<?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-28108569</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:49:41.059+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky is Blue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116820173286900358</id><published>2007-01-07T23:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:29:43.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so i've been REALLY busy latley..just got back from dubai (stay tuned for the adventures of platinum and blondie in dubai) along with reorganizing my roooooom..let me just tell u: u can never have enough room for all ur stuff, and u will NEVER have room for all ur new stuff :P stop shopping? yeah right :P anywaaaay as i was going through random papers, chukking stuff away i found my "New Year's Resolution 2006"..digma and i were sitting at le pain at palms on jan 2nd, 2006 and started our lists..mine had 38 items (yeah i know i luv my lists), hers had 20-something items..of the 38 things i have accomplished 9..lol i know what's the point of a list if ur not gona keep up with it, but in my defense i forgot about it the min i made it :P i'm sharing some of the things in the list to inspire the rest of u to ignore or make ur own lists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i have checked off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;play with my inner child&lt;br /&gt;take care of my hair, face and body (ok i'm ignoring my body but i am taking good care of the 1st 2)&lt;br /&gt;smile more&lt;br /&gt;write&lt;br /&gt;be nicer to ppl i hate&lt;br /&gt;don't let stupid ass fuckwits mess with my head&lt;br /&gt;be nicer to mama &amp; baba&lt;br /&gt;dress up more&lt;br /&gt;things i have yet to check off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;pick up my phone (i'm famous for not answering my phone but i always call back)&lt;br /&gt;eat less carbs!!!&lt;br /&gt;sleeeeep&lt;br /&gt;pick up salsa &amp;amp; meringue&lt;br /&gt;drink more water!&lt;br /&gt;finish my crochet blanket&lt;br /&gt;save more spend less (like that's EVER going to happen)&lt;br /&gt;be assertive&lt;br /&gt;watch less star academy and more 60 mins&lt;br /&gt;check out more diseases, beware of becoming a hyprochondriac&lt;br /&gt;eat more salmon&lt;br /&gt;flirt more&lt;br /&gt;e-mail ppl i've been neglecting&lt;br /&gt;what r some of UR new years resolutions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116820173286900358?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/116820173286900358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=116820173286900358' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116820173286900358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116820173286900358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116672914664859516</id><published>2006-12-21T22:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:31:00.036+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinks is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i missssss uuuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1- i'm so sorry i haven't replied to some of your e-mails i know u still luv me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2- i will not provide a reason for my disappearance (u still luv me :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3- the sky is not exactly blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4- i need chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5- the world is flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6- what was Bashar thinking with his new album??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7- my parents need to work on their communication skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8- i miss Beirut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9- is divorce in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10- whoever said 24 was a fun age is highly delusional&lt;br /&gt;11- where are all the hot men??&lt;br /&gt;12- language is overrated&lt;br /&gt;13- i am surrounded by cotton head ninimuggins&lt;br /&gt;14- if the ppl on The O.C. don't get their act together i will seriously hurt some1&lt;br /&gt;15- in life there are those who will love u and those who will stalk u so be careful&lt;br /&gt;16- say anything&lt;br /&gt;17- i need a night of chick flicks and B&amp;Js&lt;br /&gt;18- i don't make the stereotypes i just see them so sue me&lt;br /&gt;19- i hate it when ppl say "it's nothing personal" that just means it's not personal to U, well it's personal to ME&lt;br /&gt;20- is it just me or is Patrick Dempsey REALLLY HOOOT?!&lt;br /&gt;21- i'm currently immersed in Queer as Folk and its sad that a bunch of hot gay men have a healthier love life than me&lt;br /&gt;22- what's up with Dina Hayek looking hotter than me some1 needs to do something about it and by something i mean kill her!&lt;br /&gt;23- do urselves a favor and watch Stick It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;24- pink, strass, manies &amp;amp; pedies can cure ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116672914664859516?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/116672914664859516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=116672914664859516' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116672914664859516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116672914664859516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/12/tinks-is-back.html' title='Tinks is Back'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116301571927399859</id><published>2006-11-08T22:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:55:20.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Oprah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/oprah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/oprah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oprah has made it impossible for me to have a relationship with anyone other than Oprah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116301571927399859?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/116301571927399859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=116301571927399859' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116301571927399859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116301571927399859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/11/screw-oprah.html' title='Screw Oprah'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116203145571435696</id><published>2006-10-28T12:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:44:12.146+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Garat 3aaaainy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my parents r baaaaack! yaaay meeee...6ab3an being Tinks sawait filiiiim..as soon as i saw my dad i hugged him and started cryiiiiiiing (i mean sobbing ppl not just tears) then it was mama's turn and again cryiiiiing..i don't know what got into to me i couldn't stop o the whole time my mom etsolef o ana dmoooooo3 (i'm sure they think i'm nuts but hey they still luv me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;best part about parents traveling: GOOOODIIIIIIEEEES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/baba%20pics%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/baba%20pics%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in sephora HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/baba%20pics%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my new bed slipppeeeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/baba%20pics%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes i asked my parents to get me deo from switzerland kaify i'm a princess and i can ask them to get me anything no matter how ridiculous :P (but seriously wala mo daloo3a i can never use anything else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/baba%20pics%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;all i can say is: YUUUUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/baba%20pics%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't they adooorable?! they're little bra sachets to keep my closet smelling yummmyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116203145571435696?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/116203145571435696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=116203145571435696' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116203145571435696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116203145571435696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/10/garat-3aaaainy.html' title='Garat 3aaaainy'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116173383642236462</id><published>2006-10-25T01:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T02:50:36.783+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sooorrry adry 6awalt bas here's the final part of our little story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;went back to q8 but not before reminding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that she should check out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;where he works and maybe volunteer when she gets back home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;came back to q8 still wearing her hjab (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;il King&lt;/span&gt; was still unhappy about that but eventually learned to cope with it), &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt; had given &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon&lt;/span&gt; a package for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;instead of sending it with the driver &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon&lt;/span&gt; decided to take it herself (u know might as well check out the place and see if volunteering there was an option)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon&lt;/span&gt; went to see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;..she walked into his office and took a step back..was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that him? a man sitting behind his desk in his ghetra and deshdasha, one hand holding the phone to his ear and the other holding a cigarrete, not just holding it but owning it..the way he held his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cigarrete is still embedded in her mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godafther&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;greeted &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon&lt;/span&gt; who was mesmerized&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;by this new man, it was as if they were meeting for the first time..they talked for a while before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gave her a tour of the place..with every step someone greeted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;every1 seemed to want to be near him and there was no fear of the boss but instead &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon &lt;/span&gt;saw respect in their eyes and an admiration for a man who has contributed so much to this place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They went on to meet the children and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon&lt;/span&gt; took to them right away,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;how she immediatley sat on the carpet next to the children, talking and playing with them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Godfather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;knew the exact minute he wanted to marry &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon&lt;/span&gt;, it was when she was reading a story to some of the children who had gathered around her, her voice going up in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;excitment..it was right then that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;decided that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon&lt;/span&gt; was going to be his wife..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3 years later&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon&lt;/span&gt; were blessed to have their second child, a baby girl they named &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;in&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;b&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And They All Lived Happilly Ever After....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116173383642236462?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/116173383642236462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=116173383642236462' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116173383642236462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116173383642236462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-story-part-iii.html' title='A Love Story Part III'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116129959238477301</id><published>2006-10-20T01:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T02:13:13.173+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Commony :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am thinking about...&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;hot men :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I said...&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;aby suuuushi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to...&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;sleeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish...&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i could feel my nephew kick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss...&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOSTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;voices in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;how j.lo fits into her tight jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I regret... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am...&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dance...&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ALL THE TIIIIIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I sing...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;almost every day :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry...&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;like all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not always...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;nice ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I write...&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to keep the voices at bay :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I confuse...&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to be hugged on a daily basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I should try...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I finish...&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this tag to go back to doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116129959238477301?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/116129959238477301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=116129959238477301' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116129959238477301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116129959238477301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagged-by-commony.html' title='Tagged By Commony :)'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116091403720390794</id><published>2006-10-15T14:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:07:17.223+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;our beloved characters all lived in the same apt building..Doc, The Godfather and El Shaibah were all doing their residency in London..the two happily married docs and their single friend, The Godfather..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tantooon got to see The Godfather on a daily basis, running into him in the elevator or having him come over to her brother's apt for dinner..they had their little talks but Tantooon wasn't that into him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As for The Godfather, well let me just share a few incidents with u:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Incident #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather: shfeech thayed khelgech 3asa ma shar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon: i hate the food here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather: homesick already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon: eee :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather: afa 3alaich bas..eshmeshtahya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantooon: aby m6abag zbaidy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather: khalas ur having m6abag bacher inshala :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and so the next day The Godfather goes into the kicthen and starts cooking for Tantooon..every1 else was gathered up in his living room waiting for the yummy food..The Godfather was frying fish when Tantooon walked past the kitchen..his hand rested in the frying pan as his gaze followed her..ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Incident #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Godfather, desperate to get some alone time with Tantooon decides to go up to Doc's apt..knocks on the door and is greeted by Yoyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather: guwa Yoyo..my iron's not working for some reason can i borrow yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*trying to sneak a peek into the apt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoyo: eeee 7ayak i'll go get it for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tantooon's on the couch watching TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather: la 3ady i'll just iron this shirt real quick and be on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoyo: ok let me go get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so the two of them say their little hellos and Yoyo comes back with the iron, sets up the iron board and asks The Godfather for his shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather: la 7asha wala! i'll do it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;he starts to iron his shirt, looking at Tantooon the entire time and, well u guessed it burns his shirt right through! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;7araaaaaaaaaaam :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116091403720390794?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/116091403720390794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=116091403720390794' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116091403720390794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116091403720390794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-story-part-ii.html' title='A Love Story Part II'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116087395992937774</id><published>2006-10-15T03:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T03:59:19.930+03:00</updated><title type='text'>my new baby</title><content type='html'>inspired by &lt;a href="http://kuwaiteyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;WWL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ppl i promise that i will post part II tomorow but just wanted to introduce u to shazizo, a new member to the tinks' family so scroll down and say hi to my new baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116087395992937774?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/116087395992937774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=116087395992937774' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116087395992937774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116087395992937774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-new-baby.html' title='my new baby'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116081716174961582</id><published>2006-10-14T11:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:12:41.773+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;love and marriage have been in the air so i thought i'd share a little love story with u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantoon : 21 year old q8i woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;il King: Tantoon's dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Doc: Tantoon's bro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoyo: Doc's wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather: Doc's friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;El Shaibah: Doc and The Godfather's friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Toools: El Shaibah's wife and Tantoon's cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantoon: baba aby ate7ajab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;il King: ana ma 3indy banat eti7ajiboon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantoon: yuba ana sema3t kalamek when i was 18 bas al7een ana sert adult o i can make my own decisions, aby ate7ajab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;il King: o 76uba! ana kubr obooch 3ashan etgolely yuba? baba inty tawech sgheera la7ga 3al e7jab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Tantoon frowns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yala baba sakray el mawthoo3 o la etkadreeny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tantoon didn't really listen to her dad, she had been wanting to do this for a while but did not want to go against her dad's wishes but her dad loved her and she hoped he would understand so she went ahead o te7ajebat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;il King: men sejech?! ya3ny khalas te7ajabtay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantoon: ee baba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;il King: ana badezech landan 3ind okhooch yemken lai re7tay ehnak o sheftay el fashion there etghayreen rayech o etsheleen hatha ely 3ala rasech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantoon: ely etshoofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and so our story begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tantoon arrives in london and heads to her brother's apt where Doc, Yoyo, El Shaibah, Toools and The Godfather were all waiting..after she has kissed and hugged every1 Tantoon's introduced to a new member, The Godfather..their eyes meet (6ab3an The Godfather emtane7 at this point) and Tantoon's thinking "eeeiw who the hell is this guy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the group decides to go to dinner to celebrate Tantoons arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the Restuarant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; everyone's busy looking at their menus and starving, some are discussing what they're going to order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Godfather: Tantoon shrayech kel wa7ed feena ya6leb shay o we share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tantoon: sure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*to the side*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;El shaibah to Toools: these two will be married within the year o goolay El Shaibah ma gal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116081716174961582?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/116081716174961582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=116081716174961582' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116081716174961582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/116081716174961582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-story.html' title='A Love Story'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116043957890413084</id><published>2006-10-10T02:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T03:19:38.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want to say to people..</title><content type='html'>inspired by &lt;a href="http://princesslusher.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dandoon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://the1509.blogspot.com/"&gt;15/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- u r my fav person in this entire world i miss u i luv u i just don't understand how he did that to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiii - ur words are like daggers and u don'r even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7anna - stop calling stop msging he doesn't luv u and frankly i don't blame him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Face - leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - it was never meant to be and i hope ur happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - ur not a sis or a friend or a cousin u r my bra strap and i am nothing without u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - i can NEVER forgive u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - i luv u i miss u but u and i will never happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - go back to beirute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - i know what ur going through it's not a secret plz stop bottling it in i'm here for u..talk to me already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - stop smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dd - u drove him away just like ur driving us all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - it hurt that u didn't stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;future mr.tinks - ur late and i'm getting tired of waiting for u :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-116043957890413084?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-116021736416802624</id><published>2006-10-07T11:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:36:05.356+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mexican soap operas (i have no idea what they're saying but i'm invested in their lives)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;britney spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;80s music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iron chef (sorry that's just good tv :P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;beverly hills 90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;elmo's world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;paris hilton's "confessions of an heiress"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;cartoon network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tabloid magazines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;boobahs (my fav 2 are zing zing zingbah &amp; jingbah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dirty dancing (fav cheesy quote &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"nobody puts baby in the corner"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;laguna beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;straaaaaaaasss i luv strass kaify geeziya o kaify :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink pens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;barbra streisand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;boy meets world (did corey and topanga ever make it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spongebob squarepants (i shouldn't feel guilty for luving him he's just so damn funnnyyy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;avril lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;ashlee simpson (don't judge me :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;the princess diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ok i think i should stop now b4 u all think i'm a freak :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&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/28108569-116021736416802624?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115979734379052244</id><published>2006-10-02T16:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:55:44.490+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By The Great Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fifteen Fav Things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;recieving packages (miss my mail man :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;huggiiiiiiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smell of freshly cut grass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;manies and pedies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cooking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sushi (aaah fugakyu)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;beautiful ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;going through old albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cartooooooons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;staying home on a rainy day watching crap tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sound of a horse's hooves against cobblestone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;can't stop listening to "my favorite things" from the sound of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115979734379052244?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115979734379052244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115979734379052244' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115979734379052244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115979734379052244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagged-by-great-angel.html' title='Tagged By The Great Angel'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115938378135202763</id><published>2006-09-27T21:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:03:01.383+03:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just remember 'til you're home again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You belong to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115916219334259459</id><published>2006-09-25T08:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T08:29:53.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate birds :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i hate them they're ugly and scary and i don' care if it's silly but i'm scared to DEATH of them..could hardly sleep last night cause i had a nightmare with a damn bird..i was in the car and he kept flying over me tapping at every window beak open and all..this wierdo had sharp teeth! ok it's my dream he can have anything i want...anyway the psycho was mad at me for driving next to him while he was eating but i SWEAR i was going really slow and tried to avoid him bas ghaby ma yefham he got so angry and wanted to break through my window and eat me..i was driving so fast and he was right there tapping and screaming or whatever it is that birds do..what is it? wail? quack? no quacking is for ducks well anyway it was loud and scary and i woke up il 7amdilla..i was actuallly crying! well i kept tossing and turning but everytime i close my eyes that image of his open beak would pop into my head and i'd try to get rid of it, look around make sure there are no birds and close my eyes again and BAM! i see his eyes now..ok i can go on and on but i'm running late and if i see a pigeon outside i will die! emerson is waiting for me she's gona walk me to my car in case there are any pigeons (the bitches luv to sit in our garage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;if any of u r into shooting then plzzzzzzz do us all a favor and shoot as many birds as possible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;big old feathery killing machines :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115916219334259459?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115916219334259459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115916219334259459' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115916219334259459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/400/boysare%20stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115887655275737700?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115887655275737700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115887655275737700' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115887655275737700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115887655275737700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sorry-guys-i-usually-love-u-but.html' title='i&apos;m sorry guys i usually love u but this is my mood 2day'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115843740299795519</id><published>2006-09-16T23:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:10:03.010+03:00</updated><title type='text'>VENTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i can't STAND Rihanna's "unfaithful" if u don't want to cheat then don't cheat bitch! stop whinning about how guilty u feel and how u've become a murderer..at least a murderer does the deed and moves on u keep stabbing the poor bastard so stop asking for my sympathy u aint getting it..if the 2 guys ur with have half a brain they'd both dump u, u gorgeous hoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115843740299795519?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115843740299795519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115843740299795519' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115843740299795519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115843740299795519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/09/venting.html' title='VENTING'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115818430797352470</id><published>2006-09-14T00:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:17:27.403+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip in Pics (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i borrowed my sister's fancy hoops the day i left cause they just looked so darn cute on me but saakkkaaaa or CHEEEAAP the clip thingy falls off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;not to worry! i always carry a spare :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just had to admire :P strass cieling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the infamous coaster or as 7amoodi kindly put it: wrega :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;found it! fancy earrings back on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;these are the lovely men who sang for us at a small italian restuarant..they actually sang fadhel shaker's "ya ghayeb" in (czechy) "ya khabeeeeeeeby"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;isn't this the cutest "plz clean my room" sign? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Image014.1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Image014.1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my cutsey wutsey cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Image024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Image024.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;introducing: the monster! aka lpg machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my lovely bed :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Image001%2801%29m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;playing hend on our way to prague&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Image007%2801%29d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115818430797352470?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115818430797352470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115818430797352470' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115818430797352470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115818430797352470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-trip-in-pics-part-i.html' title='My Trip in Pics (Part I)'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115697881255552251</id><published>2006-08-31T01:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:41:59.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Miss Meeee? :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hi ppl! i'm in karlovy vary so haven't had time to check on u all..i've been wanting to post some tid bits of my trip so far but haven't had the chance so here are a few randoms until i have time to post something new..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;so i'm at the airpost with my bro (we're actually early this time) we're sitting in the lounge and i could NOT stop laughing..the place just looks wierd and my bro and i could not stop commenting&lt;br /&gt;the tv was on bbc and this was their breaking news: world cricket scandal..seriously??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;7amoodi was using a scuigly to mix his drink and couldn't find a place to put it when he was done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tinks: just use my coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7amoodi: ur what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tinks: my coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7amoodi: waai3 wai3 noo3ich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tinks: 3ayal shesma??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7amoodi: wrega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ay shay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"ur attenttiooon plzz luptanza germon orline is now burding" looool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;7amoodi: the black guy always wins the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tinks: steroetype much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;7amoodi: no seriously cause they're used to running away from tigers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tinks !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;7amoodi: actually cheetahs to be geographicaly correct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just want to point out that he was serious! abai my bro is racist :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm reading Paulo Coelho's &lt;em&gt;Veronica Decides to Die&lt;/em&gt; and just b4 i start reading i look at the back and this is what it says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;"&gt;"twenty-four-year-old veronika seems to have everything-youth and beauty, boyfriends and a loving family, a fulfilling job. but something is missing in her life. so, one cold novermber morning veronika decides to die. she takes a handful of sleeping pills expecting never to wake up.."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the point is i'm freaked out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's 24 (i'm almost 24)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she decides to kill herself in nov (i turn 24 in nov)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the dedication on the inside is dated nov 19 (my bday is nov 20!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok i know i'm exaggerating but it's a sign i know it :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115697881255552251?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115697881255552251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115697881255552251' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115697881255552251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115697881255552251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/08/did-you-miss-meeee-p.html' title='Did You Miss Meeee? :P'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115646256171654404</id><published>2006-08-25T02:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T02:36:01.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bella Coloooooor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/birthday_candles-WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/birthday_candles-WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Happy Birthday to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dear Belllaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthdaaaaay tooo Yooouuu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/200/eva-longoria-1024x768-22173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;please join me in wishing our sweet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bella &lt;/span&gt;a very happy birthday may this be one of many more happy birthday to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy Sweeeety!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/16929p.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115646256171654404?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115646256171654404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115646256171654404' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115646256171654404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115646256171654404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-bella-coloooooor.html' title='Happy Birthday Bella Coloooooor'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115594448465731729</id><published>2006-08-19T00:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T04:36:00.393+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post of Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i've been wanting to post about my crazy hangouts at home with my friends but eveytime i come to start this post something goes wrong so now i have a pile of "gatherings" all gathered into one..this post is just gonna be a bunch of randoms..enjoy :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"keeeeeeeetchaaaap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Bitch Much?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Men..can't live with them...END OF SENTENCE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"For your info most ppl who meet me don't know that i'm a blonde!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;"Ladies, i proudly introduce u to my butt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"don't mind her she had a bowl of bitchy for breakfast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"you know who else is sad? ppl who have dreams"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"no no no no! for the last time i don't want to have sex with u" (ok i swear this was an innocent scene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"i'm too tired to slap you be a dear and bash ur face against my palm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;M: i've got pants down the best idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tinks: dude it's hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;M: yeah but pants sounds better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"your boobs are bigger than barbie's!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"welcome to loser village population one: you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;A: are seals birds??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;moment of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;A: oh nevermind i confused them with penguins, not fair!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah i thought a seal was a bird but its a fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;W:honey a seal's not a fish its a mammal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;A: OH MY GOD! Bullshit! REALLY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"do girls have shins?!" (i'm not posting the rest of this conversation :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;This is my cousin's baby boy: cuuuuuuuuuuute he kept burying his face in the cake "Kaaikaah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;My sister's 25th B-day, i went to get her a bday card ended up buying over 30 balloooooons was so much FUUUUUN (i was playing with them not the kids :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;looooool my sister's bday cake..i thought it would be cute to get a cake shaped like a belly cause she's pregnant but the cake turned out scary rather than cute :P OOOPPPPPPPSSSIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;THE NEW HANGOUT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;My Bro's Diwanya (a place where we can escape our parents and just chill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20002(1).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20002%281%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;My sis was having major cravings (it was not pretty ppl :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sis: aby mango ice cream!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinks: ok 7amoodi's at baskin robbins he'll get u some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Laa :( aby mango Sorbet..min Oprah! (innocent puppy face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinks: hmmm ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;45 mins later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sis: WHERE'S MY SORBET?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(still puppy face just a bit more intense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tinks: he went o they didn't have it so he's going to the one in qurtoba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sis: WHERE'S MY SORBET?!?!? (the puppy face has left the building)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Here's a cake i baked for my sister's 6 months wedding anniversary (the gummy bears are supposed to look like 1/2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Picture%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Picture%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: watching powerpuff girls o i can't stop laughing! is this stuff hilarious or am i sleep deprived??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115594448465731729?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115594448465731729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115594448465731729' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115594448465731729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115594448465731729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-of-randoms.html' title='A Post of Randoms'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115590793109861050</id><published>2006-08-18T16:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:32:11.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Zizo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this moment to apologize for all the things that I said in my last post, I now realize that some of the things that I said might have hurt you. The fact that we broke up does not give me the right to publicly humiliate you like that, some things are better left unsaid. Even though we went through some tough times, the good times were really good. I wish you all the best in your upcoming four marriages and I hope you'll remember you wife tinkerbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Tiiiiinnnnnkkkkkkk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115590793109861050?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115590793109861050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115590793109861050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115590793109861050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115590793109861050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/08/public-apology.html' title='Public Apology'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115550751480966238</id><published>2006-08-14T00:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T01:19:34.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce in Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;ok so most of you know about my marriage to zizo by now..and if u've read his last post u also know that i have officially asked him for a divorce..this post is gonna justify my actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the great oooolllloooo asked me to marry him (because i can cook and he thought heya kabab!) and i foolishly said yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our engagement was wonderful! kan kela edal3nyyyy o he made me feel so special *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day while we were STILL engaged zizo proposes to Nunu (right in front of me ppl!) nunu says no and zizo's ashamed..he apologizes and i forgive him *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally get married (ok in hindsight i should've never gone through with it) but we got married and it all went downhill from there :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;first of all he took me to mashad ppl! i should've said no i guess bas i thought 7araaam rayli 7abeeby really wants to visit the motherland (cheeeaaaap)..while in mashad i was forced to cover up (lovely honeymoon yeah?) zizo ditched me the entire time for his precious kabaaaaab..but i hung in there i thought it was just a phase he's just adjusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we come back from the honeymoon and EVERYTHING changed..he starts flirting with my friends and whenever i complained he called me 7anna :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he was greeted everyday with a smile and a home cooked meal but i guess that wasn't enough for him..i would sob alone in my room while he watched tv and had his precious kabab..i tried everything but was finally rewarded by his last post about his 4 wives! so that's it ppl i can't take it anymore..i packed my bag and left for my parents' house..i keep crying trying to forget the pain but it still hurts :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;on a more positive note: i'm gonna be single soon wohoooo! i'm celebrating as soon as my divorce is finalised ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;P.S. i still love zizo he's a great guy we were just not meant to be..i think i'm supposed to be with some1 else..any suggestions? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115550751480966238?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115550751480966238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115550751480966238' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115550751480966238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115550751480966238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/08/divorce-in-progress.html' title='Divorce in Progress'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115507511524147192</id><published>2006-08-09T00:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:13:42.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/t_02541026tom%20brady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/t_02541026tom%20brady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/tb24a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/tb24a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what i would give to be that football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/brady_superbowl_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/brady_superbowl_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHA AHA AHA AHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/9e18e9beecc3c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/9e18e9beecc3c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having a bad day so i thought what better way to cheer myself up then stare at a hot man?! the following pics along with "elf" really flipped my mooood so i thought i'de share with all u ladies out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Tom Brady to u all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hot hot hot new england pat's quarterback yuuuuuuuuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/b20636297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching 24 season 5 right now soooooooo excited (Nunu hope ur enjoying season 1 yala u got a looong way ahead of u)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/4857909_240X180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7abeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeebyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh oh and ppl check out justin timberlake's new song "sexy back" HOOOOT &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/53_Tom-Brady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/Tom%20Brady%20Feb%208%202005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what a daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay&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/28108569-115507511524147192?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115507511524147192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115507511524147192' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115507511524147192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115507511524147192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/08/hotness.html' title='HOTNESS'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115455884237506277</id><published>2006-08-03T01:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:49:26.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'>a glimpse into the war on lebanon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is going to be a really long post..i just wanted to share with you another side of the war in lebanon so here are some excerpts from my cousin who's half lebanese and currently living the war in lebanon may god be with her and her family..i could not help crying after every one of these e-mails it just blows my mind how this girl is taking all this in and is still able to put a smile on MY face..i luv her to death and hope that we'll be reunited soon.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;July 26, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I’m writing to tell you that me and my family (extended included) are all fine. Things have been hectic and wild around here but, sadly, we are adapting. I say sadly because it seems that people don’t feel like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for their rights anymore, protesting for what they believe in or organizing a silent sit-in for peace. As if everyone here just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the fact that we are in a &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;predestined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; preplanned War and that they cannot change it even if they tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know that things are hard, and that some of you will say that I’m demanding too much of the people. But I’m talking about those of us who swore to make a difference in this world… people like you and me. When I read the Mahatma Gandhi’s words &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Be the change you want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to see,”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I thought that I can make a difference in this world so easily. But now I know that it needs determination, planning and hard work… nothing comes that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;July 26, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I’ve told some of you this earlier but I’ll repeat it… I volunteered for the AUB Alumni Association. We collect food and medications for people in the Southern villages that are under siege. I thought that as soon as we start the money will come &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and we’ll just buy everything and send it with a trustworthy person. A lot of people volunteered to drive to the south and, thank God, we haven’t lost anyone until today. Some drivers are with the Lebanese Red Cross, some are with the army but they work with no uniform and use civilian cars, others are people from Southern villages who are fed up and dying to help. Money &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came pouring… although we did ask for money, we asked friends, we asked businessmen, we asked companies… or as a friend curiously (and gently) put it: you begged for money?! &lt;strong&gt;Yes, we begged&lt;/strong&gt;… we collected less than 3,000,000 L.L. in a week (I have to note that there was one generous donation from a well known food company for $1000 in goods)… not to sound negative but things have been very hard and sad… I mean, we went to Sabra Camp to get canned goods for a reasonable price, we were there for over 4 and a half hours, we went back to the AAA and we started dividing the food into shares only to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shares… I looked at them and, frankly, I felt ashamed… I know that we all did our best that day; I know that we try to do our best everyday but things are not very easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hear sad stories each day, about a one month old baby who died because the Red Cross could not reach his village in time. About robberies in Burg Hammoud, about fist fights in Aley between “the Druze and the Shiites.” And sadly, people do speak in such terms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a stupid Shiite cursed the poor Durzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a mean Durzi belittled the Shiite family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;why aren’t the Christian villages being bombarded?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope they bombard Beirut so they can feel what we felt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say so many other things I’m afraid that if I mentioned I would only be reaffirming the idea that sectarianisms and prejudice and intolerance are characteristics of the Lebanese now-a-days.&lt;br /&gt;I’m hating what I’m seeing… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hating it to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And mostly I’m hating what is becoming of Lebanon…&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I couldn’t be a bit more positive in this e-mail but this is how I’m feeling right now… maybe it is just the fact that I’ve been sick these last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;July 28, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a confession: I haven’t been to my volunteer job for four days and I just feel soooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I cannot get myself to go to work because I keep thinking that I can do more than just buy things and divide them into shares. On the other hand I cannot go to schools and face all these people living under the most horrible situations. I am calling people and collecting money but I will force myself to go to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the news, I watched a segment on the news about “children of war;” a girl by the name of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nour Sroor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was born the second day of the war. Her name means “Light” and her family name means “happiness”. She carries one of the most beautiful names and she herself is a gorgeous child with a dreadful luck of being born in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her mom is going through hell of course; she does not even have clothes for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. When you see individual stories such as these and put a face to a certain name and story you tend to sympathizes more… or maybe it is just me because I’m visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Beirut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (yes my Beirut) looks awful. Each time I go out I feel my heart sinking so deep… I don’t want to even imagine what became of the South. A man from our village in the South visited my mother and told her that they are moving to Beirut because living in the South is unbearable. My great aunt who is 89 is stuck in the village. They are trying to get her out but none of the drivers is willing to drive there because they started bombarding the village next to ours. They stopped bombarding Al-Dahieh two days ago but things are unpredictable all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate watching the news now-a-days… some tell you that the war will be over before the beginning of August and others say that we’ll be lucky if it ended in four months. They curse and blame parties. I don’t want to blame and point fingers…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I just want this to be over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;… it is unfair. Okay Hizbullah did kidnap two Israeli soldiers (and am not going into the details of whether they had the right to or whether a single man has the right to determine the destiny of a whole country) but the Israeli reaction is tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo severe. I know that you’ll say that I’m only a &lt;em&gt;dreamer&lt;/em&gt; but I just wish for all the Lebanese to stop all the &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and concentrate on becoming one to overcome this crisis. They just badmouth each other publicly and act in selfish arrogant ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rejoice and cheer when Israelis &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;. I know that they hurt us and I blame them and the American government 100% for the destruction in our country but I do not become happy when seeing Israelis people hurt on TV… I watched a Lahed member who took refuge in Israel after the Liberation of the South taking on CNN and saying how we “the Lebanese” are making a mistake… now this person I hate. He chose to have more loyalty to a country that he himself said treats him like a “second class citizen”. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amazing how people think and act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still try to amuse my family the same way I mentioned in previous e-mails… DVDs, monkey-ing around, food and playing cards and board games…A friend recommended that I read a book called &lt;em&gt;On Identity&lt;/em&gt; by Amin Maalouf to understand the Lebanese identity and actually identity in general… I highly recommend the book, especially now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending you &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;and positive energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;July 29. 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I heard that there might not be a school year this year. On the year I signed a contract in, how sad for me but mostly how sad for the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; all around Lebanon. The reason why they cannot open the schools for a new school year is that the government&lt;br /&gt;opened all schools public and private, among other institutions, to accommodate all the dislocated people from the South. I also heard that a lady and her seven children died in an explosion today. It is funny, I used to tell my mother that I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for a third of the people of Lebanon to disappear because the streets are too crowded and traffic jam is unbearable… now that something on the lines of that is happening I regret ever saying such &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;horrid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;things jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister’s boyfriend and his family are doing wonderful things is the school next door to their house. They are organizing drawing competitions and distributing candy to cheer the children. What I would give to put a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; on all the children’s faces all around the world; not just in Lebanon. Not to let them see or go through war or any of these horrible events that we are going through. I’m still afraid to set a foot in a school… and am &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; myself for that. But I’ll be resuming my volunteer job on Monday and will be searching for some other volunteer job as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;July 30, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, July 30th, 2006 another &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Qana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;massacre&lt;/span&gt; was committed (For you who are not aware of the first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Qana massacre&lt;/span&gt; and want to know more please Google it). The first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;massacre&lt;/span&gt; happened on April 18th, 1996 as part of the numerous repetitive Israeli attacks on Lebanon that resulted in a total of 225 victims of which 199 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; and wounded in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Qana&lt;/span&gt;. 5 Israeli shells caused the revolting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;massacre&lt;/span&gt;: 98 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt; persons sheltering at the United Nations Interim Forces in Lebanon camp were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; and another 101 were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;injured&lt;/span&gt;. Fatmeh Balhas, a survivor of the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; massacre&lt;/span&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;" It was only minutes later that I realized my children were dead and my husband as well. I was on my own. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A survivor of this second massacre, whose name I cannot remember cried because she saved her son and husband and could not save her daughter… she kept on repeating: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Zainab,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Zainab… Zainab is gone, Zainab, Zainab…”&lt;/span&gt; it was so touching… the woman was hysterical yet calm… it was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I live this war, the more &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt; it appears. I don’t know what to think of what I hear and I’m so tired it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I noticed how gloomy this e-mail is… I’m sorry. I’ll end it with a segment about clowns that I read in the recent issue of Psychology Today…&lt;br /&gt;They had an article entitled “No Laughing Matter”, about coulrophobia or; the fear of clowns. David Kaye (Silly Billy), a New York children’s entertainer said that the exaggerated features of a clown violates a child’s basic idea of how a human should appear. I don’t know why I’m telling you this all I know is I’m afraid or feel uneasy around clowns as do many of you… so, why don’t we petition to ban clowns and everything related to them?!&lt;br /&gt;Think of this and get back to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll leave you with these thoughts for today... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;please don't hate me&lt;/span&gt;... send me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; energy only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 1st, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi 7ayati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved your e-mail so much… I never thought that you are selfish and never will. I miss you to death and wish we were together somewhere safe. I’m really worrying about your mother’s health condition and your dad’s nerves because he keeps worrying about us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you honey? How is everything around you? Zuzu and her baby “it”? How is your romantic life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fine here and I try to update everyone about myself so you don’t worry and know exactly what I’m going through and how I’ feeling… not to overload you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much and know that I’ll see you soon (and we’ll have a blast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 1st, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We did not have electricity most of the day yesterday that is why I did not send an e-mail your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister used to take sleeping pills in order to be able to go to bed the first week of the war… she later learned that our area is safe and that being all together is a good thing… we used to chat, play cards, eat junk like there is no tomorrow until dawn… yet, they started cutting off the electricity these couple of days… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the sounds of the flying military jets are driving her crazy and she cannot go to bed any more… she is back on sleeping pills again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I tell you?! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I’m bored to death&lt;/span&gt;… my dad would not let me stay out late… he has been suffering from heart palpitation recently; and &lt;strong&gt;panics &lt;/strong&gt;extremely easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a play by Sharif Abdunnur and others that is going to open this Thursday entitled &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“Laughter under the Bombs”.&lt;/span&gt; There is going to be some participants from the displaced. Sharif is also going to be directing two other plays with the same concept… he is also offering workshops for displaced children among others. I thought that his efforts are worth mentioning; although I recently joined a “hate Sharif Abdunnur” club (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I went out with friends to Le Prague today and met some nice people; a girl by the name of Reyya and her fiancé. She is a photographer… she had just came back from Al-Da7ieh where she was taking pictures of the destruction... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She was close to tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when she was talking about what she saw… You see journalists, reporters and photographers everywhere these days. They are all over the place…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’m in the mood to talk about the war or the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; around here today. So, I’ll just leave you with my best and most positive thoughts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115455884237506277?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115455884237506277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115455884237506277' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115455884237506277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115455884237506277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/08/glimpse-into-war-on-lebanon.html' title='a glimpse into the war on lebanon'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115412154946459221</id><published>2006-07-29T00:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:20:46.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining in My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never there when i need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;happening to me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always undermine everything i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S sorry haven't been replying to comments or e-mails been busy with mama in the hospital since wed..she's doing much better il 7amdilla keep her in your prayers plz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115412154946459221?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115412154946459221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115412154946459221' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115412154946459221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115412154946459221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/07/raining-in-my-heart.html' title='Raining in My Heart'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115358985090322887</id><published>2006-07-22T20:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:13:25.980+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Male friend:&lt;/strong&gt; slaiman ubo al reesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Female friend:&lt;/strong&gt; om 7amaneshooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Vacation:&lt;/strong&gt; q8 – ny..ny – miami..miami – boston..boston – milan..milan – london..london – beirute..beirute – q8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Time of day:&lt;/strong&gt; snooooooze time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Day of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Color crayon:&lt;/strong&gt; orange &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you talked to that goes/went to your school:&lt;/strong&gt; fatoom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Talked to on the phone:&lt;/strong&gt; nooneya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Text:&lt;/strong&gt; digma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Person who Instant Messaged:&lt;/strong&gt; badooooory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing now:&lt;/strong&gt; in bed writing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Wearing:&lt;/strong&gt; a pink dress (awww :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Is:&lt;/strong&gt; sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Got any plans:&lt;/strong&gt; meet up with my sis and digma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Goal:&lt;/strong&gt; get through the day without swearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Dislikes about tomorrow:&lt;/strong&gt; it’s tomorrow :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Number:&lt;/strong&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Song:&lt;/strong&gt; i can never pick one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Color:&lt;/strong&gt; red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing Someone:&lt;/strong&gt; yes..my best friend in saudi, sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; grumpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Wanting:&lt;/strong&gt; sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUE/FALSE:&lt;br /&gt;I am a cuddler:&lt;/strong&gt; T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a morning person:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a perfectionist:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an only child:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently in my pajamas:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently pregnant:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am left handed:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am addicted to Blogging:&lt;/strong&gt; define addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am online 24/7:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am very shy around the opposite gender:&lt;/strong&gt; hmm i don’t think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can be paranoid at times:&lt;/strong&gt; T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I currently have a crush on someone:&lt;/strong&gt; someone? try a couple :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I currently regret something that I have done:&lt;/strong&gt; not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy country music:&lt;/strong&gt; hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy smoothies:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone:&lt;/strong&gt; T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hard time paying attention at school/work:&lt;/strong&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hidden talent:&lt;/strong&gt; i have many hidden talents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn:&lt;/strong&gt; T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal:&lt;/strong&gt; i like britney spears..there i got it off my chest! i feel so much better now thanx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGER&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you currently mad at someone?&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Which of your friends has the worst temper?&lt;/strong&gt; nooneya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone?&lt;/strong&gt; yup tissue..not a tissue box, 1 tissue :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Ever had something thrown at you?&lt;/strong&gt; yup remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. When you’re mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream?&lt;/strong&gt; neither! go for a drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCITEMENT&lt;br /&gt;1. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party for you?&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are you easily excited?&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What are you most excited about?&lt;/strong&gt; sports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought?&lt;/strong&gt; shoppppiiiiinnng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you could have anything right now what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; heidi klum’s body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF-DISCOVERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Name:&lt;/strong&gt; dandooona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Where were you born?&lt;/strong&gt; nov 20, 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What’s your main goal in life?&lt;/strong&gt; having the ability to help others and be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How do you want to die?&lt;/strong&gt; in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPINIONS&lt;br /&gt;1. Sex before marriage?&lt;/strong&gt; long answer :P against it but not because of religious beliefs i just think it’s cute to save urself for ur wedding night BUT if ur in luv and u know what ur doing then by all means go ahead i’m not gona stop u :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Gay Marriage?&lt;/strong&gt; for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Lower the Drinking age?&lt;/strong&gt; against it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Recycling?&lt;/strong&gt; definitley for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your latest dream?&lt;/strong&gt; dreamt of my soon to come nephew (fingers crossed)/ niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have any of your dreams come true?&lt;/strong&gt; yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?&lt;/strong&gt; walking in on a friend who was sitting in the middle of a beautiful garden eating butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Straight, Gay, Bi?&lt;/strong&gt; straight with bi tendancies :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you have a bf/gf?&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you have a crush?&lt;/strong&gt; everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.How many beds did you lay in yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; i just told u pink dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Name one thing that you do everyday?&lt;/strong&gt; brush my teeeeth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.What color are your walls?&lt;/strong&gt; white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;/strong&gt; 5 kd how sad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.I can’t wait till…?&lt;/strong&gt; august 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.When was the last time you saw your dad?&lt;/strong&gt; 4 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;/strong&gt; maki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone?&lt;/strong&gt; i never borrow clothes from ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.What website(s) do you visit the most during the day? &lt;/strong&gt;redsox.com, safat.kuwaitblogs.com, shopbop.com, espn.go.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;/strong&gt; my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever failed a class?&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd?&lt;/strong&gt; are 7 ppl a crowd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever not taken a shower for 3 days?&lt;/strong&gt; sadly yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever slept with a night light?&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;/strong&gt; yesssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever lied?&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever had contacts?&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Have you ever tripped over something stupid?&lt;/strong&gt; probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICK ONE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Samosa, Pakora, Kebab:&lt;/strong&gt; samosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Bollywood, Lollywood, Hollywood:&lt;/strong&gt; hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Love marriage, Arranged marriage:&lt;/strong&gt; love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Honeymoon, no moon:&lt;/strong&gt; honeymooooooon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How many kids would u like 1,2, 3+:&lt;/strong&gt; 12 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Kulfi, Ice cream:&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Shah ruk khan, Orlando Bloom:&lt;/strong&gt; orlandoooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Meenar-e-Pakistan, Eiffel Tower:&lt;/strong&gt; eiffel tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Lahore, Khi, Islambad:&lt;/strong&gt; lahore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115358985090322887?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115358985090322887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115358985090322887' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115358985090322887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115358985090322887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115335198441321906</id><published>2006-07-20T02:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T03:24:13.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is over populated with the WRONG kind of ppl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/shakespeare.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/shakespeare.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok so this post might be a bit messed up i am writing this while surrounded by a bunch of retards :P oh and plus i'm MAAAAD! so it was 12:30 am and i was sitting with my bro and my cousin somehow the conversation drifts to shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: shakespeare is not that great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: say what?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: ee sej shakespeare is not that great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: plz tell me ur kidding..he's a freakin genius! u know he's a 4th grade drop out? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: so? lots of great businessmen in q8 are middle school drop outs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(is he seriously comparing shakespeare to businessmen??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: r u seriously making that comparison???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: aaah yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: dude shakespeare produced some of the greatest works in lit! u can't compare him to some businessman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: it's a contribution..he contributed to literature and these men contributed to economy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: u idiot! shakespeare has lasted for hundreds of years! these men have been here for what? 50 years? and will be forgotten once they die..shakespeare will still be there!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: i still think he's not that great o the only reason he's famous is that queen elizabeth liked him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(oh no he didn't!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so bla bla bla lots of opinions back and forth and i almost punched him while my cousin clapped and yelled "heeff heeff heeffff"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: blasphemy!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: hey what's that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: u don't know blasphemy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: does it have to do with politics?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: no dummy..religion..it's like the defemation of the name of god or sacred religious figures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: ok so religion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bro: so it's like when i say chocolate is bad but u say chocolate is good?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(r u getting this ppl?!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: u idiot!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok so now i'm really angry! i don't care if ur not a fan o shakespeare u can hate him or whatever i DON'T care but ppl u have to recognize the genius in his work! the man is a 'god' with words! not gona write anymore..if u like shakespeare or at least acknowledge his work as art then ur 3ala raaaaaasy if however u belong to my bro's sect of ppl who think shakespeare isn't that great then by all mean go fuck a duck (excuse my french :P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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ppl!'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115317592824246000</id><published>2006-07-18T01:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:12:39.410+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinks is crying :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/eye-crying.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/eye-crying.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;disclaimer: ana mo daloo3a! so plz keep that in mind while reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baba just left for europe then a month in the states followed by an engine tune up :( i just said goodbye and i miss him already..it's so weird i'm used to my dad traveling i mean he leaves at least 3 times during the year and we haven't spent our summer vacations together in a while so i'm supposed to be ok with this right? wrong! the tears would not stop 2day it was so strange..i had this sinking feeling in my heart i don't know like something bad is going to happen i didn't want him to leave..i thought of throwing a tantrum but i felt bad he really needs this trip so i just hugged him and wished him a safe trip but as i saw the car back out of the garage i felt like running after him a la indian movie drama but i didn't :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad and i have always had this strange connection..we're spiritually close, even though we don't have deep talks but the bond is definitely there..ever since i was a child i would break into a terrible fever whenever baba left the country and the fever would not go away until his arrival date, i'd sleep while hugging his pjs which had his scent and would even cross the days off the calendar until he returned..haven't done that in a while though so don't freak out ppl but 2day brought it all back..we were watching old home videos, new year's eve 1989 to be exact and i could not stop the tears..there we were my baba and i slow dancing to some old 80s hit, my dad holding me tight with my head resting gently on his shoulder, we looked adorable and then the twirling and dipping started i swear my baba is the cutest thing ever..it all looked like a scene out of a movie..so i've been in a bad mood ever since..it just felt so familiar so safe so warm i wanted it all back i wanted him to stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/ana%20gabriel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/ana%20gabriel.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so baba just left and i walked back into the house and as soon as i entered my bedroom "eros todo en mi" came on (i was going through old cds b4 baba left) and this song has always messed with meee! i don't have to listen to the entire song, as soon as ana gabriel says "eros todo" the tears start flowing :( i swear this woman's voice is the saddest thing i've ever heard she gets to me every time..so here i am sobbing to ana gabriel missing my daddy already (i swear i'm not usually this corny but i can't help it) and it doesn't help that the song means "ur my everything" and no matter how corny this is i have to say it: baba is my EVERYTHING..i breath baba (don't freak out ppl) ok why am i doing this?! i don't care what ppl think i do have a passion towards baba i luv him i breath him i everything him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115317592824246000?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115317592824246000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115317592824246000' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115317592824246000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115317592824246000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/07/tinks-is-crying.html' title='Tinks is crying :('/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115290763604264918</id><published>2006-07-14T22:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:07:16.056+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/CIMG3139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/CIMG3139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it's been a pretty uneventful weekend..met some interesting ppl on wed :) spent thu finalizing preparations for mama's surprise b-day party..she turned 48 todaaaay..invited the family over for the party but the guest of honor didn't show up till 10 pm :P but it was fun we kept ourselves entertained..the cake turned out amaaazing and the flowers and decorations were so prettyyyy..plenty of noise due to those damn b-day noise thingies (ok i don't know what they're called u blow into them and they make a "6aaa6" sound :P)..i made every1 wear barbie b-day caps it was really cute to see my male cousins wearing them :P i spent the rest of the night watching movie after movie with my cousins went to bed around 5 am..woke up called digma who came over for a late lunch and again movie after movie :P we really needed to be couch potatoes for a while..digma left around 8:20 but the poor thing had car trouble around 9 so i picked her up and now i'm back don't feel like doing anything so i'm off to the couch again..been busy watching rome these days..u can really feel the excitment of this post can't u? oh and if ur new to sarcasim that was it :P i'm sorry ppl just in a blah moood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115290763604264918?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115290763604264918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115290763604264918' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115290763604264918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115290763604264918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-pretty-uneventful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115264915269586880</id><published>2006-07-11T22:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:34:42.826+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Choowy Goowy - Taste of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/20.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so i've decided to dedicate a whole post to choowy goowy b/c some ppl think that my little reminder wasn't enough :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;al-shamiya company was started by a group of four young kuwaities who wanted to start a business together and what better way than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; to start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;with a product that is sweet and satisfying..the company started with their famous arabic ice cream &lt;strong&gt;booza booza&lt;/strong&gt; in 2004 then went on to produce their famous &lt;strong&gt;choowy goowy&lt;/strong&gt; cookies in 2005 and finally their newest product, &lt;strong&gt;sorbet&lt;/strong&gt; started this year, 2006.. their products are made from all natural ingredients and also offer non dairy ice cream for those who are lactose intolerant..their cookies are 100% natural and are made with no trans-fat, all ingredients are bought locally in q8, made in q8 by q8i hands..cookies are made to order and arrive fresh from the bakery..choowy goowy also use their famous flavor seal jars so ur cookies stay fresh longer..pop them in the microwave 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;days later and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;they will taste just as they did the day they were delivered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cookie flavors include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;original chocolate chip (1 jar 2.500 KD, refill 2 KD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;choco loco (1 jar 3.500 KD, refill 3 KD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;white chocolate macadamia (1 jar 3 KD, refill 2.500 KD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cinnamon oatmeal ( 1 jar 2.500 KD, refill 2 KD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;peanut butter chunk ( 1 jar 2.500 KD, refill 2 KD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sorbet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mango alfonso: tasty cool mango alfonso sorbet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;spanish strawberries: made from wild spanish strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kuwait islands: a summer mix of pineapple banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tropical paradise: a tropical mix of mango, strawberry, banana, and pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lemon mint: the ultimate summer refresher of fresh zesty lemons and fresh ground mint leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1L= 4 KD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;booza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;milk ice-cream: creamy milk ice-cream spiced up with traditional arabic spices&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Ice-cream: Spoil yourself with the creamy natural mango aromatic taste&lt;br /&gt;strawberry ice-cream: creamy smooth strawberries&lt;br /&gt;green pistachio: old fashion made green ice-cream mix with persian pistachios and arabic spices&lt;br /&gt;white pistachio: old fashion made of creamy ice-ream with persian pistachios and arabic spices&lt;br /&gt;lemon sherbet: zesty lemon frozen dessert with a touch of milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1L= 4 KD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you can place ur orders by phone at 262-6559 or 262-0011 or visit their online store at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.al-shamiya.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;http://www.al-shamiya.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.choowygoowy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;http://www.choowygoowy.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boozabooza.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;http://www.boozabooza.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*catering available, email or call for inquiries and pricing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115264915269586880?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115264915269586880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115264915269586880' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115264915269586880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115264915269586880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/07/choowy-goowy-taste-of-joy.html' title='Choowy Goowy - Taste of Joy'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115248187100926228</id><published>2006-07-10T00:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:27:14.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHHHH ITALY BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/152249054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/152249054.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ok don't really feel like writing but i lost my voice so i can't really yell "IN UR FACE!!" right now..was a great game..france should blame Raymond Domenech for his poor choices and zaidan for his outburst BOHOHOOOOO...in the end italy won Hahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1st french goal..i thought it didn't go in so i stood up screaming "in ur face" (DAGRA) and scared my baby cousin 7araaam :(&lt;br /&gt;-italy's 1st goal..YEAH BABY&lt;br /&gt;-zaidan's outburst..what the hell was he thinking?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/_41867154_zidanered416.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-my mom actually cried when zaidan left "7aram laish yaqheroona"&lt;br /&gt;-game goes to penalties..knowing italy's going to win&lt;br /&gt;-penalty shots..dude i officially lost my voice here&lt;br /&gt;-france misses..hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;-italy wins..yeah baby!!&lt;br /&gt;-mama sings "pasta pasta pasta" in an "ole ole ole" fashion :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think the pics say it all ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/r466956339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/r710434178.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.al-shamiya.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.al-shamiya.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; is up and running you can order yummy booza and the infamous choowy goowy cookies through them or go directly to these websites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.choowygoowy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.choowygoowy.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boozabooza.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.boozabooza.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;enjoy yummy chocolate chip, white chocolate macademia,  choco loco, choowy peanut butter or my personal fav cinnamon oatmeal..a fresh kuwaiti product delivered to ur home or office and remember to save the jars b/c u can get a refill for a discounted price..Enjoy!&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/28108569-115248187100926228?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115248187100926228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115248187100926228' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115248187100926228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115248187100926228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/07/aaahhhh-italy-baby.html' title='AAAHHHH ITALY BABY!!!'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115223306838039689</id><published>2006-07-07T02:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T04:29:35.013+03:00</updated><title type='text'>warning ppl this is going to be loooong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okkkk so last night was my cousin's wedding..emotional rollercoaster (excuse the cliche)..so my cousin married one of my BEST friends this wed u can imagine the state i was in..i was soooooo fucking happy but so depressed at the same time go figure..what made the night more exciting was the fact that I had set these two love birds up five years ago (yeah way to go dandoon set up every1 u know o forget urself :P)..this brings the total to three successful matches that i have been responsible for yaaay mee..this does not make me a kha6aba i repeat i am NOT a kha6aba..all my friends were nagging on me yesterday to find them husbands! ppl i see two ppl who suit each other or who have chemistry who show an interest and i make it happen i DO NOT go around asking for ppls specifications and match them with an imaginary dude so give it up (but if u find my mr.right plz let me know :P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding Night:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-so i'm ready in my gorgeous red dress and i looked HOT (i know i've said this b4 ppl but i can't help it i really did look good and i have witnesses :P) i go down to the wedding barely had time to asalem when the bride calls me so i rush to her room and the tears begin..she looked amaaaaaazing i had never seen here look so pretty she was truly a QUEEN..i give her a hug and wish her good luck then go back down to make sure her entrance is perfect..the dj announces the bride and the lights dim..and there we were, six of her closest friends standing by waiting for the 1st member of our small group to enter in her beautiful white dress..we were holding back tears that would not go awaaaay bas el 7amdilla we stayed positive and kept smiling to make sure that she wouldn't get emotional..zafat'ha kanat etyanen i had goosebumps the entire time i'm sure girls reading this know what i mean..seeing ur friend and not just any friend, a sister approaching, all eyes on her just does something to u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-the dancing continues..beautiful ppl, beautiful dresses, great music and smiles all around..let's all remember ppl that tinks is very sick and keeps sneaking to the ladies' room to cough and sneeze whenever she can, but do u think that stopped her? :P oh hell no! i just kept on dancing, it was one of the happiest days of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-the groom's entrance: my cousin, my brother, one of the dearest ppl to my heart dash 3alaina with his friends and family around him..this time i could NOT hold the tears back i actually had to hide behind my mom and aunts and cried my eyes out...he looked amaaaaazing..he's been at our house every single day for the past 2 weeks i had just seen him a few hours b4 the wedding but somehow he looked diff..sej me3res! and then to see him sitting next to her, the two of them were made for each other alla ehaneehom oo khaleehom 7ag ba3ath inshala..i swear i felt like a mother at her daughter/son's wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-following our family's tradition the 2nd half of the wedding was mixed..although this time the men were a bit restricted (damn :p) but we still had a blaaaast..here are some embarrassing moments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-tinks is dancing with her brother everything was perfect, looks up and there's this mother who's been eying me all evening (and not in a nice way but in a very investigative way) and what happens? i nearly fall off the dance floor which is raised above the floor to look more like a stage (fatal accident avoided)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-my weakness, sharqi music..i CAN NOT help my body when this music is on ask anyone who knows me its like i have been programmed, my body just moves there's no controlling it..so there i was dancing to nancy 3ajram's "ya 6ab6ab" pulling all my moves looking amazing i might add :p and then a part comes on and i shake my butt (u know the whole shiver thing a ragasa does? :p) well there i was breaking a record holding that damn "ra3sha" for 2 whole mins when i turn around only to find this woman staring at me with her jaw almost to the floor and here's the embaressing part: she actually comes up to me and says "ethableeen..ahalech yerthoon ezawjoonech wa7ed asghar menech?" R U KIDDING ME? who says that? oh oh and what do i do? one of my classic smile politely and run in the other direction moves :p &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-after hours of standing, dancing then standing on my poor little feet i decided it was time for the heels to come off..i take off my heels and start dancing barefoot as do most of the girls which is fine for them cause they're fucking tall..and so the ugly truth was out: i'm short ppl deal with it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-the same mother who was "pimping" me at the last wedding decides to dance with me again and i really do love this woman so i dance with her everything's ok and as soon as the song is over the woman gives me a big hug kisses me on the cheek and says "yyy chan zain" (what the?? digma explain to me what's going on with this family :p)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-more dancing bla bla bla more wanasa more 3aba6 more pics..all in all it was a great wedding :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the same family tradition, we all spent the night at the hotel and we were all on the same floor, including the newlyweds' suite..so there we were 12 guys and girls, cousins and some friends all in our pjs in one room scattered on beds, chairs and the floor all engaged in stories from the wedding and our laughter filling the hallways (fee nas kan mukanhom embayen bas ana za3lana menhom fa i'm not mentioning their name but u know who u are) and in the same tradition we decide on ordering fooooood..so the choices were room service, pizza hut or burger king and so we settled for all of the above :p there we were taking orders when i decide to call my cousin (el me3res) expecting him to ignore me but he actually picks up after 2 rings:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: hiiii! H we're ordering burger king do u want anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H: eeeeeee! plz aby chicken royal meal oh (takes his wife's order) khaleehom 2 chicken royal meals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: heya! ok we'll send u the food awal ma yosal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H: la shino send benyi neshar ma3akom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: huh? okkkkkkkkk! (secretly going 6aa6 6aaaaaaa6)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:00 am the 1st duf3a of room service..maskeen ramon yannanaaaa! i'm sure he thought we were the wierdest bunch of ppl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:20 am pizza arrives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:30 am a knock on the door, we open and there they were the newlyweds in their pjs (yebaaab o clapping o looya) they enter and plop themselves next to us and the laughter would not stop u could FEEL the energy in the room everybody was happy, everbody was relaxed (some of us had only met 2day!) but there we were all in pjs all enjoying the end of one of the happiest nights of our lives (well at least one of the happiest to me :P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:45 am another knock, this time its the final blow burger king..we had ordered so much they had to bring up the food in one of those trolleys they use for luggage!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:30 am bride and groom go off to their suite and i say gnight/gmorning to my cousins and head off to my friend's room where the sahra continues with endless girl talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00 am off to my room to sleeeeeep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:05 am knock on the door from my cousin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00 knock on the door from my mom who feels left out and wants to join in on the fun :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:00 mama wakes me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: dandooooon! yal fasla goomay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: esh7almana fee?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: nothing el screen emgafla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: 3ayal esh3endech teth7ikeen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: lol mama ay shay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: 3ayara esh3endech? ur cracking up in ur sleep (imitates my laugh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok so apparently i'm entertaining in my sleep :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:00 knock on the door this time it's my sister who wants to join us for breakfast..breakfast is followed by endless girl talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:00 pm check out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:30 pm newlyweds come over for lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:00 pm newlyweds leave and i finally get a chance to rest but nooo i decide to stay up instead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:oo pm newlyweds are back :p the7ek o sewalef followed by dinner and more sewalef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:45 am newlyweds leave, sis and hubby leave, mama and baba off to bed, bro off to bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:30 am tinks wide awake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:00 am still wide awake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:35 still fucking awake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:22 done with this post finally getting sleepy goodnight ppl..miss me :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S this post will be updated with photos once i get my camera back from whoever has it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115223306838039689?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115201828694562630</id><published>2006-07-04T15:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:54:11.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Dysfunctional Day in Tink’s Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/blood_test.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/blood_test.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ok so il 7amdilla i'm feeling much better but still this lack of sleep is killing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;meeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-i fainted in the shower 2day was a really fun experience..it actually felt like my lungs had collapsed..i guess the whole blocked nose didn't go well with all the steam in the shower..thank god my mommy was hoooome..she got me out of the shower and there i was hardly breathing my heart pumping real fast and my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; felt like it was on fire! what a great way to start the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-so a while later i was ok..i got dressed went with mama to this lab in jabriya to get some blood tests..ppl if u ever need a blood test plz go there! the place is amaaazing and the ppl there were very professional (no mean nurses)..oh i have a fear of needles but this woman was amaaazing..i had my head rested on mama so i don't look at the needle and i still had my eyes closed waiting for the needle to go in then i felt a slight pinch..the whole thing was over! she had went in taken the blood and had just taken the needle out..oh my god 7abaaaaitha i almost hugged her :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-the lab made me realize how lucky we are to live in this country! ok at first i thought it was expensive when the woman told me that the thing cost 92kd but then i compared it to when i was in the states and it is nothing! i once got a blood test for almost $400 and that was just a CBC (e7m e7m 7tenths :P) so anyway it just felt really good to know how easy we can get things here..turns out i could've even gotten that test for free so yaay for kuwait's health care :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-digma this part is dedicated to u: i finally beli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eve in 3ain! ok digma's been telling me that el 3ain maklatna latley and i keep saying yeah i guess but 2day i became a believer! i went to pick up my dress for tomorow's wedding but i had to try it on to make sure they had made all the final changes and ok i have to point out that i pride myself on my skin el 7amdila i have been blessed with clear skin (ok i get the occasional weird red spot but usually clear skin especially on my body)..so i'm trying this dress on and i'm looking in the mirror everything looks good then the woman walks in and i quote "yeee sho hal dhahar (back) el safy ebyelba2lek el dhahar el maftoo7" and right then and there i got zapped with 2 red spots on my shoulder blade! they just popped out! i swear i'm not making this up :p ok maybe i had it coming maybe i was gona get these freakin spots 2day anyway but it was just so freaky! they popped up the min she finished he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r sentance..so now i officially believe in 7asad and u can quote me on this :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-we get home and emerson, our sweet sweeeeet helper rushes to see that i'm ok..she's so cute she's been worried about me ever since i got sick..so she comes up to my mom in her broken down english and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emerson: madame what happen? dana ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mama: i don't know emerson maybe she will die 2day (serious face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emerson: MY GOD! MADAME WHAT HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mama: set the table plz dana's hungry, she must eat. maybe she will die 2day (still serious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emerson: madame what doctor say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mama: nothing we only got a blood test..they took tooooo much blood from dana. maybe she will die (again serious expression)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emerson (now really freaked out): ooooh madame nooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she gets me a glass of cold water and i drink in silence still shocked at my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emerson: dana plz take medication ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moi: thank u emerson :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mama: let her sleep, don't wake her up. maybe she will die 2day (serious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/RIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/RIP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;somebody plz explain to me! was that supposed to be funnyyyy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115201828694562630?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115201828694562630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115201828694562630' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115201828694562630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115201828694562630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/07/yet-another-dysfunctional-day-in-tinks.html' title='Yet Another Dysfunctional Day in Tink’s Life'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115192226985396400</id><published>2006-07-03T12:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:24:29.866+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*this post has been inspired by Dr.Lost*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so when i read mr.contraversial's post i started thinking of weddings and i had recently decided that i'm not even going to HAVE a wedding and here's why: after my sister's wedding i realized what a waste weddings are...i mean i've always been to weddings and i LUV going i luv seeing the bride all beautiful in her dress..i luv seeing the groom walk in kiss her forehead and hold her hand..i luv the dancing..god do i luv the dancing..i luv the decorations and i even luv the invitations BUT witnessing my sister's wedding and the whole fiasco of planning it has totaly changed my view on weddings and here's why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1st the planning: it takes about a year to plan a decent wedding..everything from the "koosha" to the flowers to table cloths to serving plates to trays to wedding cake to little tiny pasteries and chocolates that get served during the wedding it's all just a big waste..no matter how perfect a wedding is there's always some1 who's gona hate it and in the end it's more of a show than a wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2nd the dress: it takes forever to get the damn thing made and the bride ends up flying back and forth (ok i'm all for the travelling ofcourse but sometimes it's just not conveniant)..u end up spending thousands of dinars (1st time to use this sentance wohooo) on a beautiful dress which u wear only ONCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3rd the invitations: it takes forever to decide on an invitation every1 wants to do something different every1 wants to be original..my sister's invitations were handmade for god's sake!! does any1 else see the stupidity in all of this? (man i'm so glad my parents are not bloggers they'de be so offended right about now :p) but i have to say they really were beautiful but then again nobody ever keeps those things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4th the invitation list: AGAIN this takes forever..u write down a list of every1 ur gona invite then ur aunts start calling up wanting to invite ppl and ur cousins call asking if THEY can invite ppl..call me crazy but i thought it was MY wedding..u end up inviting over a thousand ppl mostly family and friends of UR parents and then u end up on a stupid koosha while every1 else dances or stares at u..it's &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; wedding &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; should be the one having FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5th mixed vs traditional: most families in kuwait end up having traditional weddings because not every1 is willing to attend a mixed wedding..AGAIN we're pleasing ppl instead of thinking of the bride and groom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6th where is the bride's sister?! during my sister's wedding i was so busy making sure everybody was enjoying their time and everything was running smoothly that i hardly even danced at my own sister's wedding! her friends were also busy in her sweet making sure she stops crying so she doesn't ruin her make up..my poor mom was so nervous she hardly remembers the wedding..in these weddings STRANGERS get to dance the night away while the closest ppl to the bride are nervous, crying or panicing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my sister ended up having a two parts wedding..a traditional wedding where all the women had fun except for the bride and her sis which turned into a mixed party after dinner..ONLY then did the poor thing enjoy her own wedding..she got to dance with my dad (lots of tears there) then with her husband (lots of tears there) then my parents danced (lots and lots of tears there) then my dad and i danced (LOTS of tears there)..my poor baba had a ghetra full of runny mascara marks after just one song..and then the fun started my sister did not stop dancing i have never seen a bride so happy mashala she looked radiant..we all joined in..our family, her friends and the groom's family..even the women in 7jabs danced it was amazing! our friends danced with our cousins the groom's family joined in it was just sooo much fun and by the end of it even the EXTREMELY religious conservative cousins (on my mom's side) said that it was the best wedding they had ever been to..i guess sometimes even if u don't join in on the fun watching ppl around u enjoy their time is worth it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANYWAAAAY..my point waaaas :p that weddings are such a hassle and the bride and groom hardly get to enjoy it i'de rather spend all that money on my honeymoon or saving it for my future with my hubby BUT having said that IF i do end up having a wedding then it will definitley be mixed so my husband and i get to take part in it :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;P.S the wedding will never work unless u have a supportive backbone and i would like to take this moment to thank digma and all my other friends who were such a great help that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115192226985396400?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115192226985396400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115192226985396400' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115192226985396400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115192226985396400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-post-has-been-inspired-by-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115183698656700873</id><published>2006-07-02T13:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:43:06.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Death (oh and drama queen alert)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is what dying must feel like and if so can we get it over with already?! haven't slep in 3 days..well 4 hours in 3 days..i'm in pain..and i mean PAIN..there is not a single bone in my body that does not ache..my head is throbbing..tummy playing games with me :( throat is closing up..nose is blocked in parts and runny in others (lovely images there eh? :P) oh and this bitch of a cough is so smart! she only annoys me during the night deprives me of sleep and then waits till i'm wide awake so she can go ahead and rest only to get enough energy to annoy me again at night! but i'll show her..all show them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so ok i'm dying no biggie but will somebody come hold my hand when it happens? i don't want to die alone :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm watching "coupling" at the moment at least i have something to make me laugh..am i really tired or is this quote really funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane&lt;/strong&gt;: [about the film "Lesbian Spank Inferno"] How could you possibly enjoy a film like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, because it's got naked women in it! Look, I like naked women! I'm a bloke! I'm supposed to like them! We're born like that. We like naked women as soon as we're pulled out of one. Halfway down the birth canal we're already enjoying the view. Look, it's the four pillars of the male heterosexual psyche. We like: naked women, stockings, lesbians, and Sean Connery best as James Bond. Because that is what being a bloke is. And if you don't like it, darling, join a film collective. I want to spend the rest of my life with the woman at the end of the table here. But that does not stop me wanting to see several thousand more naked bottoms before I die. Because that's what being a bloke is. When Man invented fire, he didn't say "Hey, let's cook!" He said: "Great! Now we can see naked bottoms in the dark!" As soon as Caxton invented the printing press we were using it to make pictures of - hey! - naked bottoms. We've turned the Internet into an enormous international database of... naked bottoms. So, you see, the story of male achievement through the ages, feeble though it may have been, has been the story of our struggle to get a better look at your bottoms. Frankly, girls, I'm not so sure how insulted you really ought to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally&lt;/strong&gt;: I've never understood men's obsession with lesbianism - a whole area of sex with nothing for them to do. I've just answered my own question haven't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i'm gona take this moment to wish u all a great life..it's been great knowing u all and i wish u all the best..be sure to visit my grave plz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115183698656700873?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115183698656700873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115183698656700873' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115183698656700873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115183698656700873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/07/death-oh-and-drama-queen-alert.html' title='Death (oh and drama queen alert)'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115153825000673598</id><published>2006-06-29T02:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T02:56:17.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in looooooooooove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6aaa6 6aaaa6..ppl i'm in love! i found him! i have finally found him! i thought he didn't exist anymore but my faith has been restoooooooored...mr.right is out there and i met him tue night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my cousin's wedding was tue and it was mixed wedding (HOT)..i looked fucking amazing (Digma i wore the black dress :P) but enough about me and more about the wedding...everything was beaaautiful..it was simple but very elegant..everybody seemed to have a good time..the bride looked amazing! our family is used to mixed wedding but they're usually restricted to family, this wedding however was REALLY mixed..i hardly knew any1 there :P we walked in a little late (i secretly LUV walking in late shshs it's a guilty pleasure don't tell any1) so i walk in with my parents in my lovely black dress with a slight train that flows behind me just so..red lipstick minimal eye make up beautiful flowy hair and my head held high (i swear mo shayfa 3umry but u had to be there i really did look good :P)..it was a seated dinner so we had to go around saying hi to ppl we know and the eyes would not stop following us (sadly for me i was with mama and baba :P)..we finally sat at our table which was full of old ppl (mostly 40 and 50 year olds..barf) while the table next to us was filled with hot young guys (eye candy :P) BUUUUUT 15 mins later this handsom guy in his early 30s approached our table said hi to my uncle and sat right next to me..we started talking and u guessed right ppl he was my mr.right (he had me at hellooo)..this guy was handsome, smart, charming as hell, wicked smile, ambitious, tikana, god he was PERFECT..we talked all throughout dinner that i forgot about the dancing and all the cute guys out there :P but knowing my luck NOTHING is ever perfect! the guy turns out to be married :(((( and he fucking luves his wife! god &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;fell in luv with his wife after a few words! he even showed me a pic of her which he carries around (adooooorable)..she wasn't that pretty, i could take her :P but she sounded amazing! i can't wait to actually meet her..he told me how the 2 of them had met, funny details about their wedding, honeymoon fiascos etc etc and i could not help but fall in luv with this woman, i actually saw why he adored her..she sounded PERFECT herself..don't feel bad for me just yet my story ends well..i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mr.right leaves early cause he has to be up really early..we say good night and decide to meet up soon so i could meet his wife (turns our we're somehow related!)..so the luv of my life leaves and i'm stuck talking with my mom's family for a while but then the dancing starts..my GOD the dancing! it really goes to show that music takes all ur troubles away..i got up to dance and i forgot all about my guy for a while..i luved that we were a mix of men and women..old and young..married and single all dancing it was just amazing (the best part was watching all the young couples dancing)..and my dad did not have a problem with me dancing next to strangers which i thought was so mature of him :P when i asked him later how come he was ok with it he said "baba 3ady as long as ur with ur parents" isn't he the sweetest? i danced with my uncle for a while which was soooo sweet..he tried to salsa with me didn't really work :P he just ended up twirling me..twirling is so much fun though :P lol but the funniest thing was how shy i was! u see me on the dance floor, a great dancer o kel shway wa7da etyabebly chena al7een sej but the min a guy smiles or tries to dance next to me i'm like a little girl in a playground..i actually blush and dance away :P there was this adorable mother who kept dancing with me and putting her arm around my waist slowly taking me towards her son who was also on the dance floor..as soon as she introduced me i turned around and practically ran in the other direction (afashel i know :P) but i'm shy i can't help myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all in all it was a great night..the wedding was beautiful..the ppl were beautiful..the music was great the dancing was even greater and there's nothing hotter than watching eye candy dance :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115153825000673598?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115153825000673598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115153825000673598' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115153825000673598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115153825000673598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-in-looooooooooove.html' title='i&apos;m in looooooooooove'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115118073627962012</id><published>2006-06-24T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:40:45.170+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSTON RUUUUUULES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/sing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/sing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/Boston-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok so i haven't posted in a while been kinda blaah but something just happened that PUSHED MY BUTTONS..somebody just refered to Bostonians as Badu Amrica and that Michigan (of all places) is the posh place so here is my reply to all those ignorant ASSHOLES out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Revolution fucking started in Boston..the creme de la creme reside here, the heart of intellectuals and politicians, not to mention the TOP univesities in the US&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/1harvardstation.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;..the first printing press in the colonies was built in Cambridge by Stephen Daye in 1639..with its excellent harbor, Boston became the leading commercial center in the colonies..Colonial Boston was a world leader in shipbuilding and the primary port of North America..Boston became a leading center of colonial resistance as a great philosophical distance began to grow between the Colonies and Britain..The seeds of revolution were planted in Boston!! The Stamp Act of 1765, the Townshend Acts of 1767, the Boston Massacre in 1770, The Tea Act of 1773 which resulted in The Boston Tea Party to name a few..Samuel Adams, Paul Rever and John Hancock came from Boston! the famous expression "the shot heard round the world" which signified the American Revolution was in Boston! the Battle of Bunker Hill&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/4riders.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;..Boston also played a role as a leading voice of the abolitionist movement..with the outbreak of WW II, Boston became a major arms manufacturer during wartime.. by the 1950's, fishing and farming were in decline in Massachusetts, but the Boston area emerged as a leader in the fledgling computer and high-tech industries..many of these new business were created and staffed by graduates of MIT and the other colleges in the Boston area..today, the Boston skyline is brimming with skyscrapers and office towers; a testament to Boston's achievements and its vitality and ur telling me Boston Badu the US? Dude Michigan is the place of white trash wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Bostonians:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;Anne Bradstreet&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;Conan O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Graham Bell&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Bishop&lt;br /&gt;Uma Therman&lt;br /&gt;Emily Dickinson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/emily%20dickinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;Robert Lowell&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/07459b67-0704-40e4-90a8-ab9d83d4fe98-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Affleck&lt;br /&gt;John Kerry&lt;br /&gt;The Kenndys&lt;br /&gt;John Adams&lt;br /&gt;John Quincy Adams&lt;br /&gt;James Spader&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;Mark Walhberg&lt;br /&gt;Susan B.Anthony&lt;br /&gt;E.E. Cummings&lt;br /&gt;Benjamen Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list can go on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Final Tribute to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Tessie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Dropkick Murphey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tessie is the Royal Rooters rally cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tessie is the tune they always sung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tessie echoed April through October nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After serenading Stahl, Dinneen and Young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tessie is a maiden with a sparkling eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tessie is a maiden with a love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She doesn't know the meaning of her sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's got a comment full of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And sometimes when the game is on the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tessie always carried them away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Up the road from third base to Huntington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The boys will always sing and sway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two! Three! Four!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessie, Nuff Said McGreevey shouted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're not here to mess around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boston, you know we love you madly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hear the crowd roar to your sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't blame us if we ever doubt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know we couldn't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tessie, you are the only only only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Rooters showed up at the grounds one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They found their seats had all been sold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;McGreevey led the charge into the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stormed the gates and put the game on hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright&lt;br /&gt;Boston's tenth man could not be wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Up from third base to Huntington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They'd sing another victory song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two! Three! Four!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessie, Nuff Said McGreevey shouted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're not here to mess around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boston, you know we love you madly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hear the crowd roar to your sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't blame us if we ever doubt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know we couldn't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tessie, you are the only only only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boston's tenth man could not be wrong!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Up from third base to Huntington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They'd sing another victory song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two! Three! Four!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessie, Nuff Said McGreevey shouted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're not here to mess around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boston, you know we love you madly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hear the crowd roar to your sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't blame us if we ever doubt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know we couldn't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boston, you are the only only only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't blame us if we ever doubt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know we couldn't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Red Sox, you are the only only only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115118073627962012?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115118073627962012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115118073627962012' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115118073627962012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115118073627962012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/06/boston-ruuuuuules.html' title='BOSTON RUUUUUULES!!'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115011713302064074</id><published>2006-06-12T15:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:20:24.340+03:00</updated><title type='text'>am i bipolar??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/dancing-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/dancing-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok so i was in a shitty mood last night..i was crying..i cried this morning..i was so pissed driving today and then the strangest thing happened..i was on my way home and there's this song i really love so decided to put it on..and it worked! i got home and could not get out of the car..ther there i was in our garage in the middle of the day dancing away to this song (mind you we have people working on part of the house who probably think that satan took over my body by now :P)..then i get to my room blast that song and start dancing around in my underwear..it just goes to show you that a good song is the cure for everything! i don't know who the song is by i guess its called "in love with myself" but here are the lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;In love with my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;With my own affection&lt;br /&gt;With the vision that I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking my own direction&lt;br /&gt;I can see perfection&lt;br /&gt;Doing all I can for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take you to hell&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling so deep inside it&lt;br /&gt;And I just can’t hide it&lt;br /&gt;Feel it burning down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance with myself&lt;br /&gt;As hundreds of eyes are waiting&lt;br /&gt;Gona strip completely&lt;br /&gt;And their eyes are burning me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m gona need somebody&lt;br /&gt;After all the lights have died&lt;br /&gt;I’m still living&lt;br /&gt;But what am I given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;In love with my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;With my own affection&lt;br /&gt;With the vision that I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking my own direction&lt;br /&gt;I can see perfection&lt;br /&gt;Doing all I can for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants your body&lt;br /&gt;There’s nobody that can take you to heaven&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make it forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m gona need somebody&lt;br /&gt;After all the lights have died&lt;br /&gt;I’m still living&lt;br /&gt;But what am I given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In love with myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In love with myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In love with myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115011713302064074?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115011713302064074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115011713302064074' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115011713302064074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115011713302064074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/06/am-i-bipolar.html' title='am i bipolar??'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-115005900737273005</id><published>2006-06-11T23:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:01:33.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok i'm just venting so sorry if none of this makes sense just need to purge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"if it doesn't kill u it makes u stronger" BULL..i keep saying it to ppl going through tough times and i know i don't believe it but it works for them so i just say it but it doesn't work now does it? i always believed that being a good person was enough..i do believe in karma but it seems that it doesn't work in my favor..somebody explain to me how some1 who is dark on the inside some1 who goes around hurting ppl can be happy while i suffer..i smile and i mean it..i'm not happy and i'm not sad..i know it..i'm not fooling myself into believing anything..what is it? what is this thing? explain plz..these tears i don't know where they're coming from..it's not a broken heart..it's not dissapointment..it's not lonliness..it's not the fact that i've been cheated out of something..it just is..the cycle keeps moving but i seem to have been dropped somewhere along the road so where's the next stop? somebody plz tell me.."love is never lost" r u sure about that? no seriously..i'm hurt..no i just keep saying that to forget that i don't feel it anymore..pinch me..take me to the clouds above or however that song goes..i'm thinking it's a sign but for what? its thoughts like this that catch my wandering brain..i keep on talking but i never say anything...fools that's what we are fools..who are we kidding? fools in love is there any other kind? wake me up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's Song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joseph Arthur "Honey and the Moon"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know why I'm still afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you weren't real I would make you up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish that I could follow through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that your love is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything you want is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All your dreams are waking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And right nowI wish I could follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the shores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where no one lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember when we first met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And everything was still a bet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In love's game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You would call;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd call you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then I'd leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On your answering machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is turning blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And right nowI wish I could follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the shores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where no one lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Run away tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Freedom, freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Run away tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're made out of blood and rust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking for someone to trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A fightI think that you came too soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're the honey and the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That lightsUp my night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything you want is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All your dreams are waking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And right nowI wish that I could follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the shores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where no one lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Run away tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Freedom freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Run away tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got too much time to kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like pigeons on my windowsill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We hang around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since I've been with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You hold me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the time I've falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is turning blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish I could follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the shores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where no one lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-115005900737273005?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/115005900737273005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=115005900737273005' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115005900737273005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/115005900737273005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/06/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114987072054344212</id><published>2006-06-09T19:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:32:25.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DouBLe DinG</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;It was a slow and quiet Thursday afternoon and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;color:#993399;"  &gt;Tinkerbell’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt; poor sister was ordered to stay in bed all day… so&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://diigmaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"  &gt;DiiGMaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;headed to keep the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tink’s&lt;/span&gt; company… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a few things said and done during the course of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;iM6aBaG iZBaiDy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we’re having lunch and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt; was trying to be all nice and tanchebly but when she came to cut me a piece of zbaidy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “fee a7aad egi9 ismichaa bil6ool” (no seriously she did that :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;On The Bed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of girls on one bed talking about lost, dp and prison break and DiiGMaa and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt; over do the whole enthusiasm on prison break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “eye candy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “He’s so HOT that you’d ORG just by seeing him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;On The Sofa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks’&lt;/span&gt; sis is taking a nap DiiGMaa and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks &lt;/span&gt;get a chance to catch up on each other’s lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa:&lt;/span&gt; “he’s the love of my life… I’ve never been happier… he’s everything and more… but there’s only one problem… !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “ he’s Married? Has a girlfriend? Gay? No future? Missing an important organ ? (this should say what he’s missing lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “hell no !! I wouldn’t of even considered if so… he’s… he’s… we’ll… He’s a figment of my imagination”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks &lt;/span&gt;looks all worried tried to move away but &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa’s&lt;/span&gt; too close after a few moments of looking at each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “Seriously you are really scaring me !! Take a few steps back ! seriously !! I’m scared !”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “well i have something i wana do to michael scowfield but i could never say it unless it's online”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “i just wana gaaag on that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;With Tinks Bro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “wainik ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Tinks Bro&lt;/span&gt;: “I’m entering the area now.. I take it u guys want me to go to the Jam3iya.. ok I’ll head there now”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “no we were just wondering where u went”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Tink’s Bro&lt;/span&gt;: “I’ll call you when I’m there”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “ur bro is asking what you want”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “popcorn! Oh oh Doritos! Oh and carbudry! with nuts!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “lion bar! and m&amp;ms! with nuts! Oh oh and Pringles! and and sweeeeeeeeeets!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/DSC00331.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/DSC00331.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;iN The JaM3iYa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Since all men are useless when it comes to running errands &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;’ Bro calls to ask what we want AGAIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Tinks’ Bro&lt;/span&gt;: “ tell &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt; they have Locker”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “Hooker?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Tinks’ Bro&lt;/span&gt;: “Locker!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “Tinks ur bro’s asking if u want a hooker”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “they have hookers?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Tinks’ Bro&lt;/span&gt;: “give me that little bitch!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt; hands the phone to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;Tinks’ Bro&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “u want the blue one?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “they have blue hookers? Mako red??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “Hookers! i want!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;RaNDoMs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: "7ada Baaaaaaaarrrrrrfffff !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: "Horrid !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: "Hoooooorrid" (mi7tara ma 3indihaa British accent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: "iL eMRaaaayKaaan" (in a 3ayooza accent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: "abeeee ily ta7at"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: "ily ta7aaaaaaat ?;p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “My mouth Salivated Just Thinking of it.. oooh baby” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;SuGaR HiGh: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo after a few bites of candy &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt; starts dancing ALL over the place laughing hystarically and hardly making any sense then the two of us start singing “I’m a little tea pot”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “when I was a kid I used to think the line from the little tea pot song that goes "when i get all steamed up i just shout" but now I can’t remember the words so I just say “when I get tipsy I just shout!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “oooooh really ?? when you get steamed up you like to shout ha ??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Playing M.A.S.H:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tinks&lt;/span&gt;: “why am I hooked on Prostitute slash Hooker?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DiiGMaa&lt;/span&gt;: “ I think I’ld like to work as a stripper once in my lifetime”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;P.S. Today's song is Eye of the Tiger by Survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;P.P.S. World Cup Fever Baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114987072054344212?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114987072054344212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114987072054344212' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114987072054344212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114987072054344212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/06/double-ding.html' title='DouBLe DinG'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114969088489847542</id><published>2006-06-07T17:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:37:13.823+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i've decided that my life is just one big soundtrack and this song is my mood today..what's urs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pinch Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the perfect time of year&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far away from here&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine enough I guess&lt;br /&gt;Considering everything's a mess&lt;br /&gt;There's a restaurant down the street&lt;br /&gt;Where hungry people like to eat&lt;br /&gt;I could walk but I'll just drive&lt;br /&gt;It's colder than it looks outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Then you try to scream, but it only comes out as a yawn&lt;br /&gt;When you try to see the world beyond your front door&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, 'cause the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile&lt;br /&gt;When you realize that a guy my size might take a while&lt;br /&gt;Just try to figure out what all this is for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the perfect time of day&lt;br /&gt;To throw all your cares away&lt;br /&gt;Put the sprinkler on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;And run through with my gym shorts on&lt;br /&gt;Take a drink right from the hose&lt;br /&gt;Change in to some drier clothes&lt;br /&gt;Climb the stairs up to my room&lt;br /&gt;And sleep away the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn&lt;br /&gt;When you try to see the world beyond your front door&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, 'cause the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile&lt;br /&gt;When you realize that a guy my size might take a while&lt;br /&gt;Just try to figure out what all this is for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pinch me, pinch me 'cause I'm still asleep&lt;br /&gt;Please God tell me that I'm still asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On an evening such as this&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell if I exist&lt;br /&gt;If I pack the car and leave this town&lt;br /&gt;Who'll notice that I'm not around?&lt;br /&gt;I could hide out under there&lt;br /&gt;I just made you say underwear&lt;br /&gt;I could leave, but I'll just stay&lt;br /&gt;All my stuff's here anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Then you try to scream, but it only comes out as a yawn&lt;br /&gt;When you try to see the world beyond your front door&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, cause the way I rhyme's gonna make you smile&lt;br /&gt;When you realize that a guy my size might take a while&lt;br /&gt;Just try to figure out what all this is for&lt;br /&gt;Try to figure out what all this is for&lt;br /&gt;Try to see the world beyond your front door&lt;br /&gt;Try to figure out what all this is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114969088489847542?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114969088489847542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114969088489847542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114969088489847542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114969088489847542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-mood.html' title='Today&apos;s Mood'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114935495853910264</id><published>2006-06-03T19:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:15:58.553+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No3ik's post had me thinking about friendship for days now and 2day i got proof of what it is to be a great friend..a friend of mine got me mini hobnobs 2day! i was craving hobnobs a few weeks ago and this girl actually remembered and got me a nice little bag of mini hobnobs yuuuuuum and i swear the fact that she remembered made them a whole lot sweeter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so here's my list of what makes a GREAT friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a great friend is someone who knows when to shower me with attention and when to give me space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who remembers that i hate soggy food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who will sip their tea/coffee b4 me to make sure it's not too hot and i don't burn my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who calls me at 12 am to be the 1st to wish me a happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who will msg me when there's something i luv on tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who gives me a hug when i'm in the middle of a very stressful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who tells me when i have lipstick on my teeth so i don't make a fool of myself infront of ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who reminds me to set my priorities straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who will go to a sox game with me even though they hate baseball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who is there for me during the bad times more than the good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who laughs with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who calls me in the middle of a song because it reminded them of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who kisses my forehead when i least expect it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who has the oc season 3 but will not watch it for months because they only want to watch it with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who would never judge me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who will stand by me when the whole world is against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who doesn't mind eating the peas off my plate because they know how much i hate them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who remembers to get me bounty !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a person who will do the chicken dance just to make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so what in ur opinion makes a GREAT friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114935495853910264?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114935495853910264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114935495853910264' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114935495853910264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114935495853910264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-friends.html' title='Great Friends'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114924056578196332</id><published>2006-06-02T12:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:10:48.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're From Boston When..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You think of Philadelphia as the Midwest..isn't it? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's your God-given right to cut someone off in traffic...DUUUUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think there are only 25 letters in the alphabet (no R's)..so true :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think three straight days of 90+ temperatures is a heatwave...But it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your pets are named after Celtics or Bruins...true i've witnessed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refer to 6 inches of snow as a "dusting"..loool Diiigma so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hearing the words "New York" puts you in an angry mood...only during baseball season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't think you have an attitude...i dooon't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always 'bang a left' as soon as the light turns green, and oncoming traffic always expects it...hehehehe i'm guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own Yankees toilet paper..i want plz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in town is "a five minute walk"..it iisssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still can't bear to watch highlights from game 6 of the 1986 World Series...even though i wasn't there for it it hurts to watch :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe using your turn signal is a sign of weakness...hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're anal, neurotic, pessimistic and stubborn...yes, yes, yes and yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHEN WE SAY ________ WE MEAN...GOD I MISS THIS ACCENT!!&lt;br /&gt;Bizah - odd&lt;br /&gt;Flahwiz - roses, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Hahpahst - minutes after the hour&lt;br /&gt;Hahwahya? - how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Khakis - what we staht the cah with..lool i do miss driving my cah on mass ave on a sunny day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissah - superb&lt;br /&gt;Retahded - silly&lt;br /&gt;Shewah - of course&lt;br /&gt;Wikkid - extremely&lt;br /&gt;Popcahn - popular snack..Digma would u like buttah with ur popcahn? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WE'LL KNOW YOU WEREN'T BON HEAH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear a Harvard sweatshirt...LOL SO TRUUUUUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask directions to "Cheers"..Digmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i believe we've witnessed this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You follow soccer..ok i'm guilty of this but it's in my q8i DNA can't help it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call it "COPELY" square...hehehhehehe retards :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS NOT TO DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call it Beantown...plz ppl stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pahk your cah in Hahvid Yahd.,They'll tow it to Meffa (Medford) or Slumaville (Sommerville)...loooooooooooool i had a stupid friend who never stopped pahking at hahvid yahd&lt;br /&gt;Don't swim in the Charles, no matter what Bill Weld tells you..trust me on this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wear orange in Southie on St. Patrick's Day...if u wana stay in one piece at least :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two State Houses, two City Halls, two courthouses and two Hancock buildings (one old, one new)...i swear u gotta luv boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route 128 is also I-95. It is also I-93..takes some getting used to but makes sense i swear :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Sox, The Pats (or Patsies if they're losing), the Seltz, the Broons...our baaaabies :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underground train is not the subway. It's the T and it doesn't run all night (fah chrysakes, this ain't Noo Yawk)...DIGMAAAAAAAAAAA :((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASIC RULES FOR DRIVING IN BOSTON (subject to change at any time):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When on a one way street, stay to the right to allow oncoming traffic to pass...lol this one's a biggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever, stop for a pedestrian unless he flings himself under the wheels of your car..maybe not even then :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first parking space you see will be the last parking space you see. Grab it...YES! if there was a better spot available this one wouldn't be empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double park in the North End of Boston, unless triple parking is available....loooooooool except at 1 am :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to swerve abruptly..Boston is the home of slalom driving, thanks to the Registry of Motor Vehicles, which puts potholes in key locations to test drivers' reflexes and keep them on their toes...loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool digma i could not stop laughing here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look both ways when running a red light..just in case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown lanes are not for breaking down, but for speeding, especially during rush hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown lanes may also end without warning causing traffic jams as people merge back in..hehehe ooopsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never use directional signals when changing lanes..They only warn other drivers to speed up and not let you in..trueeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever possible, stop in the middle of a crosswalk to ensure inconveniencing as many pedestrians as possible. .and if a pedestrian ahead of you steps in the road, speed up loudly and chase him back up on the curb..peds have no rights...they don't i don't care what digma says!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28108569-114924056578196332?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114924056578196332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114924056578196332' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114924056578196332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114924056578196332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-youre-from-boston-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re From Boston When..'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114910927354630928</id><published>2006-05-31T23:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:14:21.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MANEATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/main_r2_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/main_r2_c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so i was in a really bad mood today then i put this song on by nelly furtado and man is it an uplifter! girls if any of u are in a "boys are stupid throw rocks at them" mood then this song is for u..i personally find it very empowering..and i dare u not to move to the beat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look at me, me&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the door you start screaming&lt;br /&gt;Come on everybody what chu here for?&lt;br /&gt;Move your body around like a nympho&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get your necks to crack around&lt;br /&gt;All you crazy people come on jump around&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you all on your knees, knees&lt;br /&gt;You either want to be with me, or be me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;Make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;Make you cut cords&lt;br /&gt;Make you fall, fall in love&lt;br /&gt;She's a Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;Make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;Make you cut cords&lt;br /&gt;Wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she walks she walks with passion&lt;br /&gt;when she talks, she talks like she can handle it&lt;br /&gt;When she asks for something boy she means it&lt;br /&gt;Even if you never ever seen it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get your necks to crack around&lt;br /&gt;All you crazy people come on jump around&lt;br /&gt;You doing anything to keep her by your side&lt;br /&gt;Because, she said she love you, love you long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;Make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;Make you cut cords&lt;br /&gt;Make you fall, fall in love&lt;br /&gt;She's a Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;Make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;Make you cut cords&lt;br /&gt;Wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part is "you either want to be with me or be me" and "you doing anything to keep her by your sidebecause, she said she love you, love you long time!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114910927354630928?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114893585193284719</id><published>2006-05-29T23:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:03:17.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blondie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok i just had the most confusing conversation with a friend of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend: blondie :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinks: aaaw thanx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend: ya 7mara.. blondie is an INSULT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinks: NO it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend: tinks everything is twisted in ur world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinks: why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend: uff bass... last thing i remember.. i was runnin for the door... i had to find the passage bak to the place i was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tinks: huh?&lt;br /&gt;tinks: btw i'm posting about this are we on or off the record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend: relax said the nightman, we r programmed to receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinks: ooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend: u can check out anytime u likeeeeeee but u can NEVER leave&lt;br /&gt;friend: LOVE THAT SONG FUCKING ART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tinks: welcome to the hotel california (lighter in the air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend: off the record..&lt;br /&gt;friend: i dono u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tinks thinking: whoe isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend: hahahah love the (lighter in the air)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinks: enzain wait wait why is blondie an insult??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend:  oh oh lighter in the air and high on 7asheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tinks: lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friend: blondie = blonde = dumb..wela in ur world blonde = super smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinks: nooo blonde is hot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doesn't it??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114893585193284719?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114893585193284719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Hollow Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na'ila's phone was ringing..it was him "I need to see you" why did I have to pick up?! "something terrible has happened I'm beyond depressed I need to see u or I'm going to do something to myself" Na'ila reluctantly agreed to see him at his friend's apt where he promised her that they would be alone..she began to regret her decision as soon as she parked her car, something just did not feel right..the dark alley leading to the building, the dirty staircase, the loud music coming from an apt upstairs, everything seemed to scream "don't come any further!" but she kept going..she pressed the button to the fourth floor and took a deep breath..&lt;br /&gt;The door to the elevator slid open, Na'ila took a few steps towards the door, apt 2, but something was wrong..the music she had heard earlier was coming from Fahad's apt! she rang the bell anyway and there he was greeting her at the door with a drink in his hand..that voice in her head told her to go back but she silenced it again and went in only to find that they were not alone! there were three other guys and two suspicious looking girls..one of the guys was awkwardly dancing with the two girls while the other two guys were lounging on the couch with a sleazy look on their faces..Na'ila took a few steps back but Fahad grabbed her arm "relax! they're my friends, they're really cool people just come in and meet them" so Na'ila unwillingly shook the hands being strechted out to her then sat on the edge of an empty couch..Fahad slid comfortably next to her with his arms around her, slowly suffocating her with his clumsy embrace..&lt;br /&gt;The music was so loud Na'ila could hardly hear herself think, all she wanted to do was leave this stifling apartment! her eyes were glued to the floor, she did not want to face anyone, she wanted to pretend she was far away from here, away from this place, away from these people..Fahad kept whispering in her ear but Na'ila couldn't hear him, or did not want to hear him..her silence infuriated him and he took her by the hand into an empty room "this is better..now we can talk" Na'ila asked what was so important, the reason he rushed her over here "you're fine!" she thought "you're having fun with your friends why did you drag me here?!" Fahad went on to tell her the events of his day, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, nothing at least required her visit to this apartment..&lt;br /&gt;Fahad got up and switched the lights off "I don't want you to see me like this" Na'ila begged him to switch the lights back on but to no avail..he slowly approached her, in the darkness Na'ila could not see his expression, that vile face she was starting to hate..Fahad sat next to her on the bed and embraced her, his arms engulfed her in one sweep, she had to struggle to breath..he started kissing her and she just sat there..she could not kiss him back and for some reason she could not pull away! there she was between his arms hating every movement, evey kiss felt like a sharp dagger plunging through her, the awkwardness of his kiss, his fumbling hands, a fire was ignited in her..not the fire people associate with passion or pleasure but a fire that was eating her up so that she was nothing but a burnt out building..&lt;br /&gt;He started undressing her and she wanted to push him away, she wanted him to stop so badly but could not bring her lips to utter a sound..with every touch of his fingers Na'ila hated herself even more..Fahad kept going not paying attention to her not caring that she wasn't responding to his touch, she felt more like a doll between his arms than a woman, a woman who responds to the touch of a strong man's hands..his hands fumbled over her body touching her in the most sensitive parts but she felt nothing..Fahad went on to undress and that's when Na'ila realized why he asked her to come, he didn't want to confine in her, he simply wanted a quick lay..Na'ila gathered all the strength in her to scream NO! but all that came out was a weak whisper "stop..stop..stop" but Fahad kept going as if she had not uttered a word..he suddenly became violent ravishing her body while she cried in silence..she felt all alone in that crowded apartment ..Na'ila wanted it to be over, her hot tears were her only consolation..&lt;br /&gt;It was finally over..he collapsed on top of her..he felt like a dead corpse over her body, she slowly slid away from him..she was free! Na'ila hugged herself, rocking her body back and forth unable to put her clothes back on, unable to look at him.." r u ok?"&lt;br /&gt;Na'ila gradually lifted her head up to face him and with a reproachful look said "yes"..she got up collected her scattered clothes, got dressed and walked out the door never looking back because she knew if she looked at him again she would never be the same..she wanted to erase this day, erase this apatment, erase him from her life..walking to her car Na'ila had one thing on her mind "why"..her tears clouded her vision until all she could see were the red lights of the cars ahead..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114866265660562693?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114866265660562693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114866265660562693' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114866265660562693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114866265660562693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/hollow-girl.html' title='The Hollow Girl'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114859210981639337</id><published>2006-05-26T00:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:57:49.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Chick Flicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/cary_grant1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/cary_grant1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm having the best weekend doing nothing! catching up on some much needed sleep and watching some of my fav movies..and i don't care how cliche this is but oh my god watching chick flicks with a pint of ice cream is the only way! so here's my list of the best chick flicks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The English Patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Truth About Cats and Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pretty in Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Way We Were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Four Weddings and a Funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Monsoon Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Casablanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;An Affair to Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Barefoot in the Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Flashdance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Funny Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mermaids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Forget Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jerry Maguire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What Dreams May Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The End Of The Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok the list can go on forever so i'll stop now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"winter must be cold for those with no warm memories..and we've already missed the spring!"&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/28108569-114859210981639337?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114859210981639337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114859210981639337' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114859210981639337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114859210981639337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/greatest-chick-flicks.html' title='Greatest Chick Flicks'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114841884310388675</id><published>2006-05-23T22:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:14:03.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS</title><content type='html'>words words words..letters combined together to make what? we're communicating i'm talking i'm writing i'm listening i understand the words that are coming out of ur mouth but what r u really saying? r my words sinking in or are they just bouncing back?? i feel awkward i hear u speak i can't reply i'm just there..we're both just there hanging in space..what r we doing?! it would be so much easier to just stop talking just stop s.t.o.p but i can't or i don't want to? aaaaaaah get me out of this box! i want out i NEED out..air that's what i need i need air..i need for u to be gone away not because i hate u not because i don't want u but because i need to be alone..just me..me..disappearing..dispersing..melting away until i am nothing but a drop of water on the brim of ur glass..will u drink me then? only then can we be 2gether a part of each other..i am u and u r me..when will i become that drop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114841884310388675?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114841884310388675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114841884310388675' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114841884310388675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114841884310388675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/words.html' title='WORDS'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114833223329968220</id><published>2006-05-23T00:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:10:33.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOO!!! IT CANNNOT END THIS WAAAAY! i luv u snow flake :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114833223329968220?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114833223329968220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114833223329968220' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114833223329968220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114833223329968220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-no-no-no-no-no-nooooo-it-cannnot.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114832932553672932</id><published>2006-05-22T23:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:22:05.546+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/post-292473-1125638680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/post-292473-1125638680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just got through episode 21 of prison break and i HAD to post about it..i was biting my shirt so hard i actually tore through a bit! my heart is beating so hard i could not start the next episode..wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114832932553672932?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114832932553672932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114832932553672932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114832932553672932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114832932553672932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD!'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114820398856266285</id><published>2006-05-21T12:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:33:08.570+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk for Hunger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/r9a_walk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/r9a_walk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i've been wanting to post this for a while now sorry it took so long..walk for hunger, supported by red crescent is taking place 2day by the scientific center at 6 pm..buy ur tickets at marina mall by 2nd cup..3 kd feeds a starving child for a month ppl! make sure u get ur walk for hunger tshirts and show support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114820398856266285?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114820398856266285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114820398856266285' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114820398856266285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114820398856266285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/walk-for-hunger.html' title='Walk for Hunger'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114815294299637744</id><published>2006-05-20T22:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:22:23.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok it's been a loooong and shitty day..i saw 3 major accidents 2day, a guy being carried out of his house into an ambulance with his wife/daughter crying behind him then to top it all off i saw ANOTHER accident and this time i saw a body dangling out of the car..the image is still in my head..i kept praying that he would make it..sadly, i got a phone call from a friend 2 hours ago telling me the guy passed away..i have not stopped crying since..plz ppl be safe out there nothing is worth rushing to, life is so precious and those u leave behind will never be the same..i guess everybody has his day (that could be just crap we say to make us feel good)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm gona end this with an advise a wise friend just gave me "be grateful for every second ur alive"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114815294299637744?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114815294299637744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114815294299637744' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114815294299637744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114815294299637744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114805137119566865</id><published>2006-05-19T18:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:23:37.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/sq-aqua-rene-dif-mca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/sq-aqua-rene-dif-mca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppl who know me understand my obsession with barbie..that bitch has everything! so u'll understand the irony of walking in on my mom today only to find her singing "i'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world" while filing !! and so to pay tribute to my arch nemesis i'm posting the lyrics to that bimbo's song..ok she's not a bimbo i luv her and would LUV to be her, i'm sorry barbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic..&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation..&lt;br /&gt;I'm a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world,&lt;br /&gt;Dress me up, make it tight, i'm your dolly..&lt;br /&gt;You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky..&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "i'm always yours" (uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic..&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation..&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please,&lt;br /&gt;I can act like a star, i can beg on my knees..&lt;br /&gt;Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,&lt;br /&gt;Hit the town, fool around, let's go party&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "i'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "i'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic..&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation..&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic..&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation..&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i'm having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Well barbie, we're just getting started..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i love you ken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barbie Girl" by Aqua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114805137119566865?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114805137119566865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114805137119566865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114805137119566865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114805137119566865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/barbie.html' title='Barbie!'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114799794312457561</id><published>2006-05-19T03:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T03:24:35.506+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ideas are bulletproof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/index_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/index_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok adry 7ady late but i just finished watching "V for Vendetta" and it was amaaaaaaaaazing..i luved the script luved the cinematography..simply a brilliant movie..i'm off to bed now but i'm ending this post with a quote from the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"words will always retain power" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114799794312457561?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114799794312457561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114799794312457561' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114799794312457561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114799794312457561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/ideas-are-bulletproof.html' title='ideas are bulletproof'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114797952457993769</id><published>2006-05-18T22:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:15:58.336+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i want hob nobs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/choc-hob-nob.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/choc-hob-nob.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major craving for hob nobs! do we have them here??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114797952457993769?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114797952457993769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114797952457993769' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114797952457993769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114797952457993769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-hob-nobs_18.html' title='i want hob nobs!'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114797231046408510</id><published>2006-05-18T19:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:11:50.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival of the Richest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/sotr_link_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/sotr_link_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok here's why spending a weekend at home is useful: u discover the newest reality tv crap out there! just finished watching the 1st episode and i'm hooked..the show matches 7 filthy rich people (one of the girls on the show, Kat is worth $989 million) and 7 people in debt who come from a working class background..the show's hosted by Hal Sparks from "Queer as Folk" yuuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the 1st episode the poor kids go undercover as personal waiters to the rich kids..in a challenge to test everyone's work ethic, they take a surprise trip to Medieval Times, where they must serve and entertain the customers..the twist is the people on the show have to work with partners..when a person is eliminated their partner is eliminated as well..oh and they now have to live with their partners, fun! here's where it gets interesting bitchy rich kids and bitter hard working ppl have to live and work 2gether..let the cat fights begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114797231046408510?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114797231046408510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114797231046408510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114797231046408510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114797231046408510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/survival-of-richest.html' title='Survival of the Richest'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114796254612755222</id><published>2006-05-18T16:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:39:05.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'>who r u?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/200544_160203_4_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/200544_160203_4_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="83" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/will.jpg" width="59" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Salesman: this video game makes a nice birthday gift. do you think your stepson would like that?&lt;br /&gt;Karen: i don't know, honey. can he eat it or rub up against it?&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: let's come at this a different way. what are his interests?&lt;br /&gt;Karen: ham.&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: why don't I just let you browse awhile?&lt;br /&gt;Karen: yeah. thanks. ooh, and, uh, do you think there's anything you could do about all these kids in here?&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: ma'am, it's a toy store.&lt;br /&gt;Karen: yeah. (gives the salesman a tip) see what you can do. (to a kid) move it, shorty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;weeelll i am definitley Karen! just a tad less attitude..so who r u? i'm looking for my Jack :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114796254612755222?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114796254612755222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114796254612755222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114796254612755222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114796254612755222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-r-u.html' title='who r u?'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114790763104585210</id><published>2006-05-18T02:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:13:51.053+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm offended :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/HarvardMaths[2].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/400/HarvardMaths%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114790763104585210?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114790763104585210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114790763104585210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114790763104585210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114790763104585210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-offended-p_18.html' title='i&apos;m offended :P'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114789964379545853</id><published>2006-05-17T23:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:53:26.896+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IN UR FACE ARSENAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/1600/barca-arsenal7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3103/2972/320/barca-arsenal7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O'lay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O'lay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O'lay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O'lay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Barca!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Barca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys played an amaaazing game..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eto'o&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LUV&lt;/span&gt; u! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Giuly&lt;/span&gt; u &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;! mwaaah...ok arsenal kicked our ass in the 1st half but u gotta admit it was a great come back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114789964379545853?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114789964379545853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114789964379545853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114789964379545853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114789964379545853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-ur-face-arsenal.html' title='IN UR FACE ARSENAL!'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114789602636628157</id><published>2006-05-17T22:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:07:00.330+03:00</updated><title type='text'>YES I AM A GIIIIIIIIIIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.simasima.jp/illust/chainsaw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.simasima.jp/illust/chainsaw.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one more person asks me if i'm a girl because i'm watching soccer i will start cutting off body parts people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114789602636628157?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114789602636628157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114789602636628157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114789602636628157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114789602636628157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/yes-i-am-giiiiiiiiiirl.html' title='YES I AM A GIIIIIIIIIIRL!'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114788821796194064</id><published>2006-05-17T20:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:54:43.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www6.gencat.net/llengcat/corda/img/fcbarcelona_gran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www6.gencat.net/llengcat/corda/img/fcbarcelona_gran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Barcelona vs Arsenal 2night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GO BARCA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114788821796194064?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114788821796194064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114788821796194064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114788821796194064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114788821796194064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114781698199964404</id><published>2006-05-17T00:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T01:07:11.900+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doorman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nyctourist.com/images/doorman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="394" alt="" src="http://www.nyctourist.com/images/doorman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my doorman! Digma back me up here..i was watching a movie with ur typical doorman attitude and it just reminded me of john, luigi, mark..i miss u guys :P aaah to be living alone again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114781698199964404?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114781698199964404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114781698199964404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114781698199964404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114781698199964404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/doorman.html' title='Doorman'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114781182887507540</id><published>2006-05-16T23:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T01:12:53.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaniss Morissete Rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mybestlife.com/ita_anima/images/Alanis%20Morissette_int.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mybestlife.com/ita_anima/images/Alanis%20Morissette_int.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;major flashback! was listening to this song today..loud as hell driving banging my head..u should try it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"You Oughta Know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want you to know, that I'm happy for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;An older version of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is she perverted like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Would she go down on you in a theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Does she speak eloquently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And would she have your baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Until you died, till you died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But you're still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You seem very well, things look peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Are you thinking of me when you fuck her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Until you died, til you died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But you're still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm not gonna fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As soon as you close your eyes and you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope you feel it...well can you feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114781182887507540?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114781182887507540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114781182887507540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114781182887507540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28108569/posts/default/114781182887507540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/2006/05/alaniss-morissete-rules.html' title='Alaniss Morissete Rules!'/><author><name>Tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137278896091725035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://disney.videos.go.com/bvhe/movie_collection/splash2/tinkerbell.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28108569.post-114771641609008474</id><published>2006-05-15T21:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:15:33.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies..Lies..Liiiiies</title><content type='html'>ok i know i enjoy a lie every now and then but mine go along the line of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stranger: do i look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh yeah u look beautiful (NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: wainech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: schoool working on a project (having coffee with friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all for these teeny tiny lies they never hurt any1 (well maybe telling some1 they look good when they look horrible is plain mean) but why do people enjoy telling BIG lies that make them look good but make others feel like shit..EXPLAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114771641609008474?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114771641609008474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114771641609008474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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than you can ever imagine. the path i'm taking now is definitely the wrong one, but i don't know of any other way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"now i'm going. now. now. now. i'de never thought it'd be so difficult to die. and yet i have to. adieu. adieu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are excerpts from two suicide letters..isn't it just brilliant?! these are actual words written by people about to take their life..with one simple letter they put an end to their own chapter..last minute confessions, burial requests, random thoughts..it's just amazing to be in the presence of death..is death really a release? ok i'm not some psycho going around promoting suicide, i just finished reading a book by Udo Grashoff "Let Me Finish"..this book will blow your mind..reading people's suicide letters really puts your life into perspective..but i would not recommend this book to everyone cause by the end you really do contemplate the beauty of death..why not end it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is my very first blog (yes i'm new!)..it's 3:24 am and i'm starting my chapters here with death..enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"please forgive me for what i've done, but i love you so much that i can't be without you anymore. i hope you have a happy life; once i'm out of your way, you might be a bit more sensible and keep your hands off married men. lay red carnations on my grave just once" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28108569-114765285908585536?l=bubbbllless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbbllless.blogspot.com/feeds/114765285908585536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28108569&amp;postID=114765285908585536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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