<?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-31862992</id><updated>2011-08-20T22:20:43.229+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-116931356095196035</id><published>2007-01-20T20:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:19:21.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was six-k's first run on the gulf. 6ab3an as expected i arrived there 20 minutes late, so i wasnt surprised that i didnt see anyone i knew there. anyways i thought to myself am here so i might as well have a quick jog. so i go at it starting from hard rock till i got to the scientific center. now i have been goint to the gym about everyday and believe me jogging outside in this beautiful weather is a much needed change of scenery, much better then staring at the small screen on the treadmil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/713466/DSC00503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/819576/DSC00503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i got to the end when i saw 2 guys runing and wearing 2 cool 6-k t-shirts. after that we joined the rest of the group, some jogged, others ran, while most (including me) walked the rest of the way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/66936/6krun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/286942/6krun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i have to admit this turned out to be better then i expected, i saw some old friends and met new interesting guys n girls. this is really a cool way to exercise and do something different for a change, i dont know when the next run is but i will keep u guys updated if anyone is interested, take care u guys :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/394219/start.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/742474/start.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/713466/DSC00503.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-116931356095196035?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116931356095196035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116931356095196035' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116931356095196035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116931356095196035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-six-ks-first-run-on-gulf.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-116906095420254796</id><published>2007-01-17T21:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:09:14.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/630418/n501485104_26198_5007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/72958/n501485104_26198_5007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;this is from the founder of the club:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 6K Club is an idea i've had for a long time. After my stuggle with weight my entire life, i've done something about and keep doing something about it everyday. Loosing weight is difficult but maintaining is even more difficult. I wanted a place where people can meet, network, talk, and run. I ran 3 miles a day and i lost 140 pounds, running was my best friend. If i can do it so can you. Who should join?Everyone, literally. People on a diet, people planning to go on a diet, people who are just into running, people who like talking long walks and sweating a little, people who are young,old,men &amp; women, local and foregin. This is a place where no one is skinny, no one is fat, no one is cute and no one is ugly, we are just getting together to have a good time and sweat a little while were doing it. :D Hope to see you here soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first run is on Saturday, January 20th, 2006. Time 4:00 pm sharp. Where? Parking just after you pass hard rock on the right. I'm sure you won't miss us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a cool way to excersise and meet people have have fun and all. if u need some more info on this contact jasem on &lt;a href="mailto:the6kclub@hotmail.com"&gt;the6kclub@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if your thinking 6 kilometers is too much, well i agree with you, for starters it is a lot, i mean i could only do 4 in almost 40 minutes, anyways this is why this club is a good idea, it should give some sort of motivation to reach that level of fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/924519/DSC00501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/858157/DSC00501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/802934/DSC00502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/799773/DSC00502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways i hope to see you all there this week or in the coming weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take care :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-116906095420254796?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116906095420254796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116906095420254796' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116906095420254796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116906095420254796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-from-founder-of-club-6k-club.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-116838023319265137</id><published>2007-01-10T00:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T03:00:25.643+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/680336/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/942987/confused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;seriously, what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;isnt it confusing?&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/31862992-116838023319265137?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116838023319265137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116838023319265137' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116838023319265137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116838023319265137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2007/01/seriously-what-do-you-want-isnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-116799923484441059</id><published>2007-01-05T12:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:19:24.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'>saddam, dead bloggers and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/997424/46im000958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/131471/46im000958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember shortly after the liberation of Kuwait in '91 I started to fantasize, or rather imagine what, when and how Saddam will meet his end. I imagined him captured and dragged back to the streets of Kuwait where he would be bludgeoned to death. I imagined how happy I would feel, how happy the rest of the country would feel about his death. I imagined us celebrating on the streets with flags and chants of free Kuwait and all. But with time I stopped thinking about it, and eventually stopped caring. When it finally happened, I felt sorry for that old broken man standing there alone. Watching the execution gave me no satisfaction, no peace of mind at all. I really did feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/871402/BlogTipping.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/584796/BlogTipping.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Anyways, enough about that, I wanna talk about dead bloggers. Don’t worry no one passed away or anything, what I mean is the bloggers that have left this world, the so called blogosphere. There are some blogs out there that we feel a certain kind of connection with. We find ourselves going back to that blog everyday or every other day (depending on ur addictiveness rating). These bloggers and their blogs become a small part of our daily routine. So it's kinda sad when one of those bloggers stops posting or otherwise simply disappears. Anyways, I thought it would be nice for us to remember those who one way or the other inspired us or touched us in a way. As for me, I would like to mention McArabian's blog, &lt;a href="http://mcarabian.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mcarabian.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. This is the first blog I have ever read, this is the blog that inspired me to create a blog of my own one year ago. Its been a while since she last posted and I don’t know if many of the new bloggers know her, if u don’t go check out her blog its very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/279744/Santo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/350512/Santo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last but not least, me. it’s time now for me to make a few new years resolutions that I know I wont be able to keep but who cares right? Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1) not to think too much&lt;br /&gt;2) get in shape&lt;br /&gt;3) get a great job&lt;br /&gt;4) have my first vacation in 3 and a half years&lt;br /&gt;5) invent something&lt;br /&gt;6) get famous&lt;br /&gt;7) hate getting famous&lt;br /&gt;8) lose the rest of my hair&lt;br /&gt;9) Climb to the top of the rock while showing off my ass to everyone in maki(done that;p)&lt;br /&gt;10) Finish a book, any book&lt;br /&gt;Ekhh, well that’s it for now, let me know what u think ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-116799923484441059?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116799923484441059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116799923484441059' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116799923484441059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116799923484441059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2007/01/saddam-dead-bloggers-and-me.html' title='saddam, dead bloggers and me'/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-116765156071726658</id><published>2007-01-01T14:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:47:24.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/1600/77536/closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5162/3472/320/406097/closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;did i miss anything? ;p&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/31862992-116765156071726658?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116765156071726658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116765156071726658' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116765156071726658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116765156071726658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-i-miss-anything-p.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-116220770100225293</id><published>2006-10-30T13:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:52:35.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 first ever halloween blogger party :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/pumpstd_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/pumpstd_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;welcome everyone to the first ever halloween blogger party. thanx for coming and showing us how creative, imaginative and in some cases how wild you can be :P i hope you'll enjoy the show, and please share with us what you think of all the costumes and who's your fav cuz the winner gets a special prize :P now lets see what everyone came in as :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/bella%20colour.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/bella%20colour.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bella color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/baskin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/baskin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;baskin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/diigmaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/diigmaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;diigmaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/delicately%20realistic.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/delicately%20realistic.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;delicately realistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/filmgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/filmgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;film girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/commen%20sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/commen%20sense.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;common_sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/honey%20alba%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/honey%20alba%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;honey alba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/Mrs.scarlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/Mrs.scarlo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/MSB.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/MSB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MSB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/um-mit3iib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/um-mit3iib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;um-mit3iib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/um-mid3aab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/um-mid3aab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;um-mid3aab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/no3ik(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/no3ik%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no3ik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/shakshaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/shakshaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shakshaka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/tinkerbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/tinkerbell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinkerbell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/zizotime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/zizotime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zizotime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/utmost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/utmost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;utmost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/doOda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/doOda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doOoda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/wwl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/wwl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wwl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/yazeed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/yazeed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yazeed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/1509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/1509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1509&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/31862992-116220770100225293?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116220770100225293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116220770100225293' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116220770100225293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116220770100225293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/10/2006-first-ever-halloween-blogger.html' title='2006 first ever halloween blogger party :D'/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-116170889113715188</id><published>2006-10-24T19:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:12:27.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day left till the party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/halloween%20party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/halloween%20party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok so the idea is we're gonna have a blogger Halloween party over here, and all y'all are invited, so heres what you do, you go and look for or google the costume you've always wanted to wear and send me a picture of it and I'll post em up over here, remember it has to be a picture of a costume, and then we'll vote on the best costume and the winner gets a special prize from yours truely :P &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/31862992-116170889113715188?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116170889113715188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116170889113715188' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116170889113715188'/><link rel='self' 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10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/popcorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love popcorn. I cannot watch a movie without having popcorn. When I go to the movies I order two large popcorn (one salty and one mixed) and by the end of the movie am eating out of my friends popcorn too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/sneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/sneakers.jpg" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sneakers (the shoes). I love wearing those sports shoes. I wear sneakers with everything and sometimes I can be caught wearing them under my dishdasha :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/ep3202ku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/ep3202ku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;message chairs. I cant help myself, whenever I go into a store that has one of those message chairs on display I always make sure to try each and every one out and try all the modes of vibration and stuff &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/962507-Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/962507-Large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks (yeah sometimes I wanna go there too)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/280px-Italian_ice_cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/280px-Italian_ice_cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mountains of ice cream, its my kryptonite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/magneto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/magneto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always want the bad guy to kick the good guy's ass&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/sleep1cp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/sleep1cp.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleeping before fu600r, sleeping after fu6oor, sleeping all the damn day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and last but not least&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/forum_trolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/forum_trolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the internet&lt;/strong&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/31862992-116118673022860095?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116118673022860095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116118673022860095' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116118673022860095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116118673022860095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/10/guilty-pleasures-pt1.html' title='guilty pleasures pt.1'/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-116092068735534096</id><published>2006-10-15T16:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:58:07.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting</title><content type='html'>3ala goolat wwl :P ana fe shay emthayigny minzimann bs madree shasawee.&lt;br /&gt;Most people complain about their phone bills and how much it costs, especially during the summer when they travel o yishtighil el dowaly. Ana on the other hand complain ena my phone bill is too low. Walla min 9ijjy my phone bill etfashil ya 3alam. Last month it was 11KD and 200 fils, the month before it it was 9KD and 700 fils. Walla shino ya3ni ma7ad e7ibny?:P:P astaaaaanis lama asmaa3 dindon (7a6 9oot jaras el bait 7ag el msg) o ashta6 o agoom laken lama ashoof yi6la3 msg min kuwaitna, ethba7oony ma7ad ghairhom edizoooly msgaaat. Anyways na6ir el fu6oor o hatha ely eb baly and I just wanted to vent it off. Yala time for food…..and remember to send in ur costumes, don’t forget:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-116092068735534096?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116092068735534096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116092068735534096' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116092068735534096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116092068735534096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/10/venting.html' title='Venting'/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-116074831345995228</id><published>2006-10-13T16:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:05:13.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am thinking about participating in a small marathon, it's only a 7 kilo run, and it's in one month so it should give me plenty of time to get in shape. I've been too lazy for a while now and last night I went out for a jog and my legs felt so heavy and I got dizzy and almost collapsed. Mako liyaqa kilish. So am hoping ena this will give me an incentive to get my fat ass off this chair and start moving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ams me and the guys were discussing abt marriage and "mahar". We wanted to know what do girls think abt it and what do they expect, I mean we wanted to know some numbers :P  I know most ppl don’t talk about it, but we just want to know what some of u think. Oh and also, a guy I know said that he spent more then 30,000 kd on his honeymoon. Now is the honey moon about where u go and what u buy or about what u do and how u do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is on October 31, so maboga shay, am organizing the blogger Halloween party so c'mon guys go on the net and search for ur favourite costumes and send em to me so I can post them for our party on Halloween, o ana 7ady fathy bs ga3id na6ir el fu6oor so 3ady who cares :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-116074831345995228?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/116074831345995228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=116074831345995228' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116074831345995228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/116074831345995228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/10/am-thinking-about-participating-in.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115987935233999233</id><published>2006-10-03T15:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:42:32.356+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want to say to people..</title><content type='html'>..but can't/don't want to. Inspired by dandoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D,S,N: I don’t deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fz: its time for you to step up and show us what you can do, I cant help you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I wish you kept your fuckin mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 C's: how can you hate me? You don’t even know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: get lost you fucking bastard. **take my size 46&amp;1/2 boots and shove it where the sun don’t shine**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: I was right, you were wrong, I told u so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo: tell him how you feel already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: when we were sixteen in the summer of 96 and we had that pillow fight and I told you we had to stop, I said so cuz was getting turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az: take it easy man, you need to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms: put some fucking clothes on am fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.T.V: u suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bb: You told us you left ur wife sleeping in the hotel and went bought yourself a hooker for 5 KD, you smiled and winked, I wanted to rip your head off and shit down your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sm: at your farewell dinner in Boston your dad bought me a strawberry margarita (alcoholic), I was seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.N: I had so much respect for you, I was so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: I know your gay, that’s why I wont come to your apartment and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G2: omg, did you consider all those times we went out as "dates"??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: two days ago I said I missed you and loved you and I wanted you back in my life, today I want to smash your face in and rip your guts out. Because of you things just keep getting worse. (I wrote this just before u called, I'll be there in 15 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: you are the love of my life, nothing compares to the feeling I get when I see your beautiful smile…I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: stop thinking and start doing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115987935233999233?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115987935233999233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115987935233999233' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115987935233999233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115987935233999233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-i-want-to-say-to-people.html' title='Things I want to say to people..'/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115963590159350717</id><published>2006-09-30T20:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:05:01.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn’t recognize her when I first saw her today. I knew she looked familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on where or when we did what ever we did. I knew I knew her and that I have seen her before today. I was sitting at the table when she passed from my left to my right. A couple of minutes later she passed again from my right to my left. I felt that she knew me too but hesitated to look my way afraid that I would remember her. She stood a couple of feet away and started playing with her phone. Then my friend who's been keeping me company for the last couple of minutes got up from her chair and went to this girl and said hi and kissed her once on the right cheek and then again on the left cheek. I saw stranger girl's eyes looking at me every time her cheek touched my friend's cheek. I felt myself staring at them and so I turned my attention to the paper I was holding and I started to fold it in no particularly recognizable shape. About five seconds later I raised my head and looked at her again. She noticed that I shifted my position and for a split second she looked at me, I think she wanted to know if I was looking back at her. For some reason that look made me comfortable enough to stare for a while. I analyzed her face, trying to remember what in it caught my attention. Her lips. Yes, her upper lip to be precise. She had an upper lip that bulged out over the lower lip. They weren’t overly big but she looked like she wore an oversized brace on her upper teeth. I recognized her from her lips. I remembered the last time I saw her I thought the same thing about her upper lip. Everything about the way she looked has changed. She had short hair that was black and was straight. Now she has long hair and is somewhat curly that has a faded brown color. Her skin was pale and somewhat fair. Now her skin looked a bit darker or tanned. She wore a plain white shirt and a navy blue skirt. Now I don’t even know what to call what she's wearing, but it was fluffy and colorful. I was amused that I recognized her and how she made me remember that day. I smiled on the inside and looked at her no more. I remember now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115963590159350717?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115963590159350717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115963590159350717' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115963590159350717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115963590159350717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-didnt-recognize-her-when-i-first-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115892627077686002</id><published>2006-09-22T14:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:57:50.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'>phuck it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/hktjw_phototour44.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/hktjw_phototour44.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just our luck! The only place I was gonna travel to was Lebanon and since you know what happened I ended up spending the entire hot summer on the lovely beaches of kubbar and umm el maradim which wasn’t all that bad. The guys didn’t travel this summer too, be it cuz some of us were busy or just didn’t feel like it. We agreed on having our vacation after 3eed. We had it all planned. One full week of fun in the sun in Phuket, Thailand. We got the tickets and the hotel and it seemed like it's gonna be exactly what we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/hktjw_phototour43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/hktjw_phototour43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nooooo, they had to have a coup d'état. Yes the military has overthrown the government and taking control of the country. Heffffffff, I mean really wtf? What I guess now if we decide to go to sharm its gonna get bombed again? We were really looking forward to it. Oh well, mithil maygoloon, kheera.&lt;br /&gt;In other news on Wednesday I went out with an old friend of mine who wasn’t a friend for a long time. Few things happened between us and stuff just got too confusing and we just stopped talking. However with the encouragement of another friend constantly reminding me;p I started calling him and trying to get the friendship back. Well after a couple of attempt last week he called me and said if I wanted to go with him to the food fair in mishref, which I might add really really sucked, its like going to the jam3iya. But it was nice for him to call and I liked that we hung out like ol times. Later on we went to marina and we arrived there just as things were getting crazy over the opening of H&amp;M. I really liked what they did. All the staff that was about 15 maybe were standing in the middle singing loudly and clapping, u'd feel you just walked in on a beach party. It was exciting and everybody was attracted by the noise. So afterwards we go and I get a shoe (am a sneaker guy, am addicted) and we stop at waterlemon, I have the ohhhh so good chocolate fondat. I overheard the girl in the opposing table saying to what I assume her niece or baby sister "hala 7abeebty eshrayich? Etshoofeen eshkithir el halaga, ee eee wayid halaga." Still dnt know what that was abt. I top it off later with a couple of scoops of gelato from that place near what used to be gameworks. So now we're headed back, so we pass by H&amp;amp;M and its less crowded so we want to go in and take a look around but nope, a security guy comes up to us and say's "bas 7areeem riyayeeel mamnoo3" wtf???? I look inside and see the store filled with girls and black 3abayas then I turn around and see a row of guys sitting and waiting for their ladies to come out. So we didn’t go inside which is okay by me believe me. hmm what else, wala mako just feelin good after all. Happiness does spread, it really does, this could have been a lousy weekend, but it turned all right. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115892627077686002?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115892627077686002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115892627077686002' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115892627077686002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115892627077686002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/phuck-it.html' title='phuck it'/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115877163248219300</id><published>2006-09-20T19:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:00:32.510+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When things go bad or just out of hand&lt;br /&gt;In her smile you can forever trust&lt;br /&gt;No day will end with a heart so sad&lt;br /&gt;When you see her you'll smile, you simply must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With words so soft and a tender heart&lt;br /&gt; She takes the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Like a guardian angel when she plays her part&lt;br /&gt;No heartache through the night will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tear will fall or a sigh be heard&lt;br /&gt;No troubled thoughts for you&lt;br /&gt;In your mind songs will be heard&lt;br /&gt;Like Alicia's if I aint got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But all doesn’t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Unless you've got the one you can call&lt;br /&gt;My everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are born with a natural gift of healing, not the miraculous kind, but the kind of healing that warms your heart on a lonely night. Cherish them. Be it a mother or a brother, your grandma or best friend, or a simple stranger you'll see only once, cherish those who've got this gift. And whenever you can tell them how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Tell them you love them…&lt;br /&gt;                                             Forever, tomorrow, and today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember everyone has this gift inside them, make sure to give it to those who need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115877163248219300?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115877163248219300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115877163248219300' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115877163248219300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115877163248219300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-things-go-bad-or-just-out-of-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115827200375148834</id><published>2006-09-15T01:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:13:23.766+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have all the good days gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to write something down but the only thing on my mind is this question. Why do good times have to end? Why can't we hold on to what we love? Most of us know what makes us happy or at least we remember what did. I want to go back to that place, that time when I felt alive and wanted to give. But the more I go back to capture that image, the further I get from where I am right now, or in other words reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good thing to remember?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a blessing to forget&lt;br /&gt;The moments when our hearts were tender&lt;br /&gt;The days of no regret&lt;br /&gt;The joy of love and its entire splendor&lt;br /&gt;The feelings we no longer get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens to us when we lose something we held so dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong put on a smile and move on&lt;br /&gt;The weak wallow and weep&lt;br /&gt;To the memories they say farewell, so long&lt;br /&gt;Or deep in their heart they keep&lt;br /&gt; The words from their tongue far gone&lt;br /&gt;Their tears carry them to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you could go back to that moment, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to write a verse or try to rhyme, because if I could go back I would not want to waste my time. I would enjoy the moment and not worry if I could stay, too many words can ruin the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But no one can go back in time, eventually we all have to move on or our life will pass us by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt; Wish it was easy  &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/31862992-115827200375148834?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115827200375148834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115827200375148834' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115827200375148834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115827200375148834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-have-all-good-days-gone_15.html' title='Where have all the good days gone?'/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115822403640665605</id><published>2006-09-14T11:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:53:56.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up today at the sound of children's laughter. Some might be bothered at such a thing especially if they hardly slept last night, but to me waking up to the sound of my nieces running around happily put a much needed smile back on my face. Quickly I got outta bed and washed up so I could get in on the fun. As I left my room I went straight to the hall and there they were, my 2 and a half yr old niece loya and the 4 yr old nona, their older sister was not there yet. They were running around but as soon as they saw me they froze, and the ever cute loya pointed at me and smiled when she said "kaho". I was so amused when I saw them I put out my hands and said "who's gonna give their favorite uncle the biggest hug ever?"  They both ran towards me and jumped into my arms as I held one with each and lifted them up and started to spin around, the three of us bursting into laughter at unison. When I stopped and put them down nona started wobbling a bit, then she pointed towards the wall and said "bait ga3ed eteeeeee7, el bait ga3id eteeeeeee7" ;p not understanding that her balance was simply off from all the spinning ;p the sad thing is that later their grandma came and told me to go easy with nona cuz earlier tests showed that she might have a heart condition, it's still not proven yet. I didn’t know what came over me but I excused myself from the room and went to mine, unable to understand how or why, I guess it was simply too much. I hope she turns out ok, I'll pray she'll be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115822403640665605?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115822403640665605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115822403640665605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115822403640665605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115822403640665605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-woke-up-today-at-sound-of-childrens.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115811490845942856</id><published>2006-09-13T03:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:07:11.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This honest man not once has lied&lt;br /&gt;But all's the same in the end&lt;br /&gt;Good deeds he's done so many with pride&lt;br /&gt;But they would just rather pretend&lt;br /&gt;This man has a raging beast inside&lt;br /&gt;The truth cannot contend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tired man his eyes still weep&lt;br /&gt;When he hears the words that tear&lt;br /&gt;Through his flesh like a knife so deep&lt;br /&gt;Upon his gash he can only stare&lt;br /&gt;These scars will forever keep&lt;br /&gt;These hollowed wounds of despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lonely man he is still inside&lt;br /&gt;Squanders his time with game and lust&lt;br /&gt;He battles to make his thoughts subside&lt;br /&gt;But in lasting memories he can trust&lt;br /&gt;So to the promise he made he will abide&lt;br /&gt;And endure the pain he will, he must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lonely man has no heart to let&lt;br /&gt;Another day to go on once more&lt;br /&gt;Memories have spoiled his head&lt;br /&gt;Like a maiden teasing to his core&lt;br /&gt;She tickles and giggles and gives no rest&lt;br /&gt;From the agony he lets out a roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lonely man has some guilt to bear&lt;br /&gt;For his heart's desire, his life's nameless dream&lt;br /&gt;Every night he pray's to the Merciful One&lt;br /&gt;In a lonely sigh or a howling scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive me for I have been to some&lt;br /&gt;The soreness of those so dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man has lost his will&lt;br /&gt;His dignity, self worth and pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheer up&lt;/em&gt; they say &lt;em&gt;the future is not so ill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With whom this outlook will coincide?&lt;br /&gt;With the man whose future is brighter still&lt;br /&gt;Or the man who's already dead inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115811490845942856?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115811490845942856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115811490845942856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115811490845942856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115811490845942856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-honest-man-not-once-has-lied-but.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115775267916980346</id><published>2006-09-09T00:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:57:59.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's another one of those days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115775267916980346?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115775267916980346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115775267916980346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115775267916980346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115775267916980346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-another-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115746477648235277</id><published>2006-09-05T16:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:02:28.616+03:00</updated><title type='text'>girls dont hate me for this but......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last month, National University of SMLU scientists released the&lt;br /&gt;results of a recent analysis that revealed the presence of female hormones in beer. Men should take a concerned look at their beer consumption. The theory is that beer contains female hormones (hops contain phyto-estrogens) and that by drinking enough beer, men turn into women. To test the theory, 100 men drank 8 pints of beer each within a 1 hour period. It was then observed that 100% of the test subjects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) argued over nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) refused to apologize when obviously wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)Gained weight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Talked excessively without making sense. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Became overly emotional. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Couldn't drive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Failed to think rationally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No further testing was considered necessary ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115746477648235277?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115746477648235277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115746477648235277' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115746477648235277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115746477648235277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/girls-dont-hate-me-for-this-but.html' title='girls dont hate me for this but......'/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115728539060045588</id><published>2006-09-03T15:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:09:51.223+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/DSC00250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/DSC00250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love cooking&lt;/strong&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/31862992-115728539060045588?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115728539060045588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115728539060045588' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115728539060045588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115728539060045588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-cooking.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115714682605208361</id><published>2006-09-02T00:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:40:26.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;nice blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;check us out @..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so i guess the new trend is co-ed blogs or something, and they advertise too ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hey, who would you share a blog with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115714682605208361?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115714682605208361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115714682605208361' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115714682605208361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115714682605208361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-blog-check-us-out.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115705675892026090</id><published>2006-08-31T23:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:39:18.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/thesuicidesmall-718286.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/thesuicidesmall-718286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this on google images&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115705675892026090?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115705675892026090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115705675892026090' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115705675892026090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115705675892026090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-found-this-on-google-images.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115687503008932273</id><published>2006-08-29T21:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:10:30.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/from%20kuwait%20to%20beirut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/400/from%20kuwait%20to%20beirut.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/31862992-115687503008932273?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115687503008932273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115687503008932273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115687503008932273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115687503008932273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115671802558540365</id><published>2006-08-28T01:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:50:22.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing the things that go through a child's brain. How they seem so innocent and how they continue to surprise is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Now lets take this situation for instance. A few days ago my sis and her kids came over to have lunch and spend the afternoon. There were remarks made during lunch of how my bro forgot to order dessert. So after we finished our meal the family headed towards the living room, some to have their traditional tea after anything thing and others lounge around trying to ease the suffering caused by their bloated karsha's. We sat there talking and sipping, I noticed the older and very loud niece's weren't there trying so cutly (not a word I know) to pass herself of as an adult. I start looking around but her huge kisha is no where in sight. Suddenly a bustle is heard from the small kitchen on the second floor. The sound continues for a couple of minutes. Then my lovely six and a half year old niece walk's outta the kitchen and into our tea and sugar infested living room holding this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/400/DSC00166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dear lovely and caring niece did not want us to spend our afternoon without some dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing. Yeah her intentions seemed nice but no one really could bring themselves to eating this mix. I mean just hearing everyone's excuse as to why they can't try it was funny enough. I was the last one and my excuse was that am on medication and I can't have anything with sugar for the whole day. she let out a very faint and disappointed sigh, no one tried her dessert, the one she made for us. As she was humbly walking out to take back her plate my brother asked her, "hey, why don’t u try it?" she quickly replied "are u for real, look at it its scary am not gonna try it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;;p&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/31862992-115671802558540365?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115671802558540365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115671802558540365' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115671802558540365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115671802558540365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-amazing-things-that-go-through.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115614725923578275</id><published>2006-08-21T10:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T11:06:10.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay so I've been pissed off lately, so pissed that I deleted all my previous posts. In retrospect it was kinda of a stupid thing to do. I don’t give a fuck anyhow, that’s just me I do stupid things when am upset.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lotta nights like this in the past few months. Nights like these keep me from sleeping. So I've grown accustomed to taking a sleeping pill to help me with that problem. But the problem is the last two nights in which I took a sleeping pill I ended up sleeping for only three hours tops. Now that really sucks. Pissed off, depressed and sleep deprived. I woke up at around 2:50 am. I spent the next hour tossing n turning, feeling my pain slowly eating away at my insides. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to do something to take my mind off things. I tossed n turned a little more, and then I got my ass outta bed and prayed that this horror of a night would end, I prayed that I would never feel like this again. But if my experience taught me anything it's no matter how badly you want something and how much effort and sincerity u put in it, chances are am not gonna get it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was coming up to 4:45 am when a sudden burst of energy came over me. This wasn’t your usual middle-of-the-night adrenaline rush. I don’t know I just felt real vigor inside. So what does a 25 yr old pissed off, depressed, sleep deprived energized guy do? He hits the gym. Oh you shoulda seen me. 5:15 in the morning and running like a horse on steriods over that treadmill. 30 minutes of that and another 30 minutes on the air walk did little to lower my drive. Started to lift some weights. I began to work on my chest and when I was finished I went on to my back. I got really bored halfway through my back exercises, and later on impulse I found myself driving towards sultan center. Something about that place helps me when am feeling down. After spending about 20 kd on things I don’t need I felt tired and wanted to head back home. It's about 7:40 when I left the parking lot of souq sharq. My stomach began to growl so I turned around and drove towards marina mall, breakfast at johnny's sounded nice. This is what I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/DSC00219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what's left after 30 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/DSC00220.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/320/DSC00220.1.jpg" width="523" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/DSC00220.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/DSC00220.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/DSC00220.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/DSC00220.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/3472/1600/DSC00220.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After fully satisfying my hunger I took the long way back home, I called work and told them I wouldn’t be coming today. I drove on trying to reflect on my life and all. Things haven't been okay for a while now and I don’t think it's getting better anytime soon, enough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31862992-115614725923578275?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115614725923578275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115614725923578275' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115614725923578275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115614725923578275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-so-ive-been-pissed-off-lately-so.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31862992.post-115612286361353604</id><published>2006-08-21T04:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T04:15:27.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better to die, and sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The never-waking sleep, than linger on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And dare to live when the soul's life is gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sophocles&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/31862992-115612286361353604?l=the1509.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/feeds/115612286361353604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31862992&amp;postID=115612286361353604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115612286361353604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31862992/posts/default/115612286361353604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the1509.blogspot.com/2006/08/better-to-die-and-sleep-never-waking.html' title=''/><author><name>15/09</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08796428161639120518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
