<?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-21402700</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:00:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ana-alia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402700.post-7097827700797577768</id><published>2007-06-19T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:13:26.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hay friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Just wanna tell you am still alive and breathing, coz some people are starting to think otherwise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Missed you all and missed the blogs, but not as much as to start posting again :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Best regards to you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  alia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-7097827700797577768?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/7097827700797577768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=7097827700797577768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/7097827700797577768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/7097827700797577768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2007/06/hay-friends-just-wanna-tell-you-am.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-116188263766722817</id><published>2006-10-26T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:10:16.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"No I wont let him."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? You love him, don`t you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ofcourse I do, I love him so much that i wont put him in that situation."&lt;br /&gt;"Don`t you want to marry him? I know he does." Her friend told her.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes i do." She sighed. "But I know my parents wont approve it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved him so much that she wont let him be humiliated even by her parents whom she adores. That was all she has been thinking about in the last couple of days. She knew that the next time they`ll meet he`s gonna tell her he will propose. She didn`t know yet how to pervent him, but she had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening in her bed, she closed her eyes and remembered the first time they met. She could feel the warm breeze of the Italian shore, the taste of the vanilla icecream she was eating and her brother`s giggles on some joke. Thats when he came into the café and sat on the table in the corner. The first thing she noticed was his chin. It was the right shape, square under the mouth, just the way she likes it. Then his eyes. He was wearing glasses, but under them there were those intelligent and honest eyes. He looked at her. She immediately talked to her brother and acted as if she was in the middle of a conversation. After that, every time she glanced he was looking at her, not staring, just looking. His friend came and sat beside him but it was obvious that he was just disturbed by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;From that day, every time they ran into eachother in the street, he would step aside to let her pass, and look back at her untill she disappears between people. Once, he entered a shop with his sister, she was there setting behind one of the shelves waiting for the shoe she ordered. He didn`t see her but she could hear him complaining about how much his sister loves shopping and how long it takes her to buy something. She recognized his voice and smiled . His sister came nearer and he followed. He saw her and his heart raced with happiness. He sat on the other chair and started talking about how comfortable the chair is and why wouldn`t his sister try all the shoes in the shop becouse indeed it will be a shame not to buy such nice shoes! She couldn`t manage but simle. He noticed and simled back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It has been three years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He was a great man. His only fault was he`s not from the same region she`s from, and that, from her parent`s point of view, was a taboo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She`ll find a way to tell him, she thought. He will be hurt, but not as hard as she will, thats something she knew but she has to be strong. She wished he`ll have a better life without her, maybe a better wife, too! The thought broke her heart, but he deserved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He was her first love and she decided he will be her one and only one untill she gets married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A random thought that could happen to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;alia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-116188263766722817?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/116188263766722817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=116188263766722817' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/116188263766722817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/116188263766722817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-no-i-wont-let-him.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-115677618812908676</id><published>2006-08-28T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:48:26.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Back Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hay everyone, am back to Ryiadh but with no energy what so ever to post!! could anyone explain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hope it wont last for long, i like posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed your vacation and still are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;alia..(Thax God am back to my keyboard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-115677618812908676?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115677618812908676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115677618812908676' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115677618812908676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115677618812908676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-home-hay-everyone-am-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-115434914623619338</id><published>2006-07-31T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T05:33:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;POSTING FROM PARIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;THE KEYBOARD IS SO STRANGE, I CAN ONLY WRITE IN CAPS, AND DONT BLAME ME FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;WEATHER IS GREAT, SHOPPING IS GREATER............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;MISSED READING YOUR BLOGS BLOGGERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;BACK IN NOT VERY LONG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ALIA (I HATE MY NAME IN CAPS)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-115434914623619338?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115434914623619338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115434914623619338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115434914623619338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115434914623619338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/posting-from-paris-keyboard-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-115279910716734174</id><published>2006-07-13T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:59:24.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Finally Out of here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Won`t be posting for a couple of weeks - as if its something new! Its time to get out if this mess, finally Zurich here comes ana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;alia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-115279910716734174?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115279910716734174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115279910716734174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115279910716734174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115279910716734174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-out-of-here-wont-be-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-115202480866767232</id><published>2006-07-04T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T07:28:52.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry Bella must break some rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;considering my circumstances am going to give myslef an exception. I`ll write 10 things about myself instead of 20. And while half of whom i know have already been tagged and the other half stopped tagging, i won`t be able to tag anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so back to the subject, here comes ana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1- Love Paris, Cannes and like Richonne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2- Love shopping, speacially for shoes and rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;3- hait onions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;4- Lova pastas, Nutella and Oreo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;5- Love reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;6- Only book I`ve cried while reading is ''P.S I Love You''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;7- Generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;8- Wish to be a mother to a baby girl one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;9- Wish ot fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;10- Wish to pierce the lower side of my mouth but mom won`t let me (i might thank her one day), i guess i WILL thank her one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;OK now you know me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-115202480866767232?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115202480866767232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115202480866767232' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115202480866767232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115202480866767232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-bella-must-break-some-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402700.post-115194017508784012</id><published>2006-07-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:13:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;A Long Post Describing A Long Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when I opened my drawer to get a watch before going out yesterday. Thats when i noticed one of my watches was missing, and it was one of my beloved watche. First thing i did is looking in my bags. Nothing. Then I opened the drawer again. The watch is missing. Its a reality! thats when the world began spinning around me. I looked in my room, in the other drawers, under the bed, in the bathroom, in the bathroom`s drawers, in the college`s bags (althoug i didn`t use them since before the exams) but there was nothing. I rushed to my mother`s room and asked her if she saw it. "No," she aswered, "i don`t remember the last time you wore it." Oh My God. I went back to my room and looked in the drawer again, the drawres below it. i even looked in the chocolate box that have been in my room for two days (I mean maybe. Who knows what i was thinking!). My brother often comes to my room to use some of my things. So it accured to me that he might be playing some game on me. The day befor he was feeling sleepy and i told him that there is a plastic bag in my dressing room filled with boxes of instant coffee, so maybe thats when he took the watch! I went to his room and asked him what kind of coffee he took (thought i would drag him to blow), he didn`t take any. He didn`t enter the room. Who took it! I want my watch. I love my watch. Its comfortable, its nice, its practicale, its BLACK (its the one i always wear in college if any of my colleagues is reading this). I want my watch.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go out, but when i came back home the searching mission started again. This time i took out all the pants i wore the last couple of weeks and checked all the pockets.. Nothing.. When i felt tired, i sat infront of the T.V. sipping water from my bottle and decided to leave the matter to God. After al Fajer prayer and after my pre-going to bed rituals i thought about checking my tops, i don`t remember any of them having a pocket but who knows? Thats when i found a baby blue one with a tiny miny pocket. and when i put my hand in it... its there my watch.. i found my watch... i kissed it.. kissed it everywhere wore it and prayed two rak`as thanking God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;That night i slept wearing my watch, and its something i never do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-115194017508784012?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115194017508784012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115194017508784012' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115194017508784012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115194017508784012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-post-describing-long-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-115162600821998156</id><published>2006-06-29T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:24:23.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tagged by la brazilian bella la élégant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;taggd to answer my own quistions, so that will be a little weird! i asked them but never answerd!! so lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1:you receive a gift. You open it and say "wow this is exactly what i need. It came in tame". What is the gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A Ring &lt;--- it is always the perfect gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2: Close your eyes, now open them. You are someone else. Who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mmm i dont know.. i think i just want to be myself, but to answer the Q i think i might want to be Princess Grace of Monaco she was so elegent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3: You are setting in a coffe shop in the Champs-Elysées. there are five chairs aroun the table, you set on one, who sets on the other four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mom,&lt;br /&gt;5altee Areeeeeeeeeej :D:D &lt;-- shes just the best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5alti Manu and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dava &lt;--- missed you ya dobba :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4: They give you a chance to appear on T.V for five minutes. Everyone on the planet is watching you, and everyone will believe whatever comes out of your mouth. What will your message be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Islam is the right religion.&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem is for muslims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Stop the war on Iraq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I am the most clever girl in the world!&lt;br /&gt;I am the cutest ever ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hay Professors i always deserve A+s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-115162600821998156?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115162600821998156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115162600821998156' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115162600821998156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115162600821998156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged-by-la-brazilian-bella-la-lgant.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-115150831984747126</id><published>2006-06-28T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:58:50.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Truth Or Dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;spent last night playing truth or dare with my aunt and cousins (and when i say aunt, i mean my father`s sister- and we have a very very formal relation)!! She asked me a Q that i never ever thought about seriously (When do you want to get married?)... i thought for few seconds then gave up, and gave her the 1st number that bobed to my head: 8 years. They were all like oooooooooo your lying. Why do all poeple think that we girls will kill ourselves to get married? Any way that isn`t the subject, eventually my Qs where the best ;)... So let`s play the game. I`ll post my Qs and you guys will answer them :D.. &lt;strong&gt;you will tag 3 people&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:you receive a gift. You open it and say "wow this is exactly what i need. It came in tame". &lt;strong&gt;What is the gift?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Closeyour eyes, now open them. You are someone else. &lt;strong&gt;Who do you want it to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: You are setting in a coffe shop in the Champs-Elysées. there are five chairs aroun the table, you set on one, &lt;strong&gt;who sets on the other four?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: They give you a chance to appear on T.V for five minutes. Everyone on the planet is watching you, and everyone will believe whatever comes out of your mouth. &lt;strong&gt;What will your message be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mochness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mochness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://leomastic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;leomastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bnt3bdullah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;V.O.G.U.E&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/21402700-115150831984747126?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115150831984747126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115150831984747126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115150831984747126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115150831984747126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/truth-or-dare-spent-last-night-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-115093043275835201</id><published>2006-06-21T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:25:47.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And we are blamed when we talk about how lucky males are in Riyadh!!! Today i was in Crepaway and WOW, the guys section was like heaven, they had these screens and comfortable RED armchairs (so they can watch the games) with the volume on the highest . We were like eleven girls setting upstairs and we weren`t having half of the fun three guys were having downstairs! be thakfull guys, you are blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-115093043275835201?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115093043275835201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115093043275835201' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115093043275835201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115093043275835201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-we-are-blamed-when-we-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-115076184524835174</id><published>2006-06-19T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:11:28.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Cutest Girl Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My cousin gave birth to a baby girl that is the cutest girl i ever seen. Looking into her eyes brought a feeling of secure into me. a feeling that i`ve lost long time ago, but seeing her made me think that God wont give life to such soft and innocent soul if life itself wasn`t a safe place, hard maybe, cruel even but safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She was looking around her when i was carying her, then as if she was trying to find fondness she lay her head by my chest and closed her eyes. That was a moment i will never forget in my life. Carying that girl made me wish to be a mother one day just to take care of such soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-115076184524835174?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115076184524835174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115076184524835174' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115076184524835174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115076184524835174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/cutest-girl-ever-my-cousin-gave-birth.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-115029583912735006</id><published>2006-06-14T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:49:13.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;An Advise From A Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Some people claim that girls can`t love. maybe its ture maybe its not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;being a girl myself i think its not true, its just that they have there own way of loving. girls try to give without taking, they try to love without hating and they tray to live without hurting. maybe in some stage of the relation the girl feels that she can`t give anymore or that she`ll hurt if she continued , she dicides to give up before regreting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Its not right to judge people for one decision that we think its a mistake while they sacrifice to put a smile on our faces for years and years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dedicated to Leo: a person of a great soul and words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;PS: Got (A) in my graduation project&lt;--- ups talking about myself again!!&lt;ups&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-115029583912735006?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/115029583912735006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=115029583912735006' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115029583912735006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/115029583912735006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/06/advise-from-sister-some-people-claim.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402700.post-114909933972211319</id><published>2006-05-31T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:15:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;FINALLY............. am done with my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;actually its a wierd feeling when i remember that after one more term i`ll be a graduated person! but i can`t wait till i be one :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Man it has been five years! why did i choose this field! God only knows. But when i see what i acheived i feel real proud of my self. Translation is not at all as simple as SOME people think. You know what, my graduation project might be in the market in couple of months, that in itself rises my nose in the sky.. ooops i think am beginning to be a little toplofty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Done talking about myself. Wish luck for all students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-114909933972211319?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114909933972211319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=114909933972211319' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/114909933972211319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/114909933972211319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-114502361873228812</id><published>2006-04-14T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:54:19.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;One More Weird Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;In addition to my weird qualities, i`ve just discovered a new one! and pleaeaeaaease tell me if you think it was stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;On Wednesday my auntes where coming over. i dressed up, added my touches to my clothes and started preparing for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;15 minute before their arraival it happend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;my sister came down..... wearing the same colores am wearing (blue jeanes and a white top).................. and..................adding the same touch that am adding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;NOTE: this touch it known to be mine, i created it in my family and i did it just the day before that day! ya3ni its very obvious that she copied it from me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so eventuallyso go to my nevres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i felt so outraged. i looked at her, adressed her and told her that i didn`t like what she did. I decided to&lt;/span&gt; wait untill i calm down then see what i can do. Unfortunately, i didnt calm down. How can i calm down if i keep watching her in my style,my colors, and my touch flirting and swinging her body!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;i rushed to my room changed to a much more glamorouse style and came back with a put-on smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;In case you were wondering what this touch is: rolling up the jeans pants a larg roll-up so it becomes a capri (pemoda)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;so the thing is i discovered that i hate it when poeple copy from me (only if i was wearing the thing at the same time) believe me i wouldn`t have cared if i wasn`t weating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;question is: did i have the right to be angry or do i have to try and ignore such behaviors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-114502361873228812?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114502361873228812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=114502361873228812' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/114502361873228812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/114502361873228812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-more-weird-touch-in-addition-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-114305200233088706</id><published>2006-03-22T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:47:02.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some mistakes can be fixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;some hearts should rebuild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;souls are unbridled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lives are retrieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;people, names, voices and trysts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;always the same and always to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no future to die to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no hope to look for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;why struggle in suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;why cling to dispare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;alia....&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/21402700-114305200233088706?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114305200233088706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=114305200233088706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/114305200233088706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/114305200233088706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-mistakes-can-be-fixed-some-hearts_22.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-114125658474768008</id><published>2006-03-01T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:45:48.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Are You Adopted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i`ve been reading a book called" sheer abandon". it talks about a girl who was left in Hethrow airport and then adopted by a sort of conservative couple. the story talks about how she keeps looking for her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;have you ever thought about being adopted yourself and your parents just wont tell you? what makes you so sure you`re not? what makes you so sure your living the perfect life? what makes you so sure you`re who you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;well anyway, for me its impossible, am a young copy of my mom!! if the idea haven`t accoured to you, think twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;JUST KIDDING... come on, you didn`t believe what i`ve just said, did you? anyway i think the real parents are those who rose you and sufferd more than pregnancy and giving birth.. the suffer i talk about is worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-114125658474768008?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/114125658474768008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=114125658474768008' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/114125658474768008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/114125658474768008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/03/are-you-adopted-ive-been-reading-book.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-113846429769376374</id><published>2006-01-28T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T08:08:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://muteness.blogspot.com/"&gt;$uper MO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My Perfect Lover (By NO Means TO Limit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Target: Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1-respectful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2-fits in my mother`s classical standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3-fears God before anyone els -on a second thought- fears ONLY God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4-smells nice &lt;--- very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5-loves me... loves me... loves me &lt;---- it will just make everything easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6-doesn`t force me to go to every singel gatherring his family does( i know i seem silly but it does count in my record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7-OPEN MINDED.. super mo no wonder you wrote it twice as long as you live in ksa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8-Oh.. i reached the last piont! um.. so lit me see.. treats me as the most precious thing he ever had in his life ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i tag:&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10177066" rel="nofollow"&gt;Mochness&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/8336477" rel="nofollow"&gt;TyT&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12807009" rel="nofollow"&gt;K.M.B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-113846429769376374?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/113846429769376374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=113846429769376374' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/113846429769376374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/113846429769376374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged-by-uper-mo-my-perfect-lover-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-113821936731336032</id><published>2006-01-25T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:10:52.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://muteness.blogspot.com/"&gt;$uper MO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;oh my God.. i guess am weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1- i hate it when someone touches my hair while its still wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-i practice a weird game on a daily bace with my brothers.. which is shooting thim evey morning...the first to shoot is the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- i feel awful in those days i hear the word NO said to me -even if it was for a silly thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-i can`t stand big gatherrings ( specially if they were all my friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-i cannot eat onions for WHAT SO EVER.... i can`t eat it and i can`t smill it! i will just feel sick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-tyt: i ADORE stormy days... if i wasn`t in ksa i would go for a drive in my car :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-113821936731336032?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/113821936731336032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=113821936731336032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/113821936731336032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/113821936731336032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged-by-uper-mo-oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-113820414334218285</id><published>2006-01-25T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:07:46.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Isn`t it weird how you keep thinking about things you have to do during exams??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;for example, i`ve been reading the blogs for a while but it never occured to me to create one. Tow days ago(on and exam night) the idea just poped up and i went for it... and here i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;once a couple of years ago i decided to paint on my room walls. i finished half of one of the walls and stopped, i didn`t have time to complete(or thats what i thought). after a while-and believe me it wasn`t short- in one week and a half during exams i finished the whole room! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-113820414334218285?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/113820414334218285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=113820414334218285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/113820414334218285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/113820414334218285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/01/exams-isnt-it-weird-how-you-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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-21402700.post-113804678127651197</id><published>2006-01-23T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:02:47.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hi everyone... actually this is my first time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing for you my dear readrs, i have a problem in spelling so if you find one please forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i would be one of those you rush to read their blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: miss Alia a would like to make a deal with you. You write your name with a capital(A) and i so much would like to use my name as a signature so i`ll write it with a small one ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21402700-113804678127651197?l=ana-alia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/feeds/113804678127651197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21402700&amp;postID=113804678127651197' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/113804678127651197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402700/posts/default/113804678127651197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-alia.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>ana-alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04851669590499064795</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></feed>
