<?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-17865536</id><updated>2011-11-20T06:01:28.094+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SeReNdIpItY</title><subtitle type='html'>In our darkest hour,
In my deepest despair,
Will you still care,
Will you be there,
In my trials,
And my tribulations,

Through our doubts,
And frustrations,
In my violence,
In my turbulence,
Through my fear,
And my confessions,
In my anguish and my pain,
Through my joy and my sorrow,
In the promise,
Of another tomorrow,
I’ll never let you part,
For you’re always in my heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-116335957145531423</id><published>2006-11-12T22:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:26:11.460+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;THIS IS TO ALL THE GUYS TO GIVE THEM A GOOD LAUGH......AND TO THOSE LADIES WITH A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOUR!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry.  That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;David Bissonette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sacha Guitry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hemant Joshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them.&lt;br /&gt;Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want? Sigmund Freud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week.  A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays." Henry Youngman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sam Kinison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;James Holt McGavran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn't." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Patrick Murray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming 1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it, 2. Whenever you're right, shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Rodney Dangerfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Milton Berle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!" Second Guy "You're lucky, mine's still alive." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-116335957145531423?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116335957145531423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=116335957145531423' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/116335957145531423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/116335957145531423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/marriage.html' 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just by being part of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it. &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/17865536-116335909935180679?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/26-08-06_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/26-08-06_2158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/26-08-06_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/26-08-06_2224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/26-08-06_2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/26-08-06_2226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/26-08-06_2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 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10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/27-08-06_2125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is me with the guys ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-116094042002451790?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116094042002451790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=116094042002451790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/116094042002451790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/116094042002451790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the LoVers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aroud the WORLD &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/17865536-113992181036116185?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113992181036116185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113992181036116185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113992181036116185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113992181036116185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine-day.html' title='...(((( VaLeNtInE DaY ))).....'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113441717279524372</id><published>2005-12-12T22:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:52:52.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>خواطر 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الفصل الدراسي على نهايته و بدات المشاريع تكثر و الوقت صار قليل و مافي نوم و الله يعلم بالحالة ..بس الصراحة هذا شي يفرح عشان انا صرت مشغول و ما صرت افكر كثير ... جلست مع صاحبي قبل كم يوم و قال لي انو انا اتغيرت و اتحسنت كثير عن اخر مرة شافني فيها بعد الاوقات العصيبة اللي مريت بها ..الحمدلله على كل شي ... امكن عشان رتبت اولياتي و صرت ما افكر في شي ما يسوى اصلا و صرت متوقع اي شي و شايف اي حاجة ممكن تصير سواء جيد او سيء ... ما خليت احد من الاناث اللي انا اخذ عليهم او امون عليهم الا و طلبت منهم يبدؤو يبحثو لي عن بنت الحلال عشان تكمل الحياة و تحلو الدنيا ... انا ما عندي مطالب كتيرة بس ابغى واحدة تخاف ربنا و تتقيه ... بس شفتو كيف حاجة مو صعبة صح ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;انا هذه الايام في حالة استقرار و هدوء ... امهد نفسي و اجهزها لاي قدر او حدث ممكن يفاجئني ... شي يضحك جاتني فاتورة التلفون و كانت شوية غالية بسبب النت فقررت عدم استخدام النت من الشقة الا للضرورة انشالله بس اقدر على كده .. و صرت استخدم نت الجامعة ..ابو بلاش كتر منو ... عارف شغل مكاوية بس مشو حالكم ... برضو شغل مكاوية ...  لهذا السبب ما صرت اكتب كتير عشان صرت استصعب المشوار للجامعة ..كسل بعيد عنكم ... انا مستني دحين ماجد صاحبي يخلص من اجتماع عشان مشروع  حقه و يروح الواحد يتعشى ..&lt;br /&gt;على العموم انا راح اوقف دحين و نكمل بعدين انشالله .... &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/17865536-113441717279524372?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113441717279524372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113441717279524372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113441717279524372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113441717279524372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/2.html' title='خواطر 2'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113441616942524315</id><published>2005-12-12T22:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:36:09.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...The Stuff that I bought in BaHrAin ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00229.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00229.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00225.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00225.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00223.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00223.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not post it earlier because there was a problem in posting the pictures I do not know what ? ... but Finally it is there and I hope that the server of KSA can show and do not blocking it ...&lt;br /&gt;they are calenders of my best things in the world .&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Wrestling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are very nice and wonderful from inside ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-113441616942524315?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113441616942524315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113441616942524315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113441616942524315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113441616942524315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/stuff-that-i-bought-in-bahrain.html' title='...The Stuff that I bought in BaHrAin ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113353395420953237</id><published>2005-12-02T17:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:51:14.770+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A WedNeSdAy ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;يوم الاربعاء صحيت من النوم الساعة 4 الفجر على غير عادة و حصلت اتصال من صديقي ماجد اللي راح يكون هذا اخر ترم له في الجامعة ( بالتوفيق يارب ) و طلع ان هو صحي من النوم الساعة 2 الفجر شبعان نوم فاقترحت عليه انو نطلع البحرين فقال قدام و ما جا ت الساعة 9 الصباح الا و احنا في البحرين .&lt;br /&gt;اتمشينا شوية في الاسواق و يعدين فطرنا من فدركرز و دخلنا محل ملتميديا في مجمع السيف الا الان انا ما اعرف اسمو لانه اسمو صعب صراحة . المهم الواحد لو كان معاه فلوس كتير كان اشترى المحل كله . بالنسبة لي انا مجنون افلام و مصارعة المحل كان بيحطمني كل شوية , عليه شوية اشياء مرة فلة ... اشتريت كم حاجة منها ..من الاشياء هادي تقويم سنة 2006 راح اوريكم الصور ...&lt;br /&gt;و قررنا بعدين انو راح ندخل نشوف فيلم عادل امام الجديد (السفارة في العمارة) الفيلم حلو بس مو مرة يضحك هو بس عشان فيه عادل امام مطلع معاه شوية بنات حلوين ... بس الفيلم في رساله حلوة شوية و تدق بعض الناس .. ( فكروا فيها لما تشوفها ) ... على العموم في شوية افلام امريكية حلوة كمان بس مع السطلة الواحد ما قدر يدخل واحد منها ... و بعد الفيلم ضربنا المكرونة الاليمة من محل متخصص مكرونة يستاهل بس تطلع البحرين عشانو ... و بعدها الواحد رسميا تنح و اتسطل و اخدنا لفة و لفتين اكتشاف في البحرين و عدنا الى ديارنا مسطولين من قلة النوم ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لي معاكم خبر زين يارسول السلامة لا تخيب ظنوني ...&lt;br /&gt;بسالك عن البحرين كيف اهل المنامة عادهم يذكروني ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&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/17865536-113353395420953237?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113353395420953237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113353395420953237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113353395420953237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113353395420953237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/wednesday.html' title='A WedNeSdAy ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113346749192561811</id><published>2005-12-01T23:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:04:52.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs Of The Year 2005 ( FuNnY)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2005, WHEN??.. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave. *&lt;br /&gt;*2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years. *&lt;br /&gt;*3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of four. *&lt;br /&gt;*4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you. *&lt;br /&gt;*5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they *&lt;br /&gt;*don't have e-mail addresses. *&lt;br /&gt;*6. You go home after a long day at work and still answer the phone in a *&lt;br /&gt;*business manner. *&lt;br /&gt;*7. You make phone calls from home and accidentally dial "9" to get an *&lt;br /&gt;*outside line. *&lt;br /&gt;*8. You've sat at the same desk for four years and worked for three different *&lt;br /&gt;*companies. *&lt;br /&gt;*10. You learn about your redundancy on the 11 o'clock news. *&lt;br /&gt;*11. Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job. *&lt;br /&gt;*12 You pull up in your own driveway and use your mobile phone to see if *&lt;br /&gt;*anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries. *&lt;br /&gt;*13. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the *&lt;br /&gt;*screen. *&lt;br /&gt;*14. Leaving the house without your mobile phone, which you didn't have for *&lt;br /&gt;*the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and *&lt;br /&gt;*you turn around to go and get it. *&lt;br /&gt;*15. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee. *&lt;br /&gt;*16. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. :) *&lt;br /&gt;*17. You're reading this and nodding and laughing. *&lt;br /&gt;*18. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this *&lt;br /&gt;*message. *&lt;br /&gt;*19. You are too busy to notice there was no number 9 on this list. *&lt;br /&gt;*20. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a number 9 on *&lt;br /&gt;*this list. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING AT YOURSELF.&lt;/span&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/17865536-113346749192561811?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113346749192561811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113346749192561811' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113346749192561811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113346749192561811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/12/signs-of-year-2005-funny.html' title='Signs Of The Year 2005 ( FuNnY)'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113322425201815893</id><published>2005-11-29T03:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T03:30:52.070+03:00</updated><title type='text'>... PICK YOUR BiRtHdAy MoNtH ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JANUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses.Likes to criticize.Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts.Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed.Ratherreserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds.Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children.Loyal.Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn and money cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever.Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy.Temperamental.Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom.Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.Gets angry really easily but choose not to show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn.Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside.Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift! . ! Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved.Sensitive.Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity.Aggressive when provoked.Sensitive to others. Loves to hel p others. Not easily angered.Trustworthy.Defends others.Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others.Varied interests.Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention.Strong belief system.Hasty in trusting others. Loves home decors. Musically talented.Depends on friends.Loves special things. Moody and easily hurt. A giving lover.Very loyal.Deep Thinker.Feels deeply. A romantic.Loves to be loved. Thrifty. Loves down time alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret.Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality.Loves attention.Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous.Emotional.Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates ones elf and others.Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated.Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention.Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint.Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck.Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts.Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children.Hardworking. High spirited.Spendthrift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind.Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best.Temperamental.Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative.Daydreamer.Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character.Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored.Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive.Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JULY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation.Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings.Tactful.Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving.Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy.Wary and sharp.Judges people through observations. Hard! working. No difficulties in studying.Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends.Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends.Not aggressive unless provoked.Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AUGUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless.Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others.Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises.Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous &amp; Observant.Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense.Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring.Loves to make friends.. ( &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;THaTs ME&lt;/span&gt; ) ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized.Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn.Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed.Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident.Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable.Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings.Very choosy, especially in relationships.!Systematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Does not Lie Or Pretend.Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends.Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated.Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance.Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and ! easily jealous.Concerned.Loves outdoors. Just and fair.Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence.Loves children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward.Unique and brilliant. Ex traordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality.Secretive.Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises.High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions.Romantic.Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities.Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions.Unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions.Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations.Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention.Loves to be loved.Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions.Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. 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PICK YOUR BiRtHdAy MoNtH ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113271391197043690</id><published>2005-11-23T05:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:20:40.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'>خواطر 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;هل يمكن ان تكون الحياة يوما فارغة ..لا شيء يملؤها مهما حاولنا ان نشغل انفسنا باشياء هي في الاغلب ليست ذات اهمية بالنسبة لنا و في الحقيقة لا تعني لنا شيئا ..ولكنها على اقل تقدير تقوم بواجبها في تلك اللحظة فلا تسمح لنا بالتفكير لمدة بسيطة كيف اصبحت الحياة فارغة فجاة و تبدا الافكار الجيدة منها و السيئة تاخذنا من مكان الى مكان و من موقف الى موقف و من مدينة الى مدينة و من ذكرى الى ذكرى اخرى ... و نضيع بعد ذلك و نضل عن طريق العودة الى الواقع .. و فجاة نعي ما نفكر و نشكر الله على جميع الاحوال ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ما الذي يجعل الحياة فارغة .. لم اكن اتوقع ان مثل هذا الامر من الممكن ان يتحقق و لكن الان انا اشعر به في كل لحظة في حياتي ... ان البعد عن الله عز وجل هو من احد الاسباب و اخطرها و لكنني احاول القيام بالواجبات دائما ..لن اصبح ملتزما و لا ارى نفسي هكذا للاسف .. و ادعو الله ان يهديني دوما و لكن ما يجعل هذا الشعور يراودني هو ليس البعد عن الله و الحمد لله على ذلك ... و لكن عندما يفقد الانسان منا شخص مهم بالنسبة له او لاخصص الموقف ..عندما يفقد الرجل اهم امراة في حياته ... عندئذ يدرك الرجل ان حياته فارغة ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لقد بدا شعوري هذا بعد فقداني لروحي الاولى ..امي ( الله يرحمها) ... هذه المراه العظيمة التي لا تكفيني اوراق او اقلام الدنيا حتى اصفها او اكفيها حقها .. لقد قامت بجميع واجباتها الدينية و الدنيوية على اتم و جه و اكمله ... رحمك لله و تغمد روحك الجنة الواسعة و اسكنك فسيح جناتك و نقاك من الذنوب و الخطايا كما ينقى الثوب الابيض من الدنس .... كم كنت ان اتمنى ان اكون بجانبها في تلك للحظة و ان اسلم عليها و ان اسمعها تذكر اسمي على لسانها و ان امسك بيدها ..لكن هذه مشيئة الله سبحانه و تعالى ان اكون في مدينة اخرى اقوم بما تمنته هي الا و احصل على شهادة الماجستير ... الحمد لله على كل شيء .. ... لا اخفيكم لقد بدات الافكار تراودني بكثرة الان و يجب علي الخروج لتغيير حالتي قليلا ... لاغيب عن الواقع لبضع ساعات ........&lt;br /&gt;&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/17865536-113271391197043690?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113271391197043690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113271391197043690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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قد جفت وضاع عبيرها ولم يبقى منها غير الأشواك فلا تنسى أنها منحتك عطراً جميلاً أسعدك...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا تكسر أبدا كل الجسور مع من تحب...فربما شاءت الأقدار لكما يوماً لقاء يوماً آخر يعيد مامضى ويصل ما انقطع...فإذا كان العمر الجميل قد رحل...فمن يدري ربما انتظرك عمر أجمل...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وإذا قررت يوما أن تترك حبيباً فلا تترك له جرحاً فمن أعطانا قلباً لا يستحق أبدا منا أن نغرس فيه سهماً او نترك له لحظه الم تشقيه... وما أجمل أن تبقى بيننا لحظات الزمن الجميل... وإذا فرقت الأيام بينكما فلا تتذكر لمن كنت تحب غير كل إحساس صادق...ولا تتحدث عنه إلا بكل ماهو رائع ونبيل...فقد أعطاك قلباً...وأعطيته عمرا وليس هناك أغلى من القلب والعمر في حياة الإنسان...وإذا جلست يوماً وحيداً تحاول أن تجمع حولك ظلال أيام جميلة عشتها مع من تحب، اترك بعيداً كل مشاعر الألم والوحشة التي فرقت بينكما... حاول أن تجمع في دفاترك كل الكلمات الجميلة التي سمعتها ممن تحب...وكل الكلمات الصادقة التي قلتها لمن تحب...واجعل في أيامك مجموعة من الصور الجميلة لهذا الإنسان الذي سكن قلبك يوماً... ملامحه... وبريق عينيه الحزين...وابتسامته في لحظة صفاء...ووحشته في لحظه ضيق...والأمل الذي كبر بينكما يوماً...وترعرع حتى وإن كان قد ذبل ومات... إذا سألوك يوماً عن إنسان أحببته فلا تقل سراً كان بينكما...ولا تحاول ابداً تشويه الصورة الجميلة لهذا الإنسان الذي أحببته اجعل من قلبك مخبأ سرياً لكل اسرار هو حكاياته فالحب أخلاق قبل أن يكون مشاعر... وإذا شاءت الأقدار واجتمع الشمل يوماً فلا تبدأ بالعتاب والهجاء والشجن وحاول أن تتذكر آخر لحظه حب بينكما لكي تصل الماضي بالحاضر ولا تفتش عن أشياء مضت لان الذي ضاع ...ضاع...والحاضر أهم كثيراً من الماضي...ولحظة اللقاء أجمل بكثير من ذكريات وداع موحش...&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/17865536-113258185129164635?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113258185129164635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>...The LiFe Can Be ChAnGed In A MoMeNt ...</title><content type='html'>One day, when I was a freshman in high school,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.&lt;br /&gt;His name was Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like he was carrying all of his books&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, "&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He must really be a nerd."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him&lt;br /&gt;They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;As I handed him his glasses, I said, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Those guys are jerks.They really should get lives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Hey thanks!".&lt;/span&gt;There was a big smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.&lt;br /&gt;He said he had gone to private school before now.&lt;br /&gt;I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.&lt;br /&gt;We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.&lt;br /&gt;He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped him and said, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!"&lt;/span&gt; He just laughed and handed me half the books.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;When we were seniors, we began to think about college.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle was valedictorian of our class.&lt;br /&gt;I teased him all the time about being a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;He had to prepare a speech for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak Graduation day, I saw Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.&lt;br /&gt;He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, sometimes I was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;I could see that he was nervous about his speech.&lt;br /&gt;So, I smacked him on the back and said, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" &lt;/span&gt;He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Thanks,"&lt;/span&gt; he said.&lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.&lt;br /&gt;He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.&lt;br /&gt;He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.!&lt;br /&gt;"Thankfully, I was saved.&lt;br /&gt;My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."&lt;br /&gt;I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weake! st moment.&lt;br /&gt;I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.&lt;br /&gt;Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;With one small gesture you can change a person's life.&lt;br /&gt;For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow is mystery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is a gift.&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/17865536-113252444045861171?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113252444045861171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113252444045861171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113252444045861171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113252444045861171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-can-be-changed-in-moment.html' title='...The LiFe Can Be ChAnGed In A MoMeNt ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113235863141710862</id><published>2005-11-19T03:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T03:25:55.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>... A Thaughtfull Story ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a small town where everyone lived as a family.&lt;br /&gt;The town was consisted of few families who also worked in it. Some families were bigger than others, more powerful, &amp; some had spent more time working in town.&lt;br /&gt;Each of the families had a shop &amp;amp; a farm. But the size of their shops &amp; farms differed.&lt;br /&gt;One of the families was the biggest in size, the most powerful, its members differed in years working in town, had a small shop, &amp;amp; they had the biggest farm of all families (which was feeding the family &amp; bring them lots of money from selling eggs, chicken, milk, butter, sheep, &amp;amp; cows to the other families).&lt;br /&gt;All other families were smaller in size with medium &amp; little power, less in members, &amp;amp; years of work in town. They also had bigger shops with very small farms that only served their own needs.&lt;br /&gt;The old mayor of this town retired, &amp; a new mayor was in charge.&lt;br /&gt;This new mayor wanted to be fair with everyone in town, everyone who'd visit, the country's ruler, &amp;amp; of course also be pleased with his fairness in doing his hard work.&lt;br /&gt;With his learning of the town's ins &amp; outs, he discovered lots of ways of improvements in town &amp;amp; its people. He went through with some &amp; was having difficulties with others.&lt;br /&gt;One of the days had come when a very old cash cow of the biggest &amp;amp; most powerful family had to be slaughtered &amp; sold as meat.&lt;br /&gt;When this family did so, one of the new very small families went to the mayor asking for the old cow's profit to be split among the whole town, with asking for their small family to get the biggest chunk of that money. The mayor listened to them till the end. And when the mayor reminded this small family that he had given its members more subsidies than all of the other older members of all of the families, they were not yet convinced, &amp;amp; still wanted a big chunk of the old cow's profit.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was clear to the fair mayor that the sweet talk won't give any benefit with this greedy family. And he told them that they do not deserve any of the old cow's profit since it wasn't even theirs &amp; it was the profit of the family that had the great old cash cow.&lt;br /&gt;End of the logical happy-ending-story.&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;But looking at the devil's advocate:&lt;br /&gt;The sweet mayor -for one reason or another- gives this small family what they wanted &amp;amp; gives everyone a share of the old cow's profit. Giving the biggest chunk to the smallest family, leaving the old cow's owners with a very small profit of their hard working years with their cash cow to be split upon their large family.&lt;br /&gt;Shocked with how the fair mayor took such a decision, the cow's owners went to him asking for justice to be made.&lt;br /&gt;The mayor, as sweet as he could be, turned them down by saying that everything is down, it's just an old cow, &amp; the small family needs the money to grow.&lt;br /&gt;The cow's family replied that no matter what, the cow's profit is logically theirs. Moreover, their members are not getting the same subsidies from the mayor as did the small new family. Which with the cow's profit, their members would do greater work in town by getting better cash to live in the better level that the new small family members are pampered with from their beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Not answering to the cow's family, the mayor did not do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the past years, the members of the biggest &amp;amp; most powerful family had received lots of invitations &amp; requests to travel, live, &amp;amp; work in better levels &amp; subsidies in other towns nearby. Loyally enough, these requests were studied a bit but rejected believing that "Family" comes first, that they have the best town, the best future, &amp;amp; the best fair mayor they could have.&lt;br /&gt;But with the madness in the air, the sad frustrated unjustly-treated family went back home to pack &amp; leave to the nearest town. Not just to live in a higher level, with lots of extra subsidies &amp;amp; improvements. They wanted fairness.&lt;br /&gt;With such recklessness, the town collapsed with the move of its biggest &amp; most powerful family &amp;amp; farm to another town leaving this town with a troubled mayor, a great gap in the town's structure, some small families &amp; one very new small greedy one.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: No matter how loyal &amp;amp; hard working you are, people might take you for grunted. If you were, ask for your rights &amp;amp; do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-113235863141710862?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113235863141710862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113235863141710862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113235863141710862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113235863141710862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/thaughtfull-story.html' title='... A Thaughtfull Story ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113200477060825310</id><published>2005-11-15T00:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:46:10.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>... The WorK Like U never thaink about it THAT WaY ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After 2 years of devoted service, an Employee realized that he has not been promoted, no salary increase no commendation and that the company is not doing any thing about it. One morning he walk up to his manager and after exchanging greetings, he told his manager his observation. The boss looked at him, laughed and asked him to sit down saying; My friend, you have not worked here for even one day. The man was surprised to hear this, but the manager went on to explain. Let me explain….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- How many days are there in a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- 365 days and some times 366&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- how many hours make up a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- How long do you work in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- 8am to 4pm. i. e. 8 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- So, what fraction of the day do you work in hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- (He did some arithmetic and said 8/24 hours ie. 1/3(one third)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- That is nice of you! What is one-third of 366 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- 122 (1/3x366 - 122 in days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- Do you come to work on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- No sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- How many days are there in a year that are weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- 52 Thursdays and 52 Fridays equals to 104 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- Thanks for that. If you remove 104 days from 122 days,how manydays do you now have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- 18 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- OK! I do give you 1 week sick leave every year approximately. Now remove that 7 days from the 18 days left. How many days do you have remaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- 11 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- Do you work on Eid holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- No sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- Deduct the Eid holidays (11-10).... 5 days for Eid al Fitr and 5 days for Eid al Adha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- So how many days are left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- 1 day sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- Do you come to work on the (National day )?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- No sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- So how many days are left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- None sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt;:- So, what are you claiming for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;:- I understood Sir ! Thank you sir for all the money you have been giving me. I am sorry for trying to steal from the Company!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THATS THE BOTTOM LINE CAUSE SALAH SAID SO&lt;br /&gt;&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/17865536-113200477060825310?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113200477060825310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113200477060825310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113200477060825310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113200477060825310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/work-like-u-never-thaink-about-it-that.html' title='... The WorK Like U never thaink about it THAT WaY ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113085578794390057</id><published>2005-11-01T17:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:40:46.936+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...{{ To My DeAr SiStEr }} ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/mix%20(17).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/mix%20%2817%29.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is somthing woderful to have a sister ... it is more wonderful if this sister is a great and adorable sister ... it is the only good thing left in my life after my mother passed away ( allah yer7amha) ... since my mother(god bless her soul) and my sister (shorooq) ( sunrise) is taking care of the responsibilites of the house ...it is true that I am not living in the house because of my studying but I always come in the vecation ..and the way she can handle two old people who want everything by the book is great ... she is taking my mother place and I worried because I dont want her to see what my mother saw from these habits and old regulation of the old people but honestly I admire her alot .. I hope she will finish her degree and to have a great husband who can really appreciate her the way she deserve ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the last day of ramadan I am saying that I love my sister and I wesh the happeniss to her all her life inshalla ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To SHOROOQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and thats the bottom line cause salah said so ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-113085578794390057?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113085578794390057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113085578794390057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113085578794390057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113085578794390057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-my-dear-sister.html' title='...{{ To My DeAr SiStEr }} ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113078007995091164</id><published>2005-10-31T20:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:34:39.976+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...(( My CaUsIn )) ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/PA310007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/PA310007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Rowena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lemar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/PA310006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/PA310006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Rowena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( the older sister )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/PA310005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/PA310005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lemar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( the younger and looks like Meg Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they just have a new hair cut ,, they looks wonderful and adorable ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will post another pictures of them in al-3eed inshalla &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and by the way poeple &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY EID TO ALL OF YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AND THATS THE BOTTOM LINE CAUSE SALAH SAID SO&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/17865536-113078007995091164?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113078007995091164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113078007995091164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113078007995091164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113078007995091164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-causin.html' title='...(( My CaUsIn )) ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-113035367096817489</id><published>2005-10-26T22:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:07:50.976+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...the Start of THE eid al-feter vecation ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;hey people, whats up and how is everybody is doing, RAMADAN is almost finished, what a lovely month, I start my vecation and now I am in riyadh . by the way I am from jeddah and my family is in jeddah but if u asked what the hell I am doing in riyadh I will tell that I am forced to do that by the  (saudi airlines) ( we glad to help to u ) ... whatever , the only reservation I found was from riyadh to jeddah on saturday the 26th of ramadan .. so I went to riyadh with one of my friends ( majid ) an I am satying in his house until saturday ... it is very difficult to me not spending ramadan with my family and though I am going to home this saturday ,still ramadan and every special moment will not be the same again woth out my mother.. I miss her phone calls to me asking what am I doing or if I need somthing . nowadays I forgot what the tone of my phone... these time of year she will ask u to buy new clothes and to give money and try to give the best time eid always ... but ont this time ... thanx allah for everything ... there is no body else in this world could take the place of ur mother ..people who still have their mother believe me take care of them ..it is not worth make them sad or angry or even drop a single tear because of u ... you will never know the value of your mother until she is gone to god ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I dont wanna be sad all the time but there is no chance to have fun in the future it seems to me ... I dont wanna be this guy ... but it still coming and taking all over my mind ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;it is difficult when you live without a dream , without a goal in your life ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;but I am muslim and I am always thanx ALLAH for everything  and hoping for the best .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;see ya people ..and HAppy EId &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THATS THE BOTTOM LINE CAUSE SALAH SAID SO ...&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/17865536-113035367096817489?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/113035367096817489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=113035367096817489' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113035367096817489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/113035367096817489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/start-of-eid-al-feter-vecation.html' title='...the Start of THE eid al-feter vecation ....'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112991238360768247</id><published>2005-10-21T19:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T19:33:03.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'>::--JESS--::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/my%20jessica%20(741).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/my%20jessica%20%28741%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I just want to lay next to you for awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You look so beautiful tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your eyes are so lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Your mouth is so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A lot of people misunderstand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That's because they don't know me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I just want to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love you so much&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/17865536-112991238360768247?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112991238360768247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112991238360768247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112991238360768247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112991238360768247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/jess.html' title='::--JESS--::'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112989792757910150</id><published>2005-10-21T15:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T15:32:07.586+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:::The ClAsSiC Photojournalism TeSt:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally.&lt;br /&gt;This test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision. Remember that your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You are in Florida, Miami to be specific.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;There is chaos all around caused by a hurricane with severe flooding.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;This is a flood of biblical proportions.&lt;br /&gt;You are a photojournalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;The situation is nearly hopeless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You're trying to shoot career-making photos.&lt;br /&gt;There are houses and people swirling around you...some disappearing under the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nature is unleashing all of its destructive fury.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you see a man floundering in the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You move closer...somehow the man looks familiar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You suddenly realize who it is.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;It's George W. Bush!   At the same time you notice that the raging waters are about to take him under... forever.&lt;br /&gt;You have the two options:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;1) You can save the life of George W Bush,&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2) you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the world's most powerful men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*feigns shock*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;So here's the question, and please give an honest answer:&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;Would you select high contrast color film, or would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;*grin*&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/17865536-112989792757910150?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112989792757910150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112989792757910150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112989792757910150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112989792757910150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/classic-photojournalism-test.html' title=':::The ClAsSiC Photojournalism TeSt:::'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112981594344525443</id><published>2005-10-20T16:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:45:43.496+03:00</updated><title type='text'>--(( My ApArTmEnT PrOjEcTs))--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; GiVe Us A BrEaK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;HaRrY PoTtEr CaStLe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;FaNtAsY PlAcE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A BaHrAiN SiTe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ThE PeRfEcT C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-112981594344525443?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112981594344525443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112981594344525443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112981594344525443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112981594344525443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-apartment-projects.html' title='--(( My ApArTmEnT PrOjEcTs))--'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112974603251473328</id><published>2005-10-19T21:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:20:32.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'>... THE NEW KoRnIcH in AL-KhoBar ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/DSC00099.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/17865536-112974603251473328?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112974603251473328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112974603251473328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112974603251473328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112974603251473328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-kornich-in-al-khobar.html' title='... THE NEW KoRnIcH in AL-KhoBar ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112974324229814938</id><published>2005-10-19T20:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:34:02.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>... WhEn The HeArT SpEaK --( JusT A LiFe )--...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel that I did a lot of mistakes. I don’t know why but sometimes I consider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my love as a mistake. Believe me I feel that way, u want to know why cause I am the only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one who appreciate that love , I am the inventor of this love and u ,what can I say about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u just setting watch me how I suffer from it with a huge smile on your face. I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; how u can do it. But I will say something which I am honest  in it . I love u more than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anything in this world ,more than myself. U became like a dream to me . I like every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing u do .I love u when u r smiling, when u r crying, when u r angry, when u hate, when  u love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love the way u talk ,the way u dress, the way u sleep, the way u act about something, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; way u laugh , the way u walk ,the way u eat, the way u drink, and the way u look to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say”hi” . that’s a tiny piece from what I feel. U know when someone love, like how I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; love,  I am always thinking of u, I am imagining u in front of me every time every place, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wrote your name in every thing in my books, in my notes, in my phone, in my password,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my heart. I can do whatever u want me to do, I will take my heart and my soul put it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a box and close it and give the key to u, to enjoy playing with my heart. When I say every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; thing I just say it before and u pretend not listening to it. how then u want me not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; considering this love as a mistake. U destroyed my life for a while, I became someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost without any identity. I know that u say it is not u fault, but I want u to know how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will be a liar if I say that I don’t try to forget u but the fact is that I cant do this. Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love u, I love u, I love u, I don’t want u when u read this u feel terrible for me. I just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want u to know that how much I love u………………………………………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; N              N              N              N              N              N              N              N              N              N&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/17865536-112974324229814938?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112974324229814938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112974324229814938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112974324229814938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112974324229814938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-heart-speak-just-life.html' title='... WhEn The HeArT SpEaK --( JusT A LiFe )--...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112974273063307092</id><published>2005-10-19T20:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:25:30.643+03:00</updated><title type='text'>--(( My JeSsIcA ))--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/my%20jessica%20(739).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/my%20jessica%20%28739%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Full Name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jessica Marie Alba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Date of Birth:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tuesday, April 28, 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Place of Birth:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pomona, California USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Background:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Father (Spanish/Mexican-American) Mother (French/Danish)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5'6 1/2"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bust:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;34"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Waist:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;25"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hips:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;34"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Size:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hair:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Light Brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eyes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Shoe:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AND THATS THE BOTTOM LINE CAUSE SALAH SAID SO ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-112974273063307092?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112974273063307092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112974273063307092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112974273063307092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112974273063307092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-jessica.html' title='--(( My JeSsIcA ))--'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112965246195473533</id><published>2005-10-18T19:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:21:01.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WhO SaYs MeN DoN't ReMeMbEr AnNiVeRsArIeS... --(Ta7SheEsH StOrY)--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;A woman awakes during the night to find that her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband was not in their bed. She puts on her robe&lt;br /&gt;and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in&lt;br /&gt;front of him. He appears deep in thought, just staring&lt;br /&gt;at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his&lt;br /&gt;eye and takes a sip of coffee. "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What's the matter,&lt;br /&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;?" she whispers as she steps into the room, "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;are you down here at this time of night&lt;/span&gt;?". The husband&lt;br /&gt;looks up, "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you remember 20 years ago when we were&lt;br /&gt;dating, and you were only 16&lt;/span&gt;?" he asks solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband&lt;br /&gt;is so caring and sensitive. "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, I do&lt;/span&gt;" she&lt;br /&gt;replies. The husband pauses. The words are not coming&lt;br /&gt;easily. "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you remember when your father caught us&lt;br /&gt;in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;of my car making love&lt;/span&gt;?" "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, I remember&lt;/span&gt;" says the&lt;br /&gt;wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him. The&lt;br /&gt;husband continues... "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you remember when he shoved a&lt;br /&gt;shotgun in my face and said, "Either you marry my&lt;br /&gt;daughter, or I will send you to jail for 20 years&lt;/span&gt;?'"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I remember that too&lt;/span&gt;" she replies softly. He wipes&lt;br /&gt;another tear from his cheek and says... "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;have gotten out today!!!!"&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/17865536-112965246195473533?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112965246195473533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112965246195473533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112965246195473533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112965246195473533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-says-men-dont-remember.html' title='WhO SaYs MeN DoN&apos;t ReMeMbEr AnNiVeRsArIeS... --(Ta7SheEsH StOrY)--'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112965197956411463</id><published>2005-10-18T19:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:12:59.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OlE BlUe ... --(FuNnY StOrY)--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;A young Southern boy goes off to college, but about 1/3 way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered the money his parents gave him.  Then he gets an idea. He calls his daddy. "Dad," he says, "you won't believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with! Why, they actually have a program here that will teach Ole Blue how to talk!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's absolutely amazing!" his father says. "How do I get him in that program?""Just send him down here with $1000," the boy says, "I'll get him into the course."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, his father sends the dog and the $1000. About 2/3 way through the semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his father again."So how's Ole Blue doing, son?" his father asks."Awesome, dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you just won't believe this! They've had such good results with this program, that they've implemented a new one to teach the animals how to READ!""READ," says his father, "No kidding! What do I have to do to get him in that program?""Just send $1,500, I'll get him in the class. "His father sends the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The boy has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out that the dog can neither talk nor read. So he shoots the dog. When he gets home, his father is all excited."Where's Ole Blue? I just can't wait to see him talk and read something!""Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. This morning, when I got out of the shower, Ole Blue was in the living room kicking back in the recliner, reading the morning paper, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messin' around with that little redhead who lives on Oak Street?'The father says, "I hope you SHOT that son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!"&lt;br /&gt;"I sure did, Dad!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's my boy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/17865536-112965197956411463?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112965197956411463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112965197956411463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112965197956411463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112965197956411463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/ole-blue-funny-story.html' title='OlE BlUe ... --(FuNnY StOrY)--'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112948078938681093</id><published>2005-10-16T19:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:41:50.470+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE BesT MotHer EveR ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/mom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/mom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON HER SOUL ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY LIFE IS NoTHiNg WithoUt You ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALLAH YER7AMEK ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;MY MOM (E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/17865536-112948078938681093?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112948078938681093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112948078938681093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112948078938681093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112948078938681093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-mother-ever.html' title='ThE BesT MotHer EveR ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112939039806130461</id><published>2005-10-15T18:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:09:51.516+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CAR ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/IMGA0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/IMGA0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is my amazing CAR mashalla , it is FORD MONDEO the colour is dark blue or what we called navy, the model is 2004 , by the way I dont know alot about the cars in general but I love mine because it is the first and it is mine ... :-) ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/IMGA0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/IMGA0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;An inside veiw of the car,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/IMGA0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="30" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/IMGA0380.jpg" width="68" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The front side of the car,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/IMGA03811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/IMGA03811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt; I call my car MONDEOGO .... now my car complete one year , ye'7zi al3een , so ==&gt; happy aniversary one year to my car .... hey I will do a little marketing (postioning) = it is a good car to buy and drive ... FORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;FOR ONLY RICH DUDES ... F.O.R.D&lt;br /&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/17865536-112939039806130461?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112939039806130461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112939039806130461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112939039806130461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112939039806130461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-car.html' title='MY CAR ...'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112932282428129873</id><published>2005-10-15T09:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:47:04.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A LiFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;SALAH has come back to appreciate his life .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;today is the 14 of october 2005 corresponding to 11 of Ramadan 1426 .... the day I start this page .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I hope it is going to be what I want and to your people to have a little fun reading about my LIFE ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it will be 4ever inshalla ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND THATS THE BOTTOM LINE ... CAUSE SALAH SAID SO ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-112932282428129873?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112932282428129873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112932282428129873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112932282428129873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112932282428129873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-life.html' title='It&apos;s A LiFE'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112933422543004626</id><published>2005-10-15T02:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T02:57:05.430+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The New BeaCH (cont....)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/Picture(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/Picture%2819%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it is me with friends at the new beach ... I am in the middle ... do not miss it ... u feel like u r outside saudi arabia ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-112933422543004626?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112933422543004626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112933422543004626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112933422543004626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112933422543004626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-beach-cont.html' title='The New BeaCH (cont....)'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865536.post-112933319057291975</id><published>2005-10-15T02:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T02:39:50.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The New BeaCh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/1600/Picture(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2264/1733/320/Picture%2822%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the new beach in al-khobar .... called al-shibeeli ... it is wonderful and very nice ... it is the first time I see a beach in saudi arabia like this ... people u should visit it ... the sand is very cooool ... I wrote my name on it ... I hope u can read it  ....  see ya ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THATS THE BOTTOM LINE ... CASUE SALAH SAID SO ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865536-112933319057291975?l=live-for-your-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/feeds/112933319057291975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865536&amp;postID=112933319057291975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112933319057291975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865536/posts/default/112933319057291975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-for-your-life.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-beach.html' title='The New BeaCh'/><author><name>salah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04497794693966915891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.picturehosting.org/thumbs/mondeogo/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
