;I would try retail threpy and pamper myself into a new big black handbag with great metalic detailing, or silver BCBGirls metalic peep toes, but I am so over budget this month already!&lt;br /&gt;"EFT EFT EFT"*&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, but I gotta go stair at the ceiling for a bit before I put a book in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all copy right reserved to owner (Hal Khalaf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-6655977238484758502?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6655977238484758502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=6655977238484758502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6655977238484758502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6655977238484758502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/11/universal-trend-in-november.html' title='A universal trend in November'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7131915429300888728</id><published>2007-11-08T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:18:45.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AND nowww winter starts</title><content type='html'>The winter season is officially here today...after being pampered all October with warm weather, and relatively warm November (positive temperature)..Today it snowed!&lt;br /&gt;Although I froze to death walking outside today, and I know that I have a long season of bad driving conditions, I was SO excited to see snow again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I visited the mall today, and most shops are playing Christmas songs already! soon pretty decorations are going to be up. I miss winter, but in 1 month I am going to be bitching about it on this same space...talk about being bipolar...&lt;br /&gt;Yay for hot chocolate and marshmallows season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-7131915429300888728?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7131915429300888728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=7131915429300888728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7131915429300888728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7131915429300888728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-nowww-winter-starts.html' title='AND nowww winter starts'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-3888907678933261590</id><published>2007-11-01T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:16:58.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>OH MY GRAVY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have always wondered what is Rachel Ray's secrete. I mean the woman is always over happy, over cheerful, strangely excited about the smallest things (weird really), and she always have an appetite for what she cooks as if she has not ate it before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am watching the woman on TV now, and I think that she is always HIGH on something while taping the show. Just observe how she is always craving the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think is up with here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-3888907678933261590?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3888907678933261590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=3888907678933261590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3888907678933261590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3888907678933261590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-gravy.html' title='OH MY GRAVY'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-6154664086043055164</id><published>2007-10-31T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:14:55.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;        the aroma of fresh Ben Al-Amid coffe grinds that have just been delivered from Amman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127700056400272050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RylACJh9GrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8rDOSL70MHQ/s400/ameed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant even put the bags I received in the freezer, because I want my house to smell like Ben Al-Amid coffe. Too musch s associated with its reviving smell :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-6154664086043055164?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6154664086043055164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=6154664086043055164' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6154664086043055164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6154664086043055164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love.html' title='I love'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RylACJh9GrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8rDOSL70MHQ/s72-c/ameed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-2912209873486732022</id><published>2007-10-29T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:01:21.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Axis of Evil...</title><content type='html'>Axis of Evil is a comedy tour consisted of three Comedians of Middle Eastern backgrounds, Palestinian, Egyptian and Irani. From the name of their group/tour you can tell there are tons of George Bush, US airport security and Arabs jokes. I am only familiar with the Egyptian comedian Ahmed Ahmed who was featured on Micheal Moor's DVD Fahrenheit 911. The rest are just as good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sooooo true about the cussing in English. I don't get when people tell me it is okay to say the big F. Mainly because it is the most used English word (kinda true). I don't think you should use English as an excuse to swear in inappropriate settings and around the wrong people. It is not a good excuse!&lt;br /&gt;LOL at Strabakeees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;The Axis of Evil are coming to Amman. They are performing on &lt;a href="http://www.axisofevilcomedy.com/"&gt;November 17, 18, 19 at Court Yard. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single show in Canada in 2007. Ironic...eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCF-B1Iz9zs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCF-B1Iz9zs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-2912209873486732022?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2912209873486732022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=2912209873486732022' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2912209873486732022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2912209873486732022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/axis-of-evil.html' title='Axis of Evil...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7942297636432880326</id><published>2007-10-29T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:46:54.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking to myself'/><title type='text'>Accounting</title><content type='html'>I hate accounting with a passion. I hated it so much that in years 1 and 2 when I had to take it I took revengue by memorizing everything in the book just to get that IN-YOUR-FACE-accounting-course feeling. I have to admit, I get sick by looking at simple balance sheets and income statements. Now, in four year, after a year and a half of no accounting, my prof thought it might be fun to live the old days. He thinks it might be good to do some pro-forma financial statements, and probably make it worth some marks, not so much though 10%&lt;br /&gt;This should not come out of a fourth year business student, so shoot me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-7942297636432880326?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7942297636432880326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=7942297636432880326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7942297636432880326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7942297636432880326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/accounting.html' title='Accounting'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7356378428059264769</id><published>2007-10-28T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:58:17.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Go back in time...cyber space time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you have a website that you like but it does not exist? Do you miss the old layout of a website but can't enjoy it anymore because the website is updtaed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who answered YES, you should try the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Way_back_machine"&gt;Wayback machine&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/index.php"&gt;Internet archive &lt;/a&gt;website. I like to use it to track the development of websites from the day they started up to now. I love to observing how far web development have come along, and how e-commerec has changed website layouts and functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may not be able to access all buttons on your selected website as some links will not be funtioning, and it takes forever todownload  pages with some graphics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how sad did the Hotmail page looked like WAY back in 1996. I think Internet time should be calculated like dogs or cats years. An Internet year prbably counts for 5 normal years.What do you think? I think 5 is more than enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126601313571642018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyVYu5h9GqI/AAAAAAAAADs/6NrCOViiUMw/s400/hotmail+96.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-7356378428059264769?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7356378428059264769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=7356378428059264769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7356378428059264769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7356378428059264769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-back-in-timecyber-space-time.html' title='Go back in time...cyber space time'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyVYu5h9GqI/AAAAAAAAADs/6NrCOViiUMw/s72-c/hotmail+96.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-9091602898238149658</id><published>2007-10-27T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:42:00.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Kool, kidz friendly e-banking :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyLdQZh9GpI/AAAAAAAAADk/0F0mObc2ngk/s1600-h/planet+prange.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125902599701994130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyLdQZh9GpI/AAAAAAAAADk/0F0mObc2ngk/s400/planet+prange.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this kids online banking &lt;a href="http://www.orangekids.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; the other day, it is part of ING Direct Bank, one of the largest virtual banks in the world. I thought some of the readers might like to introduce it to their children. You should, this portal is educational and fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planet &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Orange&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is a website which advocates financial literacy and teaches children the importance of saving and financial planning at an appropriate level for their age. ING Direct got the inspiration to start this portal from customers’ emails requesting information on how to teach their children about financial planning. According to ING Direct this website supports its vision of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“leading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; back to savings”&lt;/span&gt;. Planet Orange acts as a resourceful tool for parents, teaches and children and young adults to realize the need of learning and discussion the topic of personal financing which opens the door to personal financing education at homes and at schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of Financial Literacy Award website has a children-friendly design and layout that introduce users to a fun, simple, yet very educational experience. It also offers a level of sophistication that connects with parents and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website has a dynamic structure and allows interactivity through two main characters, Cedric and Amy, who guide the user to different sections (continents) of the website. In each section, children are faced with a financial situation similar to what they could face in life such as unexplained loss of money without budgeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought: Why did not I have something like this growing up? I was so bad with personal finance as a teenager to the degree that my dad had to set down and have a talk with me about my debit card usage. His exact words were: "Dana, baba, ATMs are different from a Pac-man machine or a video games where you play and win redeemable coupons. You see baba, you don't win the money, truth is I WORK FOR IT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-9091602898238149658?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9091602898238149658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=9091602898238149658' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9091602898238149658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9091602898238149658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/kool-kidz-friendly-e-banking.html' title='Kool, kidz friendly e-banking :)'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyLdQZh9GpI/AAAAAAAAADk/0F0mObc2ngk/s72-c/planet+prange.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7388150656158281655</id><published>2007-10-27T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:43:14.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>3arabi mkasar...broken arabic</title><content type='html'>This is what happens to kids who move between an Arabic speaking nation to an English/French one (my beloved Canada) and back to Arabia again in less than 4 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message on Facebook from sister #1&lt;br /&gt;how ru ?&lt;br /&gt;sistarr u forget u has a family in za desaert livin iam talkin like  ma bio teacher no serizly iam startin to loosing all mine english so calle me or  ill stop talkin english.SERIOSLY I MISSED HOW IS ZA NORTH POLE (she means toronto) ZA DESERT IS HOT AND BORIN (she means Jeddah) NO NOT JUST  HOT I CAN FRIES EGGZ ON THE HEAD OF ME ...CALL IAM LOOSIN MINE MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A text from sister #2&lt;br /&gt;I earlier told her  ed3eele because I have a midterm. and tell mama to make Du3a&lt;br /&gt;She replies as I was receiving my exam booklet:&lt;br /&gt;"I hope that everything you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed3eed&lt;/span&gt; for yourself comes true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was joking and being silly, the second one was not :S&lt;br /&gt;However, the first one insists on saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EJLEYING&lt;/span&gt; instead of washing the dishes, because it is easier to use one word. She thinks it is a perfectly good verb, just like argeling !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any words like that? you know a cross between Arabic and English, that you think are perfectly usable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the following occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabater (chapters)&lt;br /&gt;Bashalshel (from SHELLE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-7388150656158281655?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7388150656158281655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=7388150656158281655' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7388150656158281655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7388150656158281655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/3arabi-mkasarbroken-arabic.html' title='3arabi mkasar...broken arabic'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-1156451725856436630</id><published>2007-10-27T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T03:02:41.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isam's bald head=Buddah</title><content type='html'>This is halirious...Although &lt;a href="http://mindsonbytes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Isam&lt;/a&gt; might kill me when he sees this. Good thing we will not see each other in a LONG time :)&lt;br /&gt;As for Ibrahim, he is few steps away from Isam. HAHA (evil smiley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyLQEZh9GlI/AAAAAAAAADE/CNTAisgpPXU/s1600-h/buddah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyLQEZh9GlI/AAAAAAAAADE/CNTAisgpPXU/s200/buddah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125888099892402770" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Isam in one of his Buddah poses, yata2amal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!brAheM says:&lt;br /&gt;7a6een temthal la 3esam 3endko b canada?!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyLSQ5h9GoI/AAAAAAAAADc/rm4f4en6Aec/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyLSQ5h9GoI/AAAAAAAAADc/rm4f4en6Aec/s200/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125890513664023170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon... says:&lt;br /&gt;ha? no! lesh?&lt;br /&gt;!brAheM says:&lt;br /&gt;ur pic&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon... says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon... says:&lt;br /&gt;thats actually in amman&lt;br /&gt;!brAheM says:                                                    &lt;br /&gt;beshbaho&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon... says:&lt;br /&gt;fe hada2ek el hussein&lt;br /&gt;!brAheM says:&lt;br /&gt;aah..fe 3amman elo kteer tamatheel&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon... says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG... this buddah thing really looks like 3esam&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon... says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL you are always funny ibrahim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-1156451725856436630?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1156451725856436630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=1156451725856436630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1156451725856436630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1156451725856436630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/isams-bald-headbuda.html' title='Isam&apos;s bald head=Buddah'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RyLQEZh9GlI/AAAAAAAAADE/CNTAisgpPXU/s72-c/buddah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-9016579640866428681</id><published>2007-10-24T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:55:34.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misadventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Who takes notes at university anyways?/سخرية القدر</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought this is funny and should be blogged. Isam's university stories were a source of laughter in the family. I just hope the family does not see this. Mainly because now my poor memory is one of their sources of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isam: hows everything&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon: i discovered today what does so5reyat al kadar mean exactly&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon: AH 3esam..i have an open notebook midterm tom and i lost my notes&lt;br /&gt;Isam:loooooool&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon: it is the only cousre that i took notes for everysingle class in it&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon:i lost all my class exercises with them and past quizes...kol shee&lt;br /&gt;this has never happened to me since elementry school&lt;br /&gt;Isam:ya 7aram&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon:ya whatever&lt;br /&gt;i dont care about the notes..i just wanna know where the binder went&lt;br /&gt;Isam: mnee7 me de3te inte in the process&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon:i took notes of half of the materials so far&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon: ok mashe make fun of me. why do i tell people this.you too man!&lt;br /&gt;Isam:come on !&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon: 3njad...i hate taking notes...but i did for this course...i ususally do mini stick notes on the text..ta3abee DA3. it is kinda funny&lt;br /&gt;Isam: sorry i dont know what it feels to lose a notebook.i never had one&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Isam:in all UNIV i bought 3 notebooks&lt;br /&gt;wa7ad sar daftar she3er&lt;br /&gt;wa7ad sar daftar tricks&lt;br /&gt;o wa7ad konna ana o basel ne3mal 3aleh el fantasy games taba3oon el football&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon... says: HA?&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon... says: 3esam i am gonna blog this about you. go on explain the last one ...&lt;br /&gt;Isam:blog the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon:i am gonna...i am lacking interesting materials for that space&lt;br /&gt;Isam says:fantasy games is when u have a competition&lt;br /&gt;and u pick a team of ur own ... and try to score as much points depending on how the players u picked did in the actual matches.got it ?&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon: huh..sound like fun&lt;br /&gt;Isam:IT IS ... MAJOR&lt;br /&gt;Isam:i've been playing the Champions league (sth in europe) for 5 years now hoping to win ANYTHING.never did :(&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon:lol m3lesh...good luck with hocky baseball...bascket ball...whatever other sport you are into&lt;br /&gt;Isam:just football for now&lt;br /&gt;Dandoon: now type so5reyat al kadar bel 3arbee&lt;br /&gt;Isam:&lt;br /&gt;سخرية القدر&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I walked out of my midterm, got into my car and drove home. I completely forgot about my afternoon class, and only remembered it as I was reaching home :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-9016579640866428681?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9016579640866428681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=9016579640866428681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9016579640866428681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9016579640866428681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-takes-notes-at-university-anyways.html' title='Who takes notes at university anyways?/سخرية القدر'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-6249442369253441087</id><published>2007-10-17T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:49:45.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Abood hearts donuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RxYgntL2PgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LC4vaUPu62E/s1600-h/homerdonut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RxYgntL2PgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LC4vaUPu62E/s320/homerdonut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122317492696792578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother is doing his IGCSE exams. He thinks the best part about it is that &lt;a href="http://mindsonbytes.blogspot.com/2007/10/karsh-byte-krespy-kreme-is-coming-to.html"&gt;recently opened Krispy Kreme Doonuts&lt;/a&gt; in Jeddah is near his testing center. For him this is an exam that he is actually looking forward for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;a href="http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/03/best-search-enginereccomended-by-my-bro.html"&gt;Abu-Karsh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck on your 3arabi exam :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-6249442369253441087?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6249442369253441087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=6249442369253441087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6249442369253441087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6249442369253441087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/abood-hearts-donuts.html' title='Abood hearts donuts'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RxYgntL2PgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LC4vaUPu62E/s72-c/homerdonut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-1466391663734192045</id><published>2007-10-16T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:22:23.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought I was lazy...</title><content type='html'>This conversation actually happened in my class last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;US: Sir, can we talk about our midterm, we are really confused regarding the material included in the test.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Sure. When is your midterm anyways ( my eye brow is half way through an arch)&lt;br /&gt;US: next week! on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;Prof: NEXT WEEK. Well we have not covered actual chapters materials to carry a midterm. We have to do someting aboot this (yes he says ABOOT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to mention that last week was week 6 of the program, we should have covered 5 chapters by now. We only covered 1.5 actual chapters. The two hours lecture is spread between talking about his adventures in some deserted university in the Pacific and another deserted university in BC, as a professor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: at this point some of us were about to freak out,,,most of us were about to burst in laugh&lt;br /&gt;Prof: well, I guess a take home exam would be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;US: we've never done one before. What would be the format?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I will let you know soon. I just thought of that now!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another prof was asked when he would hand out a specific assignment...his answer was..and I qoute " I will give it to you in a &lt;em&gt;future&lt;/em&gt; week".  What does that mean, can I ever say I will hand you my work in a future date, what is that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;He also was not sure about the number of chapters we have covered. I sure didnt know neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How worried should I be at this point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-1466391663734192045?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1466391663734192045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=1466391663734192045' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1466391663734192045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1466391663734192045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-i-thought-i-was-lazy.html' title='And I thought I was lazy...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-8156724627279650215</id><published>2007-10-14T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:24:24.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE OWN THE NIGHT</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since a good mafia/gangster/police movie came out. If you are like me, a sucker for mafia movies...then this is a must watch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RxGmIdL2PfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sV-CcB3XMNY/s1600-h/poster_lg02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RxGmIdL2PfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sV-CcB3XMNY/s400/poster_lg02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121056915500449266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not good at reviews, because I don't do movies justice....but I can say this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother disgraces his family, however the father's heart is much bigger than abandoning hope...&lt;br /&gt;Chance arises to to get son back on the good guy's side...opportunity wasted! and son chooses living neutral on the evil side,  BUT,  loyalty is a metal that only shined when things heated up and family was dangered. Son puts father and brother above all... Its a war between  Russian hit-mans and the NYPD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I spoil it? don't change your mind, there is a lot I didn't mention...&lt;br /&gt;my rate 8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-8156724627279650215?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8156724627279650215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=8156724627279650215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8156724627279650215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8156724627279650215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-own-night.html' title='WE OWN THE NIGHT'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RxGmIdL2PfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sV-CcB3XMNY/s72-c/poster_lg02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-9020299893474382893</id><published>2007-10-14T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:08:58.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just anozar joke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;European  English :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby  English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German,  which was the other possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the negotiations, the British  Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has  accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as  "Euro-English".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c".  Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be  dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have  one less letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond  year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words  like fotograf 20% shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new  spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where! more komplikated changes are  possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which  have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, al wil agre that the  horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go  away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing  "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan  be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil  sensi bl riten styl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun  vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum  tru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted  in ze forst plas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza  pepl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-9020299893474382893?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9020299893474382893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=9020299893474382893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9020299893474382893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9020299893474382893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-anozar-joke.html' title='Just anozar joke...'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-3755328369451471098</id><published>2007-10-10T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:10:00.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>I stood by the side of a friend... blindly&lt;br /&gt;I prayed...&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a test...&lt;br /&gt;I broke a new record...&lt;br /&gt;I hurt someone close to me&lt;br /&gt;I voted...for the first time in my life..&lt;br /&gt;My heart ached so bad...I cried..&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep upsest...and woke up to cry somemore..this time out loud&lt;br /&gt;I prayed..and prayed and prayed....for this to end&lt;br /&gt;I called some one I love...and someone I admire..and told them that..&lt;br /&gt;I am studying now...in an effort to live a better future....&lt;br /&gt;somehow....I still feel very unproductive...I need achivemnets in my life...I am tired of waiting and hanging around....&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;PS: no idea what am I writing this hear&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing...I am not editing...so if you see any grammer and spelling errors..I DONT CARE NO MORE :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-3755328369451471098?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3755328369451471098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=3755328369451471098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3755328369451471098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3755328369451471098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7806150600797365211</id><published>2007-10-07T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:51:40.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking to myself'/><title type='text'>Panicking</title><content type='html'>I was doing some thinking..on the side of doing research, discovering  how awesome  is Pink  Floyd music [no comments plz] and I realized that I will write my last final for this semester on Dec 6.&lt;br /&gt;That is in 8 weeks from today...It is scary to even think about the amount of work I have to finish before I even consider preparing for the finals.&lt;br /&gt;HECK...I just started school!! sho haaad&lt;br /&gt;I really hate first semesters, they are so short and packed with work and holidays which I don't get any days off for. Plus, I have been off ALL summer long ...and its hard to get back to studying mood .....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sighssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should think about my midterms now..and maybe better focus on my projects due this week....too many Mozilla's windows are open at one time..FOCUS DANA&lt;br /&gt;Wow. this has been the longest I ranted about something without someone interrupting me. mmm, I like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-7806150600797365211?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7806150600797365211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=7806150600797365211' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7806150600797365211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7806150600797365211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/panicking.html' title='Panicking'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7141934477941150341</id><published>2007-10-05T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:54:05.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Marcel Khalife...at last!</title><content type='html'>Well I am saying at last to many things here...&lt;br /&gt;At last I finally went to a concert...It has been a while.&lt;br /&gt;At last I went to a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcel_Khalife"&gt;Marcel Khalife&lt;/a&gt; concert..my first time..and he really blew my mind!&lt;br /&gt;At last I decided to transfer the photos and videos of the concert to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RwaHe9L2PeI/AAAAAAAAACs/IA3XAIJzNkQ/s1600-h/lebanse+flag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RwaHe9L2PeI/AAAAAAAAACs/IA3XAIJzNkQ/s400/lebanse+flag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117926992443227618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to his much anticipated concert last Saturday. I gotta say, he is much much better in concert and when his two amazing sons are playing by his side. His son Rami gave the songs a whole new dimension with his beyond belief piano playing. Too bad the quality of my videos are not too great to show that :(&lt;br /&gt;No.... he did not sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rita and the Rifle  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;( I really wanted to shout it out to him. Didn't wanna stand out in that way though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Amor Be Esmoke and Montaseb Al-Qamate Amshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de6ca99b67f71e19" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=de6ca99b67f71e19&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7141934477941150341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=7141934477941150341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7141934477941150341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7141934477941150341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/marcel-khalifeat-last.html' title='Marcel Khalife...at last!'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RwaHe9L2PeI/AAAAAAAAACs/IA3XAIJzNkQ/s72-c/lebanse+flag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-8604612353961286202</id><published>2007-10-05T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:53:02.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misadventures'/><title type='text'>Be ware of symbolism..</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wore a piece of clothing or accessory and reflected a statement which you did not realize at the time? Not even once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I knew it all and never thought I will fall in a similar situation at this point of my life..BUT I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story. Last year  I received a gift from my lovely neighbor who has Irish roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a traditional Irish ring, it is called a Claddagh ring, I were it, my daughters were it and I thought I want you to have this"&lt;/span&gt; She said. " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This ring was passed down to me by my mother, and its design reflects love, friendship, and loyalty. I truly feel this way about our friendship, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; want you to have it because I think of you as an adopted granddaughter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think it is one of the coolest gifts I received, its meaningful, it has a retro design, it is almost antique, and I love rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RwZ-6dL2PcI/AAAAAAAAACc/P1sT9Ak-ZZ4/s1600-h/irish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RwZ-6dL2PcI/AAAAAAAAACc/P1sT9Ak-ZZ4/s200/irish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117917569284980162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I decided to read more about this traditional ring. and here is what I found about the symbolism of it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way that a Claddagh ring is worn on the hand is usually intended to convey the wearer's romantic availability, or lack thereof. Traditionally, if the ring is on the right hand with the heart facing outward and away from the body, this indicates that the person wearing the ring is not in any serious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and may in fact be single and looking for a relationship: "their heart is open." When worn on the right hand but with the heart facing inward toward the body, this indicates the person wearing the ring is in a relationship, or that "someone has captured their heart". A Claddagh worn on the left hand ring finger, facing outward away from the body, generally indicates that the wearer is engaged. When the ring is on the left hand ring finger and facing inward toward the body, it generally means that the person wearing the ring is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;soucre: Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ring is like an Irish DEBLEH!&lt;br /&gt;To all those who have possibly seen me wearing the ring lately. I never meant to wear it with the heart facing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inward&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-8604612353961286202?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8604612353961286202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=8604612353961286202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8604612353961286202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8604612353961286202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-ware-of-symbolism.html' title='Be ware of symbolism..'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RwZ-6dL2PcI/AAAAAAAAACc/P1sT9Ak-ZZ4/s72-c/irish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-8742091834830087358</id><published>2007-09-29T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:08:29.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over heard in NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was told about this &lt;a href="http://http//www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; today...really entertained me...I think stand up comedians get some of their materials from hear..no I am positive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;I dont believe they dont use any jokes where Canadians are involved! not even our thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          The Golden Rule Doesn't Apply to Telecommunications, Lady         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Old woman, to woman talking on Bluetooth headset&lt;/span&gt;: Excuse me, but are you talking to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman just looks at her and keeps talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Old woman&lt;/span&gt;: No, seriously! Are you talking to yourself? Because, if you are, you should be nicer to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--Central Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          NewsFlash: Eccentric Dean of Electoral College Invokes Little-Known Constitutional Provision         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Hobo&lt;/span&gt;: Attention, attention! I'm playing this saxophone to raise money for my spaceship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays a horrible rendition of "Pop Goes the Weasel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Hobo&lt;/span&gt;: I'm going into space, and I'm taking George Bush with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;Fellow passengers cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--1 train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          My Motto: Binge in Private, Purge in Public         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Cashier&lt;/span&gt;: What will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Large bucket, large fries, four Diet Cokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Cashier&lt;/span&gt;: Is this for here or to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Does it look like I can eat all that here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Cashier&lt;/span&gt;: Chill, bitch... I don't know your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--KFC, Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;Overheard by: pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          The Buddha Was a Tough Kid to Raise         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;: Don't you &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; do that again! [slaps child hard]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Child, calmly&lt;/span&gt;: Well, are you happy with yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--Union Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;Overheard by: Miranda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          It's Okay-- It's His Job to Stand There         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Tourist man&lt;/span&gt;: Pardon me, officer, can you tell us where Orchard Street is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Cop&lt;/span&gt;: See that naked Chinese guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Tourist man&lt;/span&gt;: Ummm...Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Cop&lt;/span&gt;: Walk down to him and make a left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Tourist man&lt;/span&gt;: Um, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Cop&lt;/span&gt;: No problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--Delancey &amp;amp; Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;Overheard by: Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Starbucks: Where Six of One is &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; a Half-Dozen of the Other  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;: Ma'am, can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt;: I'd like a half dozen of your chocolate chip cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;: We only sell them, like, 1, 2, 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Woman to friend&lt;/span&gt;: Is she serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;: She'll take 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--Starbucks, Rockefeller Center Concourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          Maybe You Should Get a Job &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/006688.html"&gt;at Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; Instead         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: I'll have a twelve-inch wheat --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Deli guy&lt;/span&gt;: Foot-long, or half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Um... twelve inches. Isn't that a foot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Deli guy&lt;/span&gt;: Foot-long, or half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span class="speakerlabel"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: I think you're missing something here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--Subway, Elmsford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;Overheard by: Bored Beyond Belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;This happened to me once...except I was on the other end. I was so used to metrics when I moved here. I hated inches and foot.&lt;br /&gt;I remember asking for the 6 inch....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so you want half a foot maam&lt;/span&gt;. Moi: NO. Just 6 inches please with a diet coke!&lt;br /&gt;I sure got some look that day from that little Asian lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1268359722268142552-8742091834830087358?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8742091834830087358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=8742091834830087358' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8742091834830087358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8742091834830087358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-told-about-this-website-today.html' title='Over heard in NYC'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-266329675087674150</id><published>2007-09-19T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:50:53.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I wish if  it's 1988 again..</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Isam :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you wish you were three? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me at least 5 reasons. And if you want to tag someone else go ahead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**I have to note that it was very difficult to remember anything before my first day at kindergarten. Facts might get mixed up. This is as far as I could remember! (age 4-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) People actually avoided disturbing my sleep....ah how sweet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Cerelac...yumm. I think i might eat a little if I had access to children food&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Some Remi Bendali songs. I felt like a bird every time she sang ' teri teri ya 3asfora'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) My mom's story telling and singing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Easily excited. No worries. Mommy could fix any problem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Being able to hide under the bed and behind the curtains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Love and affection I got a s the first child. I feel lucky when I see that in my baby pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112154058413650418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RvIFB-DRMfI/AAAAAAAAACM/wkCWjlXxEdk/s320/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag who ever comes across this...trust me its good to think about how sweet it is to be 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU GOTTA DO THIS and let me know so I can readit :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://http://life-flows-on.blogspot.com/"&gt;dandoon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-266329675087674150?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/266329675087674150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=266329675087674150' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/266329675087674150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/266329675087674150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-tagged-by-isam-why-do-you-wish.html' title='Why do I wish if  it&apos;s 1988 again..'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RvIFB-DRMfI/AAAAAAAAACM/wkCWjlXxEdk/s72-c/DSC00736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-8018274588573994449</id><published>2007-09-19T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:51:51.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand re-opening!</title><content type='html'>GOSH it has been along time since I have considered checking on my blog. Well now  I have to, since my dear &lt;a href="http://mindsonbytes.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me :)&lt;br /&gt;I think it is good to be back, older,wiser and strongr .............................bs balash&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan Kareem everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-8018274588573994449?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8018274588573994449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=8018274588573994449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8018274588573994449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8018274588573994449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/09/grand-re-opening.html' title='Grand re-opening!'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-1789978748214358255</id><published>2007-07-13T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:59:40.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up...Aging....you name it and I will celebrate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I have been a long while since I have even visited my blog. Not mentioning that I have not wrote anything in here for few months. I can’t point out the reason to that. Well, tonight feels like a time I should come back and document few things, especially on the night before my birthday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;First of all, why on Earth do I lie about my age? It is such a bad habit that got into me. So far my aunts and my little cousins, along with some of not-so-close family friends THINK that I am turning 21 tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;What I like most about my birthday is that it comes round in the summer. This means I always get to have my family around. Add to that the weekend factor, and it is the best time ever to grow up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Well that is all I have to say now. I am off to start preparing for my b-day tom. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;PS: this blog needs a lot of ‘renovating’ which I will get around this week. Cuz 22 years old Dana is much more organized than now !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-1789978748214358255?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1789978748214358255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=1789978748214358255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1789978748214358255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1789978748214358255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/07/growing-upagingyou-name-it-and-i-will.html' title='Growing up...Aging....you name it and I will celebrate it'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-405887653568127181</id><published>2007-05-20T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T07:57:40.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudness</title><content type='html'>I hate people who ignore the fact that you have to turn off your cell phone-or at least not answer it- in offices and clinics. So unbelievably RUDE.&lt;br /&gt; I was at my uncles office visiting not too long  ago ( yes I am nice plus I needed help on a matter) and a client, who looks 26-28 years was in his office discussing a product offered by the bank. This DUDE'S annoying ringtoon broke the constant relaxing almost silent sound of the cold AC - which was my afternoon easier- and my uncles conversation. This made us both look with a raised eyebrow (well only me). I raised my other eyebrow when this man carried on with his conversation, then squeezed my eyes at him to reflect my disapproval (of course he didn't see that as he was really busy) checked 3ammo's reaction (Neutral) and then gave up. I decided to catch on observing clients waiting outside and on tellers counters through the huge glass window.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was at a clinic with a friend, and this time, a doctor distracted the conversation/diagnoses to answer a phone call form a friend on his mobile!! afterward he started bragging about the WASTA he has and how it helped his son into engineering school!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thats one more thing I hate. Too much bragging! &lt;br /&gt;PS: I didn't mention WASTA because I think I can live in Amman or Saudi without it. Although I hate it a little&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-405887653568127181?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/405887653568127181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=405887653568127181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/405887653568127181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/405887653568127181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/05/rudness.html' title='Rudness'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-2169856018716383739</id><published>2007-05-12T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:08:27.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordanita</title><content type='html'>I have been disconnected and in the country for a week now. Longest time in my life spent offline...I am loving Amman in May...never experienced it before (some might disagree considering the weather we have had this week) bs wallah I am&lt;br /&gt;here is a list of  things that cracked me up, raised an eyebrow..or things I have missed this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my family who didn't come to amman yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my cousin &lt;a href="http://mindsonbytes.blogspot.com/"&gt;3eso&lt;/a&gt; who I miss his Jordan 101 lectures and notes so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my cousin who took me to &lt;a href="http://www.just.edu.jo/"&gt;JUST&lt;/a&gt; university to spend a night there.  IRBID is one of the weirdest places on this planet! All girls dorms are way weirder and dont get me started on the accent. I think I am gonna visit IRBIDITA again this summer. JUST people are pieces of work bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My God the road to JUST was so beautiful. i LOVE jordan in the spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How disrespectful people can be, answering their cell phones in clinics and offices and before saying EXCUSE ME. UGH I hate those people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Endless arageel nights (love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting Wild Jordan ( new place to unwind, love, cant believe I am just discovering that place)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;........the list goes on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I miss blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-2169856018716383739?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2169856018716383739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=2169856018716383739' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2169856018716383739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2169856018716383739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/05/jordanita.html' title='Jordanita'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-3872462899691340201</id><published>2007-05-02T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:12:51.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duct tape forever</title><content type='html'>God bless duct tape!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjgrOWgsY0I/AAAAAAAAACE/NzzNRAL9Z6c/s1600-h/duct-tape%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjgrOWgsY0I/AAAAAAAAACE/NzzNRAL9Z6c/s200/duct-tape%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059841706911621954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjgqQGgsYzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oZIUD6vSRL4/s1600-h/duct+tape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjgqQGgsYzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oZIUD6vSRL4/s200/duct+tape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059840637464765234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep connection between North Americans and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duct_tape"&gt;duct tape.&lt;/a&gt; Recently I began to understand the laws of attraction to this AMAZING product. I really find it extremely  handy and strong, heck you can use it to even bully your little/big brother an tape him to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually seen cars duct taped!! crappy old rusty cars from the 80s driven by student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ABUSAL%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjgpTmgsYxI/AAAAAAAAABs/_lbQD44y0nQ/s1600-h/100_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjgpTmgsYxI/AAAAAAAAABs/_lbQD44y0nQ/s320/100_0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059839598082679570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are not familiar with duct tape, it is this fiber based water resistant silvery tape intended to be used in the military as a quick  fixing tools, well during the second WW, but now is used manly in pluming and bullying....and amusing people like me.&lt;br /&gt;If I am not mistaken, my parents used it during the gulf war to seal the windows and doors of our apartment against possible chemical attacks. A part of my childhood I don't like to remember!&lt;br /&gt;One more use of duct tape is in fashion. I have seen on TV how they use duct tape on models, under the clothes, to suck tummies and other defaults. Yes..Yes it does work and it holds. The beauty is how it is tailored made to fix what ever default in your body...not like we you have any ;)&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...the endless wonders of duct tape....it is does perform miracles...it is actually called Jesus tape in some parts of the world...you know for the miracles it performs...I am serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am being overly emotional here..but I think I want to pack one in and take it with me...you know...just to be ready for emergencies during my vacation in Amman (cant think of any now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjglBWgsYwI/AAAAAAAAABk/_pnGqfBTwVc/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjglBWgsYwI/AAAAAAAAABk/_pnGqfBTwVc/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059834886503555842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What horrible parents this kido has!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-3872462899691340201?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3872462899691340201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=3872462899691340201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3872462899691340201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/3872462899691340201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/05/duct-tape-forever.html' title='Duct tape forever'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjgrOWgsY0I/AAAAAAAAACE/NzzNRAL9Z6c/s72-c/duct-tape%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-555641714970967609</id><published>2007-04-27T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:51:58.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NORMALIZATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjLAI2gsYvI/AAAAAAAAABc/hAwtNcf9p2I/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjLAI2gsYvI/AAAAAAAAABc/hAwtNcf9p2I/s400/DSC00387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058316589794616050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I am done exams safe and sound. A555555&lt;br /&gt;Life is good without my exams and without my continuous disappointment in profs, marks, assignment, people from school, and the popular blogging topic Timmy's roll ups.  I loved having my cup of goodness today without knowing there is another failure waiting for the last sip to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I miss the exams rush ( just a bit).. I am enjoying life again! I forgot how good it it to catch up with friends on things other than GPAs and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed on so much. I have missed writing up about Jenin  and the massacre on this space although I owe to it. plus I awaited April to send a salute to its heroes who made me proud to belong to that old city. Proud to be associated with &lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jenin_massacre"&gt;its history.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't let the world to know how my heart ached for those who died two weeks ago at Virginia Tech..... and how it hurt even more to watch the world's arrogance   stance on the value of the Iraqi lives that was lost in the same week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ups and downs took charge of my life in the past two weeks.....made me appreciate  all the little blessings even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I am posting that. I mean I am not Larry King to explain my absence..right? I guess you have figured by now that i am not even close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this my first step in regaining myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i don't blame you if you don't get all the way here. and i don't blame you if you got here and you are bored to death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-555641714970967609?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/555641714970967609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=555641714970967609' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/555641714970967609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/555641714970967609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/04/normalization.html' title='NORMALIZATION'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RjLAI2gsYvI/AAAAAAAAABc/hAwtNcf9p2I/s72-c/DSC00387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-9128227832817700078</id><published>2007-04-24T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:36:02.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love bites</title><content type='html'>I am currently giving a shelter for this cat...who thinks that love bites...therefore he wont stop biting me&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/Ri4Pn72iq9I/AAAAAAAAABU/irNO2LNceVU/s1600-h/kitty+diablo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/Ri4Pn72iq9I/AAAAAAAAABU/irNO2LNceVU/s400/kitty+diablo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056996610339417042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I never thought I would be blogging about pets since I kind of took an oath not to get any  after losing my old dear cat. But when you have a brother like mine...everything is possible. This cat will stay with us for three weeks. He already made himself at home and went through all my stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Kitty Diablo is one stalker who wont quit. Although I think I should call him Curious George for he has been through every single drawer in the house so far not mentioning the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;This little creature can provide endless entertainment.... just give him a bouncy ball and a rob....FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;I can write forever about cats. Heck  I can write forever about his amusement by the TV or the birds outside the window.&lt;br /&gt; I wont though....I dont wanna become that guy at the Pet Food store. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO ONE CARES WHAT UR CAT DID LAST NIGHT. JUST TAKE MY MONEY FOR THE DAMN CAT FOOD AND LET ME GO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-9128227832817700078?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9128227832817700078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=9128227832817700078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9128227832817700078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/9128227832817700078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-bites.html' title='Love bites'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/Ri4Pn72iq9I/AAAAAAAAABU/irNO2LNceVU/s72-c/kitty+diablo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-2750949302372588163</id><published>2007-04-15T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:42:26.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized reignbow sneakers...and what alarmed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RiLhwSZHm0I/AAAAAAAAABE/gP0yMTHW5as/s1600-h/pink+RBK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RiLhwSZHm0I/AAAAAAAAABE/gP0yMTHW5as/s320/pink+RBK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053849951550282562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started as follows&lt;br /&gt;ME: Extremely bored, unable to focus on studying my Database Management exam this Tuesday. I was stunned by the wackie  pink shoes photo  on &lt;a href="http://andfaraway.net/"&gt;Roba's &lt;/a&gt;blog. I decided to take the test and see the RBKs that reflect my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I got the same wicked shoes in PINK...I really love them...I actually have shoes in that color...&lt;br /&gt;However, something was more alarming to me than the color of the sneakers and  the fact that I have no problem wearing them in public...&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the test and checked if they ask participants about  gender before taking  the quiz.....AND THEY DON'T... no.&lt;br /&gt;So here is a question for the guys....if you take the test and this was the shoes that reflects your style and personality...would you admit that you like those shoes...just a little bit? would anyone wear them at all?&lt;br /&gt;I always thought males should have a problem with wearing pink. Turned out it is not? ( my bro actually claims that males like pink more than females which is why we [women] wear pink  a lot!!!)&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-2750949302372588163?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2750949302372588163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=2750949302372588163' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2750949302372588163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2750949302372588163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/04/personalized-reignbow-sneakersand-what.html' title='Personalized reignbow sneakers...and what alarmed me'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RiLhwSZHm0I/AAAAAAAAABE/gP0yMTHW5as/s72-c/pink+RBK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-5965932955318673714</id><published>2007-03-30T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:17:33.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best search engine...reccomended by my bro</title><content type='html'>This is a conversation that went on between me and my 13 years old bro. More on the setting, I was chatting on the kitchen counter while fixing my cup of coffee and trying to catch up on one of my assignments. Him, well its dinner time in Jeddah 7 hours past T.O time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/Rg17XVL1D5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vugTYA6Ibng/s1600-h/search+engine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 508px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/Rg17XVL1D5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vugTYA6Ibng/s320/search+engine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047826398106161042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog Pile!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who comes up with those names. Come on, cant you do better than that!&lt;br /&gt;Plus how my brother recommended it. Try Dog Pile, It is the best $#!t. EWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aside from how disgusting it is, I have to admit it is so catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this is how the conversation ended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/Rg17kFL1D6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8iJKtCWtf_8/s1600-h/search+engine+part+two.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/Rg17kFL1D6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8iJKtCWtf_8/s320/search+engine+part+two.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047826617149493154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat? Me? thank you not this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ...boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-5965932955318673714?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5965932955318673714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=5965932955318673714' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/5965932955318673714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/5965932955318673714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/03/best-search-enginereccomended-by-my-bro.html' title='Best search engine...reccomended by my bro'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/Rg17XVL1D5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vugTYA6Ibng/s72-c/search+engine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-6019289427158762459</id><published>2007-03-29T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T08:14:39.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On obsessions with celebrities</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am late to class…still working on a group assignment. I have another individual one due tomorrow and a lot more due in less than 10 days. All that and I still manage to pay a quick visit to Youtube to cheer myself up. Am I the queen of time waisting or what?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Anyways, I stumbled across this clip from the Jimmy Kimmel show which I have not watched in a while thanks to my hectic schedule these days. You gotta love the guy. I have seen people suffering from unhealthy obsessions with celebrities, but this is by far the funniest I have seen. He is really living his life in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; hills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I give you &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhUzDygdYy0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhUzDygdYy0"&gt;YAYA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhUzDygdYy0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-6019289427158762459?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6019289427158762459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/6019289427158762459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-obsessions-with-celebrities.html' title='On obsessions with celebrities'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-1171437565260906133</id><published>2007-03-27T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T08:17:12.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I share/scare</title><content type='html'>This video was posted on Facebook by a friend (ironically). I myself am not a believer in the whole "big brother" idea. But I do believe that our personal information is always vulnerable on the net and also AMAZED by how much info do people display on Facebook and how much time they spend on it. THIS MAKES IT ONE GREAT MARKETING CHANNEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont make you read me longer..here is the link to the video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.albumoftheday.com/facebook"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.albumoftheday.com/facebook"&gt;Does what happens on the Facebook stay in the Facebook?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-1171437565260906133?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1171437565260906133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=1171437565260906133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1171437565260906133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/1171437565260906133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/03/thought-i-sharescare.html' title='Thought I share/scare'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-7636374528746811633</id><published>2007-03-24T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:48:10.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden shoes..red shoes &amp; now white bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RgXrrHZudQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d93rtf0ie38/s1600-h/bride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RgXrrHZudQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d93rtf0ie38/s320/bride.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045698083492361474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My new hot white bag.....cant wait to wear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After surviving Thursday's morning class, which is painfully annoying and boring. I decided to pay the mall a visit, oh how it always manages to clear my head.There I spotted this beauty on sale...and it spoke to me..so I bought it. I thought it would be perfect for the sunny summer in Amman. I can throw everything thing in it and be ready for any situation I might face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got the purse out of its plastic bag to introduce it to its new home and match it with outfits. Then it hit me, this bag would be perfect for my golden shoes which I have not worn in a while (due to the sever cold up here) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RgXuBHZudRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fr-3HWJrPQc/s1600-h/the+happy+couple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RgXuBHZudRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fr-3HWJrPQc/s320/the+happy+couple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045700660472739090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Happy Couple.  Mr. Golden Pointy Ballerina (bottom left) and Mrs. White Bag (Right/Up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would leave it to your imagination to picture them, but thanx to my ever handy camera..I have a picture of the happy couple. I really want them to get married. What a cute couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together they totally beat my red shoes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-7636374528746811633?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7636374528746811633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=7636374528746811633' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7636374528746811633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/7636374528746811633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/03/golden-shoesred-shoes-now-white-bag.html' title='Golden shoes..red shoes &amp; now white bag'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-5UoMhfOh0/RgXrrHZudQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d93rtf0ie38/s72-c/bride.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-8474055215896305430</id><published>2007-03-22T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:36:21.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinate now...dont put it off</title><content type='html'>While still ignorant about my old blog's destiny and what happened to it...&lt;br /&gt;now, I do know how much I procrastinate..in every thing..&lt;br /&gt;OMG..it took me more than a month to try to create a new blog. huh...&lt;br /&gt;well now I got it (ma blog)..and I add it to my time-wasting mechanism...along with watching W network...and reading other bloggers ..the list goes on :|&lt;br /&gt;HA...just what I need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-8474055215896305430?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8474055215896305430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=8474055215896305430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8474055215896305430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/8474055215896305430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/03/procrastinate-nowdont-put-it-off.html' title='Procrastinate now...dont put it off'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268359722268142552.post-2283158261617705949</id><published>2007-03-22T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:13:50.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Yaay...I made it...I created a blog again...&lt;br /&gt;well it took me more than a month after my first blog failed (reasons still unknown)&lt;br /&gt;Just Happy to blog to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268359722268142552-2283158261617705949?l=blog-of-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2283158261617705949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268359722268142552&amp;postID=2283158261617705949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2283158261617705949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268359722268142552/posts/default/2283158261617705949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-of-d.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go AGAIN'/><author><name>Dandoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12534772428669821428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
