<?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-6990945536843596059</id><updated>2012-02-20T05:16:17.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live life to the fullest...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-4691744164525951606</id><published>2007-06-03T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:40:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to lose a groom in 7days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RmRqlLdXjmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4LO-phzP08o/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072296267289693794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RmRqlLdXjmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4LO-phzP08o/s320/nuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don’t like the traditional marriage way, to let the grooms parents come and see the girl and then they describe her to the groom and if they liked how she looked like, they’ll come back and if not they’ll go back home and say she has a big nose, small eyes, bad skin, big hips, ugly face, her right eyebrow is plucked badly…etc. Well I prefer that I meet the guy and to know him more before going in to a deep relationship based on the appearance, in my opinion not the looks but the personality should lead me to the engagement step.&lt;br /&gt;I always think of girls whose forced to marry guys they don’t get along with just because their parents WANT to, and finds them as suitable for them, so I thought of some wicked ideas to make a groom NEVER COME BACK:&lt;br /&gt;1) Make yourself stupid use the words... (HA? What? What did u mean?)&lt;br /&gt;2) Wear gloves so that he thinks u have issues in your hand&lt;br /&gt;3) Dirty nails trust me this will work out&lt;br /&gt;4) Put glue on your hands and let it dry, it'll look like old woman's skin and keep shaking them&lt;br /&gt;5) Put powder on your hair as if its dandruff&lt;br /&gt;6) Sneeze or cough in his face or in his coffee&lt;br /&gt;7) Spill the coffee on him &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/6990945536843596059-4691744164525951606?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/4691744164525951606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=4691744164525951606' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/4691744164525951606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/4691744164525951606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-lose-groom-in-7days.html' title='How to lose a groom in 7days'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RmRqlLdXjmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4LO-phzP08o/s72-c/nuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-5133054967766729326</id><published>2007-03-20T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:01:47.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An embarrassing moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RgBKp-jEC8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/l2_etZYs8Nw/s1600-h/shy+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044113667680111554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RgBKp-jEC8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/l2_etZYs8Nw/s320/shy+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    Well one of the LATEST embarrassing moments,, because I ran into a lot of them, is when I went into a shop and was looking for someone who works there to help me out. Suddenly I found one girl looking and smiling to me J so I assumed that she worked there and asked her to come and help… THAT’S when I knew she didn’t work there! I blushed and went to other side of the shop.&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/6990945536843596059-5133054967766729326?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/5133054967766729326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=5133054967766729326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/5133054967766729326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/5133054967766729326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/03/embarrassing-moment.html' title='An embarrassing moment!'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RgBKp-jEC8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/l2_etZYs8Nw/s72-c/shy+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-7361878882435985771</id><published>2007-03-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:07:39.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ive been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RgA-w-jEC7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NwQ39jmy9Zk/s1600-h/idealbite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044100593799662514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RgA-w-jEC7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NwQ39jmy9Zk/s320/idealbite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been tagged by amool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- If there was a fire at your house and you could save only one thing (item) what would that be ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;itd be my folder that contains my artistic graphic prints, i believe they are the most precious thing i have as the art is an expression of your feelings but encoding it in a very nice way plus it reminds me of a period of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- What is the most embarrassing situation you have been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;check my next post&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-3- If you can do over a part of your life, what will you change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm thats hard, I try to live my life to the FULLEST and I learn from my mistakes, but if there were no mistakes I'd never learn. But if i must change something itll be knowing some sick people i met in the university . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-7361878882435985771?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/7361878882435985771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=7361878882435985771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/7361878882435985771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/7361878882435985771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='ive been tagged'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RgA-w-jEC7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NwQ39jmy9Zk/s72-c/idealbite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-3561787557005100009</id><published>2007-03-13T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:19:28.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my passion for the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/Rfcc54_DtJI/AAAAAAAAADw/f_1Uam6_vYA/s1600-h/moon+lightnin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041530088739550354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/Rfcc54_DtJI/AAAAAAAAADw/f_1Uam6_vYA/s320/moon+lightnin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MY PASSION FOR THE MOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is something I love… Hmmm no it's something I adore… No, no it's something MORE THAN LOVE. I always feel that I am related to the moon; that we have kind of relationship between us that no one has. It shares my sorrow and happiness. Whenever am happy it looks bright and amazing happy and when I'm sad I feel it looks down at me in sorrow. I feel that it hears my thoughts and secrets but stays silent and never gives them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Sent me the moon luckily to look after me and protect me. I just love it! When I'm in the car and it follows me and keeps an eye on me so I won't be harmed or hurt. The fact that it lightens the darkness makes me feel great. And when I am home it stays watching me from my window. It's weird to think of it this way, but I feel it's MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why when I say the word "2amari" to someone, it means that this person is so special because he stays by my side and helps me through my problems and fears or when I am happy and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I keep talking about the moon for a few more pages, it is nothing even close to the way I feel towards it. It is always breath taking especially when it’s a full moon. It just brings back sweet old memories. The sight of it just makes me SPEECHLESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RfcfL4_DtKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/O2kUtzYyNec/s1600-h/the+moon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041532597000451234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RfcfL4_DtKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/O2kUtzYyNec/s320/the+moon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-3561787557005100009?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/3561787557005100009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=3561787557005100009' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/3561787557005100009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/3561787557005100009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-passion-for-moon-moon-is-something-i.html' title='my passion for the moon'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/Rfcc54_DtJI/AAAAAAAAADw/f_1Uam6_vYA/s72-c/moon+lightnin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-4919894129349694774</id><published>2007-01-31T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:06:41.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Step Towards My Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDjsJvYuOI/AAAAAAAAACo/89Nz7CwCTj0/s1600-h/fashioneditede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026267531813894370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDjsJvYuOI/AAAAAAAAACo/89Nz7CwCTj0/s200/fashioneditede.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've always wanted to be a FASHION DESIGNER. Fashion design has been my only target since I've been in high school. I used to draw many designs and sketches. It has been haunting my mind and making me more determined in reaching my goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDjA5vYuNI/AAAAAAAAACg/5Gtj98_4A-s/s1600-h/manican.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026266788784552146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDjA5vYuNI/AAAAAAAAACg/5Gtj98_4A-s/s200/manican.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then I delayed a whole semester just to study the major that is closest to my dream. And it is considered to be the basics that every artist or designer has to know in order to be knowledgeable in whatever he/ she wants to be specialized in, which in my case is fashion design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDllpvYuQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WaIqi85tOrM/s1600-h/buttons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026269619168000258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDllpvYuQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WaIqi85tOrM/s200/buttons.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, during my mid-term vacation, I'm training at a tailor place so I can know more about sizes, textiles, cuts… I am having so much fun plus I feel I'm doing something beneficial during this vacation, and of course I am going to complete training for 3 more months till I learn all the basics related to clothing and tailoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDnhpvYuRI/AAAAAAAAADA/rIKEhdkbNwI/s1600-h/thread.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026271749471779090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDnhpvYuRI/AAAAAAAAADA/rIKEhdkbNwI/s200/thread.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My next step is to take a scholarship (inshaAllah) so I can go to Italy, as some professors did recommend me for that scholarship. Moreover, dad has co-workers in Italy too that are in the fashion business, and he might send me there for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDkQpvYuPI/AAAAAAAAACw/yEr8oNJB0ks/s1600-h/fashion_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026268158879119602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDkQpvYuPI/AAAAAAAAACw/yEr8oNJB0ks/s200/fashion_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;May God be with me and help me through reaching my goal. I really wish I can make it one day and be a great designer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDkQpvYuPI/AAAAAAAAACw/yEr8oNJB0ks/s1600-h/fashion_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-4919894129349694774?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/4919894129349694774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=4919894129349694774' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/4919894129349694774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/4919894129349694774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-step-towards-my-dream.html' title='Another Step Towards My Dream'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RcDjsJvYuOI/AAAAAAAAACo/89Nz7CwCTj0/s72-c/fashioneditede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-2791059045520545622</id><published>2007-01-25T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:21:42.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RbktYJvYuLI/AAAAAAAAACI/yYAjl4wG2Wc/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024096752263280818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RbktYJvYuLI/AAAAAAAAACI/yYAjl4wG2Wc/s320/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RbkszZvYuKI/AAAAAAAAACA/41t2UFui-s0/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal… My sis my best friend! We always shared every moment of laughter, sorrow, chatting, talking about people :p And of course, my favorite part of all, the SECRETS! I cry on her shoulders when I feel sad or depressed. I sleep beside her when I'm scared at night or when I feel cold! Hehe! She laughs at my jokes! I always benefit from her comments or opinions and they mean a lot to me. She has made me a better person in a way or another. She always encouraged me and made me feel better!! You are MY INSPIRATION. Last weekend made us much closer since we were alone at home while mom and bro traveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you that I'm truly blessed to have you in my life! I LOVE YOU! And thanks for the sweet card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-2791059045520545622?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/2791059045520545622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=2791059045520545622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/2791059045520545622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/2791059045520545622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/01/sis-amal-my-sis-my-best-friend-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RbktYJvYuLI/AAAAAAAAACI/yYAjl4wG2Wc/s72-c/DSC00446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-1346795083444240025</id><published>2007-01-23T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T12:14:11.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RbZscZvYuJI/AAAAAAAAABw/llGKMP5CXHo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023321669580142738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RbZscZvYuJI/AAAAAAAAABw/llGKMP5CXHo/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KIKI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is especially dedicated to one of my best friends which happens to be a blogger here too J Fed, Fatshino, Feddooooo they all refer to the same guy: FADI! Fadi is a role model to all guys... He is and ambitious, straight forward, decent, down to earth, friendly person. Not to forget that he sings and composes lyrics. PLUS he is a great designer and does short movies! I personally look up to him! Well I thought I'd thank him on my blog because he helped me out a lot through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special thanks to you my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-1346795083444240025?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/1346795083444240025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=1346795083444240025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/1346795083444240025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/1346795083444240025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/01/kiki-this-post-is-especially-dedicated.html' title=''/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RbZscZvYuJI/AAAAAAAAABw/llGKMP5CXHo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-7797782123217119616</id><published>2007-01-12T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:51:09.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new hair styleee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RaeuB_fPTRI/AAAAAAAAABM/Howh2k5By-k/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019171658973269266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RaeuB_fPTRI/AAAAAAAAABM/Howh2k5By-k/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-7797782123217119616?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/7797782123217119616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=7797782123217119616' title='419 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/7797782123217119616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/7797782123217119616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-hair-styleee.html' title='my new hair styleee'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RaeuB_fPTRI/AAAAAAAAABM/Howh2k5By-k/s72-c/DSC00343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>419</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-8002237768557947710</id><published>2007-01-09T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:00:01.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;silkscreens finals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-1-2007 was the day that i should print out my silkscreens final. I went to uni at 8 am and worked on my print until 12! I think I could have done better and I'm not really satisfied about it. Then one of my friends got me something to eat as i was starving, hehe! I was eating peacefully until I noticed that my shirt was coloured with black ink which was left from one of my class mates.. and the challenge was that I had to clean it traight away or it would have stained! I took it off and wore my jacket instead then washed it. I hanged it on the window until my professor came and told me to put it on the heater. What a day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RaQP6rQ3qQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lE1J3pRSYmw/s1600-h/08012007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018153385517885698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RaQP6rQ3qQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lE1J3pRSYmw/s320/08012007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6990945536843596059-8002237768557947710?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/8002237768557947710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=8002237768557947710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/8002237768557947710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/8002237768557947710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/01/silkscreens-finals-8-1-2007-was-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RaQP6rQ3qQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lE1J3pRSYmw/s72-c/08012007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-4448817309762306589</id><published>2007-01-04T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T15:58:52.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending a day with friends:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RZ2UeDdI3tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oxG_slXB9oY/s1600-h/CIMG0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016328804005109458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RZ2UeDdI3tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oxG_slXB9oY/s200/CIMG0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes when u spend time home with friends will be much better than going out 2 a café !! like today ! I had friends over instead of going out ! we had LOTS and LOTS of fun :D thanks gurls LOVE YAA MPWAA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I have been away for a while for some reasonsL but I promise ill write more these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-4448817309762306589?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/4448817309762306589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=4448817309762306589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/4448817309762306589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/4448817309762306589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2007/01/spending-day-with-friendsd.html' title='Spending a day with friends:D'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RZ2UeDdI3tI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oxG_slXB9oY/s72-c/CIMG0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-5240133582355066655</id><published>2006-12-05T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:15:16.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been tagged by raindrop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rules for this tag are:&lt;br /&gt;-Grab the closest book to you&lt;br /&gt;-Open Page 123&lt;br /&gt;-Scroll down to the 5th sentence&lt;br /&gt;-Post the next 3 sentences on your blog&lt;br /&gt;-Name the book and author&lt;br /&gt;-Tag 3 people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXXtl6VQtGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eqKn3QOfx8g/s1600-h/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005167796461548642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXXtl6VQtGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eqKn3QOfx8g/s320/story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The book is for Jeannie Brewer: A Crack in Forever&lt;br /&gt;The 5th sentene on page 123 was: 'Why cant we stay here?'&lt;br /&gt;hehehe !! zabtat il sentence ma3 il blog :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-5240133582355066655?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/5240133582355066655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=5240133582355066655' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/5240133582355066655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/5240133582355066655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-tagged-rules-for-this-tag-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXXtl6VQtGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eqKn3QOfx8g/s72-c/story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-7811243205133863771</id><published>2006-12-04T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:37:10.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXSFpqVQtEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gFLsIS2U6us/s1600-h/kids+jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004772036700058690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXSFpqVQtEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gFLsIS2U6us/s400/kids+jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I was younger I used to LOVE Fridays! It was my favorite day of the week! I would wait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;all week long for FRIDAY! It was the day we go out with our dad wherever we want… We would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;choose to go to OUR FAVOURITE Restaurant JOLIBEEE! Or go to "MUJAMMA3 bank il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2iskan" or DA3SAN! Funny bunny was a good option too! Although now we have more options&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to go to, but I don’t like Fridays anymore! I try to sleep as much as I could, to waste time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;very boring and time passes by soOoOoO slowly. Friday was the day that I'd wear my best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clothes in, while nowadays I stay in my PJs all day long! I miss the old times when everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;was fun, when we used to go out as a family, and I would argue with my brothers where to go to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss when we had nothing to worry about; I used to only think about having fun and more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXSF0aVQtFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EmqnoHFPJ_A/s1600-h/kidsplzzaying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004772221383652434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXSF0aVQtFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EmqnoHFPJ_A/s400/kidsplzzaying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXSF0aVQtFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EmqnoHFPJ_A/s1600-h/kidsplzzaying.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXSF0aVQtFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EmqnoHFPJ_A/s1600-h/kidsplzzaying.jpg"&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/6990945536843596059-7811243205133863771?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/7811243205133863771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=7811243205133863771' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/7811243205133863771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/7811243205133863771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2006/12/fridays-when-i-was-younger-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h9NuKTrYWlY/RXSFpqVQtEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gFLsIS2U6us/s72-c/kids+jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-6438735240374936665</id><published>2006-12-01T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T06:10:08.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/1600/46377/bro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/320/227940/bro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;The goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when it's time for someone to leave! It’s the hardest part, especially when it's someone very close to your heart. This morning, my brother went back to Dubai, after a four-day visit! Farewells are unbearable! I never felt that I'm going to miss him this much until he left in the first time. I just wish I could stop the time and spend some more time with each other! It's really nice to have someone to rely on, hug when you're in a crapy mood, cry on his/her shoulders when u feel like crying and talk all night until you get tired and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/1600/666082/missu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/320/696397/missu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Thanks bro for all the precious moments we spent together these few days, they are priceless to me.. I wish you the best of luck in your work abroad, and God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-6438735240374936665?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/6438735240374936665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=6438735240374936665' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/6438735240374936665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/6438735240374936665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-i-hate-when-its-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-5256584162221567086</id><published>2006-11-25T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:50:36.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ourselves in a Different Prospective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/1600/796860/pink%20light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/320/378613/pink%20light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today, I watched the video of my uncle's wedding... God how I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; to watch myself in video! I was content about the way I looked, danced and acted when I was there! But after I watched the video, &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY&lt;/strong&gt;! I just cant find why I hate to watch or hear my voice from a different prospective!! Is it because we don’t accept the &lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt; of ourselves?? Or because we see the faults before we see the positive and beautiful side??&lt;br /&gt;And the question that’s &lt;em&gt;killing&lt;/em&gt; me! Do &lt;strong&gt;celebrities&lt;/strong&gt; feel the same when they watch themselves at TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-5256584162221567086?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/5256584162221567086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=5256584162221567086' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/5256584162221567086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/5256584162221567086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2006/11/ourselves-in-different-prospective.html' title='Ourselves in a Different Prospective'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-1071502601389012722</id><published>2006-11-23T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:40:37.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something with the letter "B"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/1600/752274/bizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/320/212429/bizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One time, I was with my friends and we were hungry.. We were thinking about getting delivery.. So I jumped from my place and told them, I want to order food from a place that starts with the letter "B".. suddenly i heard the word "BITZA"..o hek be kul 7amas and the person was saying it from all his heart :p I fell of the couch from laughing! My stomache hurt ad ma d7eket.. I had BK in mind.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyways, today I made pizza, for the first time ever.. and I think I'll call it Bitza from now on :) The bitza was great (e7em e7em ) but mom made the dough :$ but i did all the rest :p YESLMO HAL EDEIN ya Tama :) &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/6990945536843596059-1071502601389012722?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/1071502601389012722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=1071502601389012722' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/1071502601389012722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/1071502601389012722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-with-letter-b.html' title='Something with the letter &quot;B&quot;'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6990945536843596059.post-2679442405200468211</id><published>2006-11-23T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T05:49:10.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or not to Blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/1600/915834/43_fashion_advice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/400/409687/43_fashion_advice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/283/853386906352978/1600/28836/43_fashion_advice.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I hesitated a lot before blogging.. But I thought &lt;strong&gt;"why not give it a try"&lt;/strong&gt;.. As this is my first blog, I think I'd write someting about &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. Dynamic, active, crazy, wild..Loving, understanding, loyal (ureedu shrekan.. hehehe ;) Nervous, and so calm at the same time.. I talk a &lt;strong&gt;loooooooooooooooot&lt;/strong&gt; too.. Hope you'll like my blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;ENJOY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6990945536843596059-2679442405200468211?l=tinytama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/feeds/2679442405200468211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6990945536843596059&amp;postID=2679442405200468211' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/2679442405200468211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6990945536843596059/posts/default/2679442405200468211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinytama.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or not to Blog..'/><author><name>Curly Wurly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799338851763047451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
