<?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-9137317097490887992</id><updated>2012-02-08T04:41:52.907+03:00</updated><category term='mobile'/><category term='ramadan'/><category term='women'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='7ala nafsiya'/><category term='guys'/><category term='lol'/><category term='books'/><category term='exams'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='yeppie'/><category term='geek'/><category term='loser'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='schizophrenia'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='eid'/><category term='ta5allof'/><category term='omg'/><category term='saudi arabia'/><category term='summer'/><category term='tips'/><category term='sports'/><category term=':('/><category term='wanasa'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='tv'/><category term='prison break'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Hind ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-634414722729908855</id><published>2012-01-20T20:45:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:43:12.809+03:00</updated><title type='text'>on dreams..</title><content type='html'>In &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Last-Lecture-Randy-Pausch/dp/1401323251"&gt;The Last Lecture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, Randy Pausch talked about achieving childhood dreams. He mentioned how he got to make some of his childhood dreams sort of come true, one way or another. It was very inspiring to read but it also made me realize, I don't have &lt;i&gt;achievable&lt;/i&gt; childhood dreams.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, sure, I wanted to be an artist, which was decided because of my drawing talent. I wanted to work at a supermarket (endless supply of candy), and of course, I wanted to have the adventurous life every Disney princess ever had, ahem, provided that I'd get Prince Charming and the happy ending. But that was it, I had never even dreamt of becoming a doctor as a kid, that decision came on relatively very late in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cliche. I love how most of people's success stories start with "ever since I was a kid...". It makes me wish I had that kind of prologue to my story. I know it does not mean a lot, it does not change the fact that you can be either Superman or a janitor, but it would be nice to have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years after getting over the fact that I had only started considering medicine in high school, I came across another new decision. My future career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I graduated from medical school having one and only specialty in my head. I don't even have to say it cause I'm 104% sure each and every one of you, my 2 loyal readers and sister, know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was smitten. One of my seniors even laughed so hard after I gushed about it and told me I sounded like I was talking about The One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life can be quite ironic, I have fallen in love with another specialty. I, Hind, have given up on OB/GYN and now declare family medicine as my new love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And once again, I don't have history. I don't have a Chapter One that starts with "when I was a 3rd year med student..". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two months ago, during my OB/GYN rotation, I kept convincing myself that this is what I wanted. That it didn't matter that I was miserable, or really stressed, all what mattered was that at some point in my life I loved it and that must not change. I loved working in the department, but I just did not want to keep doing it for the rest of my life. I was very unhappy and really confused. And then it hit me, I pushed my emotions aside (which is very hard to do, being me) and concentrated. I actually did that, I sat on my couch and focused, just like that. I made a lot of pro/con lists. I talked to almost every one of my seniors. Until I finally came to a conclusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, two conclusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 1 is that I'm a big drama queen and really must cool it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And conclusion no. 2 is that, maybe childhood dreams are overrated. It does not matter when you push the Start button. It is okay to change your mind, to have second thoughts, and even cold feet, as long as you are absolutely sure of what you love and makes you happy. Because then, you will really shoot for the moon, instead of just staring miserably at the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-634414722729908855?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/634414722729908855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=634414722729908855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/634414722729908855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/634414722729908855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-dreams.html' title='on dreams..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-7807630158670482141</id><published>2011-07-30T18:06:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:46:03.044+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ADHD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I recently stumbled upon a blog run by a couple of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/add-adhd/default.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ers, thanks to Twitter, Mr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/Lehbistan"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lehbistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and my unfailing curiosity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Before I go on on how much I enjoyed it, you must know about my weird interest in psychiatry. It is the kind of interest that makes me want to go read all about a topic once I learn about it but never really consider becoming a psychiatrist. It's too huge a burden for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(as if being a doctor isn't already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have never met someone with ADHD and even though it's not very uncommon disorder, it remains one of the many underdiagnosed disorders, especially here in Saudi. So reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My ADHD Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; blog has been too exciting for me! I'm actually constantly fighting the urge to ask Lehbistan too many questions and I'm sure if he happened to read this post he would consider ignoring me for life but oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I suggest you all click on the link below, the posts are light, nicely written and fun to read. You will learn much more about ADHD and the one thing we desperately need here is awareness of plenty of different conditions including this. So anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;less talking, more linking, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myafta.adhd.org.sa/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and spread the word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-7807630158670482141?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7807630158670482141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=7807630158670482141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7807630158670482141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7807630158670482141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2011/07/adhd.html' title='ADHD'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3543987771445513632</id><published>2011-07-02T00:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T00:57:55.302+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of my graduation</title><content type='html'>So it is official. I'm a graduate. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lying on the couch reading my Aussie &lt;a href="http://www.allenandunwin.com/default.aspx?page=94&amp;amp;book=9781741753592"&gt;book &lt;/a&gt;that I'm currently obsessed with when my friend &lt;b&gt;F &lt;/b&gt;BBMed us "&lt;i&gt;el pedia 6l3at&lt;/i&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart sank but I had no time to think. I had no time to process that I was about to know for sure if I had graduated or not. I jumped to where my Dad was using his laptop and told him I needed to check my grades. We both waited anxiously as the page loaded and then I saw it. I saw the last grade in my student life. The tiny letter had much more to it. It was saying: "You did it. You passed. You're no longer a student. Welcome to the real life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father hugged me and thanked me. He thanked me for working so hard, for getting out alive, for getting a good GPA, and for making them proud, always. I was touched, why would my father thank me? I'm the one who should thank my parents for being unbelievably supportive and believing in me. I should thank them for everything they have been and done, not only in the last 6 years, but ever since I was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat down, spread the news to my sisters and friends. I was shaking even though I had to keep telling myself "&lt;i&gt;Hind this is it. This is the moment you've been waiting for for 6 years. You are &lt;/i&gt;here&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;" because it wasn't sinking in yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, wasn't it just great, having that moment of pure relief. It was one of those very few moments in life, when you absolutely worry about nothing. Nothing at all. When all you feel is accomplishment and content and gratitude and joy. That moment definitely tops every other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am, writing this post as I'm excitedly waiting for tomorrow, actually today, my first day as a medical intern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day marks a new phase in my life. I'll be on my own. I won't have my knights in shiny armors (aka my best friends) around all the time to guide me. I'll be on my own for the first time in a very long time. And yes, I do feel like a perky kid preparing his backpack on the night of his first day in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wish me luck, 'cause I'm one absolutely clueless intern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="none" via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3543987771445513632?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3543987771445513632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3543987771445513632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3543987771445513632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3543987771445513632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2011/07/story-of-my-graduation.html' title='the story of my graduation'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5431922735673475970</id><published>2011-05-15T16:01:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:57:10.847+03:00</updated><title type='text'>class '11</title><content type='html'>I gotta tell ya, Twitter is stealing this blog's thunder. Actually it might already have.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while ago I made a pact with myself to post every week, because I really love blogging. And let's face it, 140 characters are and will never be enough for me. Yet I neglected my blog again for the I-don't-know-what-th time.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, as some of you know I am taking my very last course in my very last year in medical school. i.e. I'm graduating in 5 weeks inshallah :D and boy, is it exhilarating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, we're not like every other major in the world, studying does &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; end once we're out of school. There are some exams we should take during and after internship (aka 7th year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's choosing your future specialty. And also as &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt; of you know, my heart and soul belong to OB/GYN. And like everything I get too excited about, I'm also terrified thanks to the what-ifs I create in my head. &lt;i&gt;What if I stop liking it during internship? What if it's not the one for me? What if I don't get accepted? What if I'm supposed to find an easier specialty?&lt;/i&gt; Lots of what-ifs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do if, God forbid, one of these what-ifs come true! I have a plan B, but it's not nearly as good. Just like any other plan B. Hence the B, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, almost-graduating is sooo frickingincrediblyunbelievablyawesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like yesterday when I got accepted in medical school. When I told my mother and sister, tears streaming down my cheeks, that I had no friends (in retrospect, that one sounds like a scene in a teenager movie, but it was sad at that time, lol), that the only friend I had ditched class a lot and I was left alone. When I met my words-can't-describe-them kind of best friends. When I flunked a family and community midterm (on purpose) because we thought the course was just too stupid (Don't worry about me I ended up with a B at the end of the course). When I did my first stitch. When I walked the halls of the hospital for the first time, feeling very doctor-y even though I was as clueless as the receptionist. When I cried for the first time after an exam (this one is recent, &lt;a href="http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-never-thought-id-do-this-but.html"&gt;check this&lt;/a&gt;.)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line, el7amdulillah, it was the best 6 years of my life. One post would never do its justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have four exams left before I'm officially on my own. So keep those prayers coming fellas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="none" via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5431922735673475970?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5431922735673475970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5431922735673475970&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5431922735673475970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5431922735673475970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2011/05/class-11.html' title='class &apos;11'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-7340907371040061414</id><published>2011-03-20T16:15:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:11:45.160+03:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you? why should i thank you?</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, King Abdullah gave a short speech that was followed by many decrees including new jobs, huge housing and hospital projects, raised minimum wages many others. I'm sure you've all been there and watched the whole thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think Saudis would be thankful and grateful, but no. There was a flood of lame jokes and angry comments. People who were not included were mad as hell (forgetting that a lot of families now have the privilege of a shelter and extra food), people who were included were also mad as hell because a bigger budget was put into this or that, people who were happy with what they got helped in spreading jokes and broadcasts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is wrong with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough with all this cynicism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm talking to you who have a job, a house, cars, who spend every vacation abroad, who eats lunch and dinner at restaurants almost daily, who have maids and drivers and gardeners and cooks. Really, what else would you like to add? What did your country not offer you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You live in a country where the best of education and treatment is for free. Heck, I'm going to be a doctor and I didn't have to pay one riyal for it! (I'm just incredibly smart :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You go to bed at night and not even bother to lock the door because you know nothing is going to happen. Because you know you're safe. You can sleep worrying about your presentation at work tomorrow or what you're going to wear at your friend's reception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whether you like it or not, you are lucky to live in such a country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم: (من اصبح امن في سربه معافى في بدنه وله قوت يومه فكأنما حيزت له الدنيا بحذافيرها‏)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;أخرجه البخارى، والترمذى وابن ماجه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying our country is perfect, it is not. There's corruption, unemployment, poverty, and a whole &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of other things.. What happened in Jeddah is unforgivable and it is still painful to remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, that doesn't mean you live in the worst country of the world. That doesn't mean you can go around ranting and cursing and telling everyone how awful it is to live here, because you have been born with a gold (or silver) spoon in your mouth and you can't know what awful living truly means unless you give it a try. So until you do, I suggest you go with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;الحمدلله.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be continued...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="none" via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-7340907371040061414?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7340907371040061414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=7340907371040061414&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7340907371040061414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7340907371040061414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-you-why-should-i-thank-you.html' title='thank you? why should i thank you?'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5545326121810091682</id><published>2011-02-20T22:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:29:03.555+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i tumblr</title><content type='html'>So I made a tumblr account the other day.. Turns out peer pressure never truly ends after you kiss your teen years goodbye. I'm kidding. I actually did it because I was bored and looking for more reasons to procrastinate the far more important things I had to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is actually very fun and I came across a lot of nice stuff. But the reason why I didn't like it before (and still don't approve of much :p) is because there's no individuality whatsoever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only a small part of tumblr users take pictures or write posts themselves, the majority (including yours truly) just &lt;i&gt;reblog&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why I like it in here. Even though I don't blog so often anymore but it is me. The drama, the meaninglessness, the insanity, the silliness, the greatness, whatever you find here is all me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even reading my old posts, which, to be honest, I almost never do because I'm afraid to stumble upon embarrassing things I might have found funny or worth posting back then. Even doing that takes me back to the moment I wrote that post. I remember where I was sitting, what I was thinking, and how I was feeling when I wrote it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh at my silly concerns which seemed serious back then, realize how awesome it was to be going through a new exciting experience, frown and go 'really, Hind?' over some posts.. You know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, all that doesn't mean you shouldn't follow me on tumblr and make me feel special and loved :D go ahead now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hiiind.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hiiind.tumblr.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5545326121810091682?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5545326121810091682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5545326121810091682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5545326121810091682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5545326121810091682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-tumblr.html' title='i tumblr'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-8586498558848564764</id><published>2011-02-19T00:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:49:22.988+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, I have found myself.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love, no, I&amp;#39;M IN LOVE WITH OB/GYN.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;For the first time in my life I enjoy a course THIS much. And it&amp;#39;s been only one week.&lt;p&gt;Everyone&amp;#39;s happy. Pregnant ladies are super cute. Many lives are just getting started. Babies are born. Parents are over the moon. Of course it&amp;#39;s not alwayss happy but you get what I mean. That&amp;#39;s what I love about it, it is by far the most optimistic branch of medicine.&lt;p&gt;The classes are veeery interesting. The clinic is so fun I don&amp;#39;t want to ever leave it. The doctors are very nice.&lt;br&gt;I had even volunteered to make a presentation, even though I&amp;#39;m not exactly the public speaker of the year, and I enjoyed every minute of it! It was too pink but not for OB/GYN (another reason why I&amp;#39;m head over heels for it :p)&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I have 6 more weeks of it, and I still have the 3 months during my internship year, and maybe the elective month as well. I need to make sure this is really what I want. But for time being, I can see myself clearly five years from now :&amp;#39;)&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;?&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device from STC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-8586498558848564764?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8586498558848564764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=8586498558848564764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8586498558848564764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8586498558848564764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2011/02/people-i-have-found-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-2887165107985113344</id><published>2011-01-25T18:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:46:21.928+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i never thought i'd do this but..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I cried after the exam today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do crying after exams.. Not because I'm a straight-A student who never loses a mark, but because, I never really get the urge to cry no matter how bad I do. I get depressed for a while, sleep, eat, and whiiiine endlessly. Make sure everyone knows I did bad. And of course the classic &lt;i&gt;I think I'm gonna fail.. No I assure you I did so bad I'm gonna fail. People fail, why wouldn't I? &lt;/i&gt;which never happened el7amdillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During one of the exams, the doctor yelled at me while I was holding a patient's whole leg up high (to do &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buerger's_test"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buerger's test&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). That was the lowest point in my short medical life. Yet when I was telling my friends what happened after the exam, I kept laughing hysterically, tears streaming down my cheeks, till one of my professors who thought I was sobbing came to me with a frantic look on his face and asked if I was okay.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. That's the kind of reaction I usually pull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to today, so it was my internal medicine certifying clinical exam. We've been preparing for this exam for the last 7 weeks, since the beginning of the course. I made sure I covered most topics, especially the common ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up getting a simple, uncomplicated case of sickle cell disease, which is veeeryy common here and the one thing you MUST/SHOULD/NEED to master. And I did.. I knew all there was to know about it. Not to mention, I got the same case for my 4th and 5th year clinical examinations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the discussion took another turn. Examiners ended up asking me about so many things I wasn't prepared for. The discussion sucked, the examination sucked, everything sucked. I knew I didn't deserve this. I'm a smart student and I work hard. I shouldn't be screwing up SICKLE CELL DISEASE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only needed the nice resident to ask me how I did to start crying.. I was shaking and gasping more than crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way to the next patient, she kept comforting me and reviewing important things with me. She was extremely sweet I wanted to hug her and tell her she rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did well in the short case, el7amdillah. Though one of the examiners was the kind who believed in "fatal mistake" (a mistake that gets you an instant F), but I was relaxed and determined to do well. I didn't want to end up screwing up both cases, and thank God I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two more finals coming up.. Big ones I might add. So you better keep praying for me! I really really really reallyyy need to graduate in June!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-2887165107985113344?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2887165107985113344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=2887165107985113344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2887165107985113344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2887165107985113344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-never-thought-id-do-this-but.html' title='i never thought i&apos;d do this but..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-7857611665194523193</id><published>2011-01-06T01:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:15:33.688+03:00</updated><title type='text'>when the memory becomes a treasure..</title><content type='html'>On the gloomy morning of December 27th, I lost my grandmother.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother, &lt;i&gt;Rahma &lt;/i&gt;(= mercy), whose name couldn't describe her better, was like no other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She raised 8 kids on her own, slept at night with all of them tucked in around her, while my grandfather went on from one business trip to another to build a future for them. He'd finally become a rich businessman, but she never changed from her same old simple, down-to-earth self. She didn't want to leave her 25-year-old house and move into a much bigger one in a newer district, but she eventually gave in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lost a kid because a nurse didn't do her job right and she got through it. She was a fighter. So strong, yet the kindest person you could have ever met. Two traits Mom definitely got from her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was extremely opinionated, but she was also always right. You would've been stupid not to take her word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her favorite color was red. Almost all her dresses ranged in color between crimson red and maroon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her garden was the most important part of the house to her, and you'd always find some fresh basil tucked in behind her ear when she came back inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that she looked much older than my grandfather always pissed her off, to the point that some people thought he was her son. That made her furious and him happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sympathized with everyone, even people she didn't know and people on TV shows. She had that genuine sad look on her face whenever she heard of something bad happened to someone she had never met. She wouldn't forget that easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved my Dad, her son-in-law, so much, you would've thought he was her own son. She would never let anyone speak bad of him. When he got sick, she would get sick too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was disappointed when I was born. She was hoping for the son who was yet to come (and who finally did 3 years later). But soon enough I became one of her favorite grandchildren. She thought I was perfect. And that no man deserved me. I could see how big I was in her eyes, how she always proudly introduced me as a doctor whenever I was out with her, and how I was the "good example" to everyone, even to my aunt sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever she saw me study, she would pray for me and then jokingly tell me how she'd missed her college days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she's gone. After years of a hard battle with liver cirrhosis, she left us all. She's in a better place now, I'm sure. She can finally rest. That's what makes us feel a little bit better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always miss her. I will always wish she was still here with us. I will always want to hug her one more time. But I'm hoping to meet her again in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;اللهم ارحمها واغفر لها واجمعنا بها في جنتك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I've been putting off writing this for a few days now. It was very hard. But I did it because I thought it was the tiniest least I could do for such a great woman as my grandmother. Please pray for her whenever she crosses your mind ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-7857611665194523193?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7857611665194523193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=7857611665194523193&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7857611665194523193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7857611665194523193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-memory-becomes-treasure.html' title='when the memory becomes a treasure..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5808716279733996810</id><published>2010-12-03T14:56:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:55:59.535+03:00</updated><title type='text'>on life plans.</title><content type='html'>One of the potential future specialties I had in mind was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oncology"&gt;oncology&lt;/a&gt;. I thought it suited me. I thought I could be of help to those people who have got the ugliest of diseases.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't my number one option but it was on the list. Though my father kept trying to change my mind about it and telling me it wouldn't do me any good whenever I brought it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I thought I could handle it was the fact that cancer has gotten to some of the dearest people to me. People I wouldn't imagine my life without. Yet, it was, &lt;i&gt;el7amdillah&lt;/i&gt;, the curable form of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also believed I had what it takes to be a good oncologist. And that's what I kept telling everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is until one day when we were in a clinical teaching session with a surgeon. We were discussing a case, an old man with pancreatic cancer. It is well known that pancreatic cancer is one of the worst kinds of cancer. It is cruel and monstrous and, in the majority of cases, inoperable. So the surgeon concluded with "I give this man 6 months max to live".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went with a couple of my friends down to his room because they wanted to ask him a few more questions. I hadn't met the man before and when I stepped in that room and saw him, I literally couldn't move. All the facts about his condition started to rush back into my head. I stood right there staring at him while he was answering my friends' questions. I was overwhelmed. And it was weird because after years in med school you start to think you've actually seen it all. I thought I was immune to this kind of thing. But no, I teared up and left the room and that's when it hit me, I don't want that. No, I &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is bound to happen in all branches of medicine. I know I'll have to toughen up no matter what specialty I choose to do. But I don't want my career to involve around 5-year survival rates and palliative treatment to a great extent. I might be good for it, but I'm not sure it would be good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's how I crossed oncology off my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5808716279733996810?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5808716279733996810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5808716279733996810&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5808716279733996810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5808716279733996810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-life-plans.html' title='on life plans.'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5877438222871555898</id><published>2010-11-30T16:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:32:15.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'>things I need to stop doing, #1</title><content type='html'>Draw a heart after my name every time I write it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like Rachel Berry with her gold star sticker, only I draw a heart.. And I have no idea what it supposedly represents. I only like how it looks. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't worry, I don't do that on exam papers. That's way too childish 0:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5877438222871555898?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5877438222871555898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5877438222871555898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5877438222871555898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5877438222871555898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-need-to-stop-doing-1.html' title='things I need to stop doing, #1'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1612917142887215639</id><published>2010-11-17T03:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T03:10:28.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>got moustache?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/movember.com"&gt;Movember&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (a portmanteau of the words 'moustache' and 'November') is an annual month-long event involving the growing of moustaches during the month of November. The event has been claimed to have been invented in 1999 by group of Australian men from Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out about this. Such a cute idea! I'd love to see more awareness for men's health, because, really, there nearly isn't around here. It's like the pink ribbon for breast cancer as the website mentions. So dudes, let go of your face. Grow out some hair. Not only for this cause, but because facial hair &lt;i&gt;aaaalways&lt;/i&gt; looks so much better, trust me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to check out these links:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://testicularcancerawarenessfoundation.org/"&gt;http://testicularcancerawarenessfoundation.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://testicularcancerawarenessfoundation.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pcf.org/"&gt;http://www.pcf.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pcf.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1612917142887215639?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1612917142887215639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1612917142887215639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1612917142887215639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1612917142887215639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/11/got-moustache.html' title='got moustache?'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-9121906966262760899</id><published>2010-10-29T00:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:38:20.577+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hind: the aunt</title><content type='html'>My sister gave birth to the most beautiful little girl yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has got to be the definition of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-9121906966262760899?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/9121906966262760899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=9121906966262760899&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/9121906966262760899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/9121906966262760899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/10/hind-aunt.html' title='hind: the aunt'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-7094960591244560333</id><published>2010-10-20T14:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:22:06.118+03:00</updated><title type='text'>purple?</title><content type='html'>I was going to write a post about a whole different thing (me, obviously) but I just found out about &lt;a href="http://www.glaad.org/spiritday"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; from Twitter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er, I don't think so.. I ain't wearing no purple today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, let me get one thing straight, I don't and have never cared what lesbians/gays do. It's their life and I'm not to decide how they live it. But what I can't understand are those here who are actually &lt;i&gt;supporting&lt;/i&gt; them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse me? Since when is homosexuality acceptable here? It is not only a social/tradition/culture, etc etc matter. It is forbidden in our religion! Villages were destructed because of this particular reason (&lt;a href="http://ar.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D8%B3%D8%AF%D9%88%D9%85_%D9%88%D8%B9%D9%85%D9%88%D8%B1%D8%A9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islamic_view_of_Lot#Destruction_of_Sodom_and_Gomorrah"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). So if it was mentioned in Quran how people were badly tortured because they had done a huge sin, shouldn't we &lt;i&gt;at least &lt;/i&gt;not accept it? Who are we to go against that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't let me even begin on our society views on this matter.. I'm sure we're all aware of those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no, we don't have to try and be "open-minded" when an issue crosses the line. And this is one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;FAT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; line lying there for everyone to see. And believe me, this is coming from someone who's been always seen as the most understanding. But not this, this is wrong on sooo many levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not pulling a holier-than-thou attitude. I'm not telling you to go and "bully" the next gay you see. All I'm saying is this is not for us to&lt;i&gt; accept &lt;/i&gt;and see as normal. Because it isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-7094960591244560333?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7094960591244560333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=7094960591244560333&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7094960591244560333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7094960591244560333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/10/purple.html' title='purple?'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-8206596151649288642</id><published>2010-09-30T15:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:10:31.016+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hey beautiful ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it."&lt;/span&gt; - Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to take a look every now and then at those less &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; than us to realize how blessed we truly are. It gets us back on track, but sadly only for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what happened during a surgery lecture about burns we took last week. A plastic surgeon was showing us pictures of burn victims, explaining to us how this and that got burned, how she managed to save them, and how they recovered. Mind you, recover is a relative term here. Most of the people in those pictures will remain disfigured for life, but they are thankful for being alive and functioning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures were very disturbing and heartbreaking. Even after years as a medical student there are some scenes your eyes just can't get used to. One reason why I don't consider plastic surgery or dermatology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the lecture, I kept thinking how we complain a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lot&lt;/span&gt; about how we look. It's a bad habit, but we all do it. We obsess over the monthly pimple, and God forbid we get more than one, the world would then have come to an end. We want to lose weight&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Why isn't my hair voluminous enough?&lt;/span&gt; We hate the dark circles under our eyes, we call ourselves "zombies" and "pandas" and some other names. We want Gisele Bundchen's legs. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look how big my nose looks when I smile!&lt;/span&gt; And the list goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we are beautiful. We are, and I quote my lovely friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; here, beauty queens. We are smart, we are funny, we are kind, we are doing the things we love, we are surrounded by our amazing families and friends, and most important of all, we are healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said, the effect only lasts for a short time. But I've decided I'll &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to stop obsessing over how I look. No more magnifying the tiny flaws. No more staring at the the made-up, airbrushed models in magazines and sighing... I'm always told I'm beautiful, why isn't that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who's in with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-8206596151649288642?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8206596151649288642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=8206596151649288642&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8206596151649288642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8206596151649288642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-beautiful.html' title='hey beautiful ♫'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-4020171303805851264</id><published>2010-09-28T21:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:22:01.061+03:00</updated><title type='text'>so guess who started 6th year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...and already have a presentation to work on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you got that right. Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, it's too early to complain. I mean, LAST UNDERGRADUATE YEAR! I don't care if they make us eat snails to pass! If they do that, I'll simply say "can you pass the soy sauce, please?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what makes the whole thing better is starting the semester with surgery. Surgeons are way nicer than medical doctors, contrary to the common belief. Too sweet to be surgeons! They keep motivating us and making us feel like professors with one-line long degrees. You can't not love surgery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll have to get back to that presentation before the latte effect starts fading. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-4020171303805851264?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4020171303805851264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=4020171303805851264&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4020171303805851264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4020171303805851264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-guess-who-started-6th-year.html' title='so guess who started 6th year..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1388193812366673195</id><published>2010-09-20T13:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:10:11.361+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know when someone is telling a story or something that happened to them, and they go, for example, "I was eating my pancakes when the phone rang..." or "she was holding a cup of coffee when I ran into her.."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you automatically lose track of the story and start fantasizing about the, um, mentioned food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1388193812366673195?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1388193812366673195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1388193812366673195&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1388193812366673195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1388193812366673195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-know-when-someone-is-telling-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1064774993335312426</id><published>2010-09-11T08:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T08:47:33.900+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/TIsXRhaF_6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/EeNa3ZqzAkE/s1600/chuck.bmp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/TIsXRhaF_6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/EeNa3ZqzAkE/s320/chuck.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515527758438334370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*heart skips a beat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Image: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanawaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Hana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1064774993335312426?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1064774993335312426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1064774993335312426&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1064774993335312426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1064774993335312426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/09/heart-skips-beat-image-hana.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/TIsXRhaF_6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/EeNa3ZqzAkE/s72-c/chuck.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3616582111725468526</id><published>2010-09-04T23:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:46:19.509+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never quite got why women on TV, movies or in books refuse to be &amp;quot;rescued&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;After he stands up for her, or even better, saves her, she goes all  &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t need your help. I was fine on my own.&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Yes you did and no you weren&amp;#39;t!&lt;p&gt;I think it is nice to be saved. To have a hero. Someone who makes it all go away. I myself would cause a catastrophe if I were left on my own for a long time.. Maybe that&amp;#39;s why. It also might have something to do with the fact that us Pisceans like to be &amp;quot;led&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;protected&amp;quot; like I once read somewhere. I don&amp;#39;t know.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy, aren&amp;#39;t I the typical damsel in distress.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device from Aljawal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3616582111725468526?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3616582111725468526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3616582111725468526&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3616582111725468526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3616582111725468526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-quite-got-why-women-on-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3480213569880634150</id><published>2010-09-03T06:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:42:21.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'>why phones should be kept out of my reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A friend called tonight to invite me to her wedding. Was I the oh-so-sophisticated person and did I say what I should've said? Of course not, quite the opposite actually.  Thank God she was obviously in a hurry and needed to hang up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later I called another friend whose mom passed away a few days ago, Allah yr7amha o y'3ferlaha o y9abberhom. Yet again, I failed miserably. There were long awkward pauses, unnecessary questions, and - shoot me now- chuckles. I blurted out things I'm not proud of and, even worse, I couldn't end the call fast enough. I'd totally understand if she didn't want to talk to me anymore....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to stop! It is not funny anymore. I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWENTY TWO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where's the underline button?) for crying out loud! When will I learn &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; how to bluff? When I'm 30?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom should pay more attention to me and teach me instead of simply saying "you watch too much American TV".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you know the reason behind the quote in my bio.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3480213569880634150?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3480213569880634150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3480213569880634150&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3480213569880634150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3480213569880634150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-phones-should-be-kept-out-of-my.html' title='why phones should be kept out of my reach'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-4625194490218475278</id><published>2010-08-21T05:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:31:18.777+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have you met the perfect couple? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two soul mates whose love never dies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two lovers whose relationship is never threatened?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The husband and wife who trust each other completely?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven't met the perfect couple, let me introduce you. They stand atop a layer of butter cream frosting. The secret of their success? Well, for starters, they don't have to look at each other. &lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-4625194490218475278?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4625194490218475278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=4625194490218475278&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4625194490218475278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4625194490218475278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-met-perfect-couple-two-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-2860341254717558039</id><published>2010-08-05T12:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:30:16.068+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fact:&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m so easy to please you could buy me a 1SR icecream and it would put a huge smile on my face and make me forgive you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m not sure this is a good thing, though.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device from Aljawal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-2860341254717558039?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2860341254717558039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=2860341254717558039&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2860341254717558039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2860341254717558039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/08/fact-i-so-easy-to-please-you-could-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5143794969947137620</id><published>2010-06-26T23:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:10:32.700+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i am my mother's daughter</title><content type='html'>This thought occured to me while I was watching Desperate Housewives (&lt;em&gt;I just started watching the show, which is.. well, I know...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those women and we are so much alike. Even though we're still young and unmarried but we already act like mothers. The maternal instincts we possess are so powerful they are reflected on everyone around us, whether sisters, brothers, friends, or even parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being the eldest daughter in the house, set rules even more than my parents do. I turn off the TV when it gets late and tell my little siblings to go to bed NOW. I keep their phones and laptops. I make them go study before I allow them to watch TV or go online. I make sure they shower everyday. I pick their clothes and do their hair. I take them to the hospital. I drop them off and pick them up. I take them out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a second mother to them. Just like every girl is a second mother to her siblings.&lt;br /&gt;But this is an old, well-known fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I keep wondering is, when does a guy start acting like a father?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5143794969947137620?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5143794969947137620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5143794969947137620&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5143794969947137620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5143794969947137620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-my-mothers-daughter.html' title='i am my mother&apos;s daughter'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5278956188644096166</id><published>2010-06-11T18:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:26:48.959+03:00</updated><title type='text'>let's talk babies</title><content type='html'>What does going out with my pregnant sister mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch takes double the time it usually takes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I carry all her bags.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we enter a non-maternity shop she looks for the first thing to sit on which makes me feel sorry for her and decide to leave the shop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wait in queues for her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She picks, I pay. Therefore I have to keep her credit card with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee break also takes double the time it usually takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Craving chocolate all of a sudden and stopping at Patchi to get half a kg of chocolate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's no longer interested in pretty things. Only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; pretty things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, I do all of the above things willingly, happily, and without complaining. I love her unborn baby way. too. much. Plus the maternity and baby shops are soooo cute! You can't help awwww-ing all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481536673749999234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/TBJUj_YlHoI/AAAAAAAAAcM/27NGb8Zgscc/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5278956188644096166?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5278956188644096166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5278956188644096166&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5278956188644096166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5278956188644096166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-talk-babies.html' title='let&apos;s talk babies'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/TBJUj_YlHoI/AAAAAAAAAcM/27NGb8Zgscc/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-7046967759107173977</id><published>2010-05-26T01:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:57:53.745+03:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/S_mT8pTi2qI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pgyP1L_EdYw/s1600/uglybetty.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474569492134812322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/S_mT8pTi2qI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pgyP1L_EdYw/s320/uglybetty.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though after four years of trying to set an example, what really caught our eyes was Wilhelmina's, Alexis's, and sometimes Amanda's wardrobes and the cute guys Betty always got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://her-diary.com/"&gt;her-diary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-7046967759107173977?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7046967759107173977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=7046967759107173977&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7046967759107173977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7046967759107173977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-memory-of.html' title='in memory of...'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/S_mT8pTi2qI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pgyP1L_EdYw/s72-c/uglybetty.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-215876650844841435</id><published>2010-05-19T21:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:23:38.647+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda Hobbes:&lt;/strong&gt; Why did we ever stop drinking these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie Bradshaw:&lt;/strong&gt; Because everyone else started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls here have a certain system of trend following. It involves every aspect of life. It spreads scaringly fast. No one knows how it starts or how it ends. It's just.. there. We watch it as it comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhibit A: Cupcakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a little my mother made us cupcakes. We always loved those little delicious sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, cupcakes are the It-Food (&lt;em&gt;yes, there is It-Food. Refer to Exhibit D&lt;/em&gt;). Everyone loves cupcakes, everyone eats cupcakes, everyone &lt;em&gt;makes&lt;/em&gt; cupcakes for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying people should not love them, they are perfect and deserve to be loved, but what really amazes me are the girls who have so-called cupcake business that is based on a mild-tasting bunch of cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;Except for a few really good cupcake makers here, the only baking skills those have are Betty Crocker mix and artificial food colors. Honey, that does not qualify you to be a cupcake baker, and definitely does not qualify you to start your own business either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhibit B: Polo Shirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with Polo shirts nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you turn your head around, there is a girl (or a guy) in a Burberry/Ralph Lauren/Lacoste polo shirt. Some even order a huge number of Polo shirts, all sizes and colors, and sell them in bazaars. (tip: if you find a high selling item in a bazaar, don't buy it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love polo shirts, though I don't have any as I'm not a big fan of t-shirts, they are very cute and trendy, and every one of my siblings owns at least one. But I don't understand, why &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhibit C: Gossip Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to sound snobby here, but I love to watch shows that are not watched by every single person here. I started watching Gossip Girl shortly after it started and I was in love with it.. A couple of months later Gossip Girl became the talk of the town, and everyone was watching it and talking about it and copycatting Blair Waldorf.. and well, it got frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads us to headbands.. But I love headbands. So I'm going to leave it to you here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhibit D: Sushi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, I myself recently started finding sushi delicious. I hated it before. But, please, get this: blabbering about sushi all the time doesn't make you awesome. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhibit E: Photography&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quoting my sister here, "owning a digital camera doesn't make you a "photographer"". Please, please, PLEASE, do not call yourself photographer just because you took a couple of shots of your cousins or your iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm not trying here to put down anyone who does any of the mentioned things above, I actually do some of them, my sisters do, my friends do.. But it's annoying to see how some do them just because everyone else does, and they think this kinda stuff is making them instantly cool and hip. Trust me, be yourself, do what &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; really love to do, and you're good to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-215876650844841435?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/215876650844841435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=215876650844841435&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/215876650844841435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/215876650844841435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/05/trends.html' title='Trends?'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-2235023077308513079</id><published>2010-05-16T21:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:25:04.948+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldon:&lt;/strong&gt; Howard informed me that allegiance to his male comrade comes before&lt;br /&gt;women who sell their bodies for money .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonard:&lt;/strong&gt; Is it possible he said “Bros before hoes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldon:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, but I rephrased it to avoid offending the hoes. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the best Big Bang Theory quote..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-2235023077308513079?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2235023077308513079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=2235023077308513079&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2235023077308513079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2235023077308513079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/05/sheldon-howard-informed-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-7335445436076304308</id><published>2010-05-14T16:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:44:28.016+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to put this.. but um, as some of you as has expected, I'm back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed it here! Really, really, &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-7335445436076304308?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7335445436076304308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=7335445436076304308&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7335445436076304308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7335445436076304308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-i-dont-know-how-to-put-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6348778774213859479</id><published>2009-12-01T01:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.135+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Man up!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I was watching TV and this show came on. It was supposedly a show for 'men' . Once the weird host started talking I couldn't help gaping at the screen. The episode had a theme, The Beatles, obviously.. So far it's going alright, though the relevance was very close to zero. It started with 'men fashion' (italics, underlined, and between quotation marks). The guy put on a picture of an Armani suit, a pair of Gucci shoes, a Rolex watch.. Etc etc. and then began giving tips related to suits such as stripes should go here and there and the chest and waist should be - hold on a second.. The WAIST?&lt;br /&gt;Do they even realize they have one? Let alone acknowledge it?&lt;p&gt;I looove seeing nicely dressed women and men. I secretly want to take a photo of each one and keep it! They make my day. Especially men, because to be honest you don't see a man with good taste very often :P but there's a difference between good taste with low maintenance and obsession.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So no, you can't complain that you look fat. Hair mousse? I love chocolate mousse! You can't say the word 'shopping' referring to an activity you want or are about to do - unless it is food shopping. Blow dryers are unacceptable. You don't recognize fashionistas and models. Plucking your eyebrows is waaaay off the line. Face mask is something you see women put on their faces on TV and makes you laugh. You don't change your clothes a couple of times before you leave your house, and you can't spend more than 30 seconds combing your hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think men would be better off wearing a sweater with bleach stains (yes I'm referring to the one and only Ted Mosby) and an old pair of Converse. Trust me, taking too much time and too much effort gives the opposite results, plus it shows! So please stop caring so much and leave that job to us. It's in our blood and we do it much better.&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6348778774213859479?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6348778774213859479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6348778774213859479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6348778774213859479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6348778774213859479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-up_01.html' title='Man up!'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3324053133806884232</id><published>2009-11-20T20:54:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.139+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't updated much, or at all, lately, but there hasn't been a lot going on, same old same old. Fifth year didn't start being exciting yet. We just took Dermatology rotation which was..&lt;i&gt; okay&lt;/i&gt;. I never liked derma as a specialty and I still don't. I was going to write all about the rotation but I figured I might bore you with it :D I'm hoping the next rotations will be way more fun *crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, did you see Kim Raver (aka Dr. Altman I guess?) in Grey's Anatomy? I'm so so excited about it! I'm still bummed over the whole Lipstick Jungle cancellation thing (yes, still..) so I was happy when I knew Kim would be joining Grey's and I wasn't disappointed, her role is awesome. And even in scrubs and wet messy hair she still manages to look gorgeous.. I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also heard some rumors about Ugly Betty being cancelled in the near future.. That's very, &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;bad! Seriously what's going on with them? I love UB, it's my spirit lifting show. Plus it's very popular. I don't see why they would consider stopping airing it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I obviously have nothing to talk about.. I'm catching up with my shows hence this post. So have a nice holiday everyone, I know I will :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3324053133806884232?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3324053133806884232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3324053133806884232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3324053133806884232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3324053133806884232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-i-havent-updated-much-or-at-all_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-8432133846189536493</id><published>2009-10-04T00:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.152+03:00</updated><title type='text'>First day as a 5th year medical student..</title><content type='html'>Spilled my latte on my labcoat right as I was walking up the steps of the hospital in the morning and slept through psychiatry in the afternoon....&lt;p&gt;This only can mean one thing, this year is going to be awesome :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not sure I'll be around much now that I have all my girls on my BBM. I share every tiny little detail with them right away, which makes it difficult to post something after telling it so many times &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-8432133846189536493?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8432133846189536493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=8432133846189536493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8432133846189536493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8432133846189536493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-day-as-5th-year-medical-student_04.html' title='First day as a 5th year medical student..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5532773313733622992</id><published>2009-08-27T01:55:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.154+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hind's words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>1. Do not judge. Do not criticize everything and everyone. Someday you'll end up doing what they do and it won't be nice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Stop talking about how beautiful you are, how every guy flirts with you, how everyone is stunned by your charm and beauty. You won't be as pretty in our eyes,&lt;i&gt; if&lt;/i&gt; you were in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Do not get bangs unless you're 100% sure they will look nice. And if your mom says don't get bangs, then you're better off without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  If you don't take a picture, it didn't happen. Document everything. Don't listen to your friends when they tell you it's a stupid shot, it isn't. Years from now you will be wishing you took more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Learn to love milk and drink it a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If your university/college/school is English-based, write every now and then in Arabic. You will realize you have screwed up your Arabic handwriting over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Sugarcoat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Splurge. Money comes and goes, pretty dresses disappear off the racks so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Remember that every embarrassing thing happens to you is going to make a great story in a dead conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6ab3an I stare for few minutes at the phone screen trying to remember if I have asked anyone to "bring" anything but I'm almost sure I didn't ;p so I reply right away "who's this?" and I get nothing back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so cuuurious I want to know who did I ask to bring what! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Text message #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi girlz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;des is ma new number B-)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I reply right away and ask her who she is.. and also, again, I get nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under what name I'm supposed to save your new number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seriously..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1483758518841778770?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1483758518841778770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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When I saw her lying in bed reading Qura'an, as one of her friends told her to read AlBaqara before her wedding. I asked how she was and she just said "good" then smiled to me as I took a picture of her with my phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realized what was really happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's leaving us! She's leaving ME! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me know how much I love my sisters, they're my everything and I wouldn't imagine our house or my life without each one of them around.&lt;br /&gt;They are my four incredibles!&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm so close to breaking down..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister is the one who first heard many of my horrible confessions.&lt;br /&gt;She has the most annoying alarm clock that wakes me up and not her even though it's literally stuck to her ear, she only wakes up when I whisper her name and tell her to turn it off and she actually looks at me grudgingly as if I was the reason she was up.&lt;br /&gt;She uses my bed on weekdays as an extra desk, since I'm only home on weekends. I come home to find her bags, books, boxes, sometimes even food on my bed!&lt;br /&gt;She's so messy! So so messy. I go complain to my mom about how the room is a disaster because she doesn't want to get rid of anything and mama would say "yeah she got this from your father who never throws away anything.".&lt;br /&gt;We share most of our clothes but I'd wear a black shirt dress with vintage gold earrings and nude-pink bow heels and she'd wear it with funky colorful accessories and her shiny heels. Each one of us has a very different taste and we look nothing alike.&lt;br /&gt;She loooves to imagine me marrying a "6e3si" and goes on and on forever, making up conversations and scenes, laughing so hard until we're both out of jokes.&lt;br /&gt;She's not a fan of cooking but if she bakes a simple cake you have to praise it for 3 hours and a half or she starts pouting.&lt;br /&gt;She teases me a lot and then eventually go "okay okay don't cry wallah amza7".&lt;br /&gt;She knows me too well and always predicts what I'm going to say next or what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;She always speaks her mind. And you can never win a conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;She's an artist, a journalist, a writer, a designer, and love struck ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, I love you to death. I wish you the very best and this hubby of yours had better be perfect and awesome and amazing and extremely nice to you or he'd have to deal with the serial killer I'm planning to pay all my savings!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1294394944250614449?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1294394944250614449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1294394944250614449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1294394944250614449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1294394944250614449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-comes-bride_11.html' title='Here comes the bride...'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3895209900724784902</id><published>2009-08-03T06:56:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.192+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been exactly 5 days since we took our last final in 4th year and kissed it goodbye but it feels like months. This year was by far the most exhaaausttting, soul-sucking one. Plus it was freakingly long. 12 months ago I was taking my pharma summer course, followed by a long first semester, a loooonger second semester and finally a summer &lt;b&gt;minus&lt;/b&gt; one month *pouts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a doctor had better be awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I can't say there wasn't any good in it. Because there was, lootsss of it. Many, many new things we learned and experienced. Many stories I told my parents enthusiastically with wide eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was full of firsts, my first IV line, my first stitches, my first medical history, my first physical examination, my first presentation, my first public humiliation, my first crying in public, my first clinical examination, oh and let's not forget my first scrubs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now all I want to do is sleep and not use my brain unless extremely needed, poor thing needs some rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now one year after reading The Kite Runner, I finally got the chance to read Thousand Splendid Suns.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;i&gt;lurrrved&lt;/i&gt; it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people told me it wasn't as good as The Kite Runner, so I subconsciously kept that in mind while reading the book. But it turned out really great! I can't decide which one is better.. I'd lived through all the books' characters and sometimes I felt like I really was in Kabul and had to be dragged back to reality. I demand a new book by Hosseini!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll now start reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Reader-Bernhard-Schlink/dp/0753804700"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Reader&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I might though change my mind and start another book as I always do ;p). I'm dying to watch the movie but I'm afraid I'll ruin a really good book by watching the movie first, plus I already got the book ages ago and it's tiny and I can see (hear?) it shout my name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan to read as many books as I could this summer, any recommendations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3895209900724784902?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3895209900724784902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3895209900724784902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3895209900724784902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3895209900724784902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-exactly-5-days-since-we-took_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-7207601982570281779</id><published>2009-07-19T00:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.200+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When Khalid Hosseini says "the noor of my eye", my heart flutters.&lt;p&gt;In his two books, The Kite Runner and Thousand Splendid Suns, everytime I read it there goes a  mental awwww.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's veryyy beautiful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though when you translate it to Arabic it becomes more like a title of a cheesy Egyption song but who cares? It's too cute a word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So from now on if anyone wants to talk me into doing anything they should just say it and voila! No I'm kidding, don't say it unless you mean it! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I love you my friends &amp;lt;3 but being the noor of your eyes isn't enough ;))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-7207601982570281779?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7207601982570281779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=7207601982570281779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7207601982570281779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7207601982570281779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-khalid-hosseini-says-noor-of-my_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-2802975837798110130</id><published>2009-07-16T16:32:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.204+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sl8tpGMGinI/AAAAAAAAAas/7qLQOsV9Wqo/s1600-h/medicine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sl8tpGMGinI/AAAAAAAAAas/7qLQOsV9Wqo/s320/medicine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359052265653439090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is it even legal to have so many reference textbooks for only one exam, sorry, I need more emphasis, ONE EXAM?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum asked me about this exam so I told her it needed a loooot of studying and we didn't (and still don't) know exactly what and how to study and there's a possibility of failing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: You've been saying that about every subject since you got into university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: But this is different! This is serious! Not like the ones I used to whine about before!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: Hmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the boy who cried wolf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck! I need lots of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-2802975837798110130?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2802975837798110130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=2802975837798110130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2802975837798110130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2802975837798110130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-even-legal-to-have-so-many_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sl8tpGMGinI/AAAAAAAAAas/7qLQOsV9Wqo/s72-c/medicine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1602772897224910287</id><published>2009-07-14T21:05:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm DONE with my clinical surgery exam.&lt;/span&gt; The exam I've been studying for since errrm forever?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did well, less than I had expected bs el7amdillah, a huge burden was taken off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My patient was a woman from Somalia.. I couldn't understand her well, she couldn't understand me well. She was tired and boy so was I!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't have figured out what was wrong with her if the intern and our coordinator didn't tell me. It was atypical and difficult and at some point I felt like crying because I was really really tired and angry with the patient for not speaking Arabic good enough! You've lived here for TWENTY years! Then I felt bad for feeling angry (even though I didn't show it but I was burning inside) especially when she told me she had lost two sons.. I wanted to punch myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I examined her I found nothing and again felt like crying so I BBMed the intern, who's extremely adorable and laafly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ma ashoof.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma a3rf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mafi shay!!!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she came right away and helped me, I went out to the examiners, they asked me all the good and weird kinds of questions but I went out alive which is a good sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I couldn't help but ask them how I did, though it's "against the rules" as I've once mentioned but I just had to! They said I was good.. I hope so :) keep your prayers comin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to lunch and coffee with my friends and the one and only &lt;a href="http://sous-twobedsandacoffeemachine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sous&lt;/a&gt;, whom the last and only time I saw was last summer. It was soo veryyy much fun! :D it had been long since I last enjoyed my time without thinking about an upcoming exam. Well I do have a final medicine exam next week, but I was in denial until the Exam Witch came to remind me (you know who you are!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. now here's the best part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SlzbmeA3P7I/AAAAAAAAAac/OtkXxD9sWqA/s1600-h/IMG00288-20090714-2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SlzbmeA3P7I/AAAAAAAAAac/OtkXxD9sWqA/s320/IMG00288-20090714-2012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358399110602244018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mini coffee flavor syrup! :-O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why hadn't I known about it before is beyond me. I'm crazy about coffee flavors. I didn't know they had it for sale at Costa! It's again one of those things that every human being seems to know about except for me. I live in my own world as F always says to me. I was overly excited and clutching the box while each of my friends seemed cool and sophisticated and know-it-all-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pretty little bottles made my day :")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have to go "organize" my medicine papers, notes, books and stuff. Get them out of the drawers, blow the dust off, make a schedule.. etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Translation: I have to go pretend to take a very long time organizing my medicine stuff until it's too late and then I can't really start studying so late. I have to sleep don't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS, I tried the mint syrup and it tasted terrible. I guess I put too much lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1602772897224910287?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1602772897224910287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1602772897224910287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1602772897224910287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1602772897224910287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-done-with-my-clinical-surgery-exam_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SlzbmeA3P7I/AAAAAAAAAac/OtkXxD9sWqA/s72-c/IMG00288-20090714-2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3992830304068717031</id><published>2009-07-12T19:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.217+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry mom, this is as healthy as i could get..</title><content type='html'>Long time passes before I realize it's time to eat healthy food. This realization comes as a result of either mum's constant lecturing or the pity I take on my poor body. When that time comes, I go to the supermarket and buy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Healthy-looking cereal. Though I believe I could live on Cheerios for the rest of my life but I prefer to go crazy and get something more oaty. Forget about special K and All Bran (ukh) and get yourself Weetabix chocolate crisp, yum! Chocolate minus guilty feeling, life couldn't get any more perfect! ;p&lt;br /&gt;2. Dressing. I never ever ever ever eat salad without dressing. I love flavorful food and I hate vegetables! So I get different kinds of dressing; creamy parmesan, thousand island, italian, french, sweet mango and chili, yummm!&lt;br /&gt;3. Juice. Apple juice and that's it. Nothing else interests me in that area.&lt;p&gt;I eat those for a couple of days, satisfied and proud of myself, before I go back to my messed up routine. I believe these few days will be enough for the next 2 or 3 months. I mean we're not really supposed to eat salad everyday, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are your favorite healthy food picks? 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It never tastes the same! I personally love Costa's and Seattle's Best's the most.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I just received a video of a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; morbidly obese woman who's supposedly doing "morning exercise" and jumping around. Why do people think it's funny? It's not! It's veryyy disturbing and she shouldn't be making a fool of herself that way :s have some self-respect woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- What's the maximum number of best friends one could have? I think I have too many. But they are my best friends! For example I have this one who's been my friend since we were two and who cries when something good or bad happens to one of my family even more than I myself do. I have my human diary. I have my best friend who I talk to you when I know I'm about to cry. Then my best friends who I met in college.. You see where I'm going? And yes I know the difference between close and best friends but they really are my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's both a blessing and a curse. There's always always someone there for me but when I have a news to share I don't know where to begin lol. God bless text messaging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm reading three books now. &lt;i&gt;Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/i&gt;, the last book of &lt;i&gt;Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants&lt;/i&gt; (I love the series and I absolutely love Brashares, she's an amazing writer), and &lt;i&gt;10 Reasons Not to Fall in Love (and one man to prove them all wrong)&lt;/i&gt; which my sister got for me lol, she knows me too well :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Why do people change? More importantly, why do they change to the worse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I got the shopaholism genes from my mother. I told her yesterday that she could no longer call me &lt;i&gt;mobathera&lt;/i&gt; because I'm just like her.. I also advised her to watch Confessions of a Shopaholic. But I got a dress out of this charming trait so I can't complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Three weeks and this exhausting year will be over inshallah. It's been a very long year.. When I remember the first semester I feel like I have to travel miles to get there. Though it was fun and full of new experieces but it also sucked our souls out and I have a feeling the next weeks will do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I must eat healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I found my studying getaway. The pool house. Since I'm not a big fan of studying out and since the quietest coffeeshops still make me distracted I had to find a place in the house that's isolated and quiet and found it el7amdillah. The house was PACKED the last few days (I miss you already and hate you for leaving btw) and the pool house saved my life and a few extra marks in surgery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm going to miss my scrubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I just realized I've wasted three hours doing nothing. I should've watched a movie :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of movies, I want to watch Gone with The Wind again. I've loved the movie and the book since I was a teenager (I love saying "when I was a teenager", makes me feel mature :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6112652128452787630?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6112652128452787630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6112652128452787630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6112652128452787630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6112652128452787630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-blabbers_09.html' title='random blabbers'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-7408113411017197543</id><published>2009-07-05T21:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;اللهم لك الحمد حتى ترضى ولك الحمد إذا رضيت ولك الحمد بعد الرضـا &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-7408113411017197543?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7408113411017197543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=7408113411017197543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7408113411017197543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7408113411017197543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1465982854535990009</id><published>2009-06-29T15:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were just at a tutorial session where a couple of students do a presentation about a specific topic and then a professor comments on it and explains stuff and blah blah. Anyway, today we were supposed to have two sessions with two doctors.. And when the first presentation was over, the doctor started talking to us.. Mind you, this was our first encounter with him.. When all of a sudden a girl cut him off and told him that we still had another session (bel3arabi shut up n leave). It was very rude. Lol to tell the truth I was almost sleeping and my eyes were shut but his voice suddenly stopped and I thought it was over but it turned out he got upset and left. He's a great plastic surgeon who we practically dragged from his house to attend this, besides the other doctor hadn't even showed up! Couldn't she wait until he finished talking? Elmushkila he started his speech by "I'm very old. I've been working at this hospital since 1401 (1980)" y3ny marra 3aiib! :-|&lt;p&gt;So really, why is it that people tend to treat those who are extremely nice insensitively? While those who are mean and rude are most respected?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We human beings are very weird..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1465982854535990009?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1465982854535990009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1465982854535990009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1465982854535990009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1465982854535990009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-were-just-at-tutorial-session-where_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5511963082438314107</id><published>2009-06-27T14:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:39.237+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Open heart surgery in the morning, lunch at Fudds with my best friends, followed by a delicioussss fondue. Now that's what I call a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5511963082438314107?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5511963082438314107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5511963082438314107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5511963082438314107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5511963082438314107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/06/open-heart-surgery-in-morning-lunch-at_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-4677759853299320884</id><published>2009-06-24T15:51:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.671+03:00</updated><title type='text'>if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A few days ago the driver made me wait for a long time before he came to pick me up from the hospital. He had things to do so I had to wait. I was so bored and tired and I kept thinking "If I were a guy I'd just walk to the parking lot, get in my car, and drive home." (of course that only applies to us Saudi women :D). I'm not one of those girls who "wish they were born a boy", because I think being a girl is great. But there are certain times when you can't help but think "IF ONLY I WARE A GUY!".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So on my way home, I started to count the different situations that make me wish I was born a boy. I came up with a few, like wardrobe crisis.. these crises make me cry! You're going out tonight but you have nothing to wear. You stand up in front of your closet that's on the verge of explosion and think miserably "please God let me find at least a decent dress or a pair of pants!". It also makes you think "If I were a guy I'd just throw on a t-shirt and jeans and voila, I'm out of the door! And let's not forget the ultimate solution, A THOBE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I'd held that thought till today. I was getting my second dose of hepatitis shot. Let me tell you first, I have a verryyy low pain threshold, almost non-existent. A poke on my arm make me go "oooowww"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I was sitting there in the clinic, the nurse puts the needle into my skin and I start screaming at the top of my lungs. &lt;i&gt;"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. *pause* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. TAAAKE IT OOOUUUTTT.. IT HURTS MORE THAN THE FIRST ONE."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She finally did and as I was wearing my labcoat a woman opened the door and started looking around at each one of us, me and my two friends, &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;. Meanwhile, my other friend &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt; called me on my cell phone and asked where I was so I said to her "I'm at the clinic, I was getting my hepatitis shot" but she couldn't hear me so I repeated in Arabic "kent at6a33am". The woman's head turned to me and her eyes went wide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woman:&lt;/b&gt; So it was you who was screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My friends N &amp;amp; S:&lt;/b&gt; No, no, it was the little girl that was here before us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woman:&lt;/b&gt; No I'm sure I heard screaming &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt; the little girl left. And it was a "grown-up" screaming, I thought something bad was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was sooo embarrassed I hid behind the door! Later my friend told me there was a little girl (I thought they made her up lol) who was getting her vaccine and she cried, not as much as I did according to my friend, and they clapped for her after she was done. And sure, my only response to that was "but why didn't you guys clap for &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Moral to the story.. On my home also, where all the brilliant thoughts come to mind. I thought, el7amdillah I'm a girl. If I were a boy, I wouldn't be able to scream at the sight of a needle, cry for no reason, be emotional, and most importantly, be a drama queen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-4677759853299320884?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4677759853299320884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=4677759853299320884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4677759853299320884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4677759853299320884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/06/if_24.html' title='if...'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-9015884220425215775</id><published>2009-06-18T18:01:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hind became a fan of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was our Forensic midterm yesterday, and yeah, it was a party (i.e. 7afla, not so good :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Forensic medicine is verrryyy interesting, at least it's supposed to be. It's about the different causes of death and how we can tell how or what a person died of by looking and examining their body. Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/07/pathology.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pathology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; the movie? Yes, it's like that. Except we don't go around killing innocent people as a challenge - for one reason, we're still not experts :p we also don't get to go to the morgue (bummer), and well, we don't work with Milo (bigger bummer)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But as any remotely interesting subject they have to take the fun out of it. The lectures are booooring, the exams are difficult, and the notes.. well those are something else. Too much information, too many details.. They make you hate the subject and hate that you hate it because you're not supposed to, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Has anyone noticed how everyone is becoming a fan of umm weird things on facebook? I mean how can you be a fan of "Mali 5elg", "My father is the best", "Let me sleep 5 more minutes", "I hate liars" or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I don't sleep enough because I stay up late for no reason"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You can't be a fan of this kind of thing.. it's like a statement or something you like to do.. It's not a person, product, a movie, a place or anything you can be a fan of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;LOL check this out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=98828259477"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=98828259477&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, apparently there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; people who are fans of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.. Unbelievable! :-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have a laaafly weekend everyone and please don't be a fan of stupid things :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-9015884220425215775?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/9015884220425215775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=9015884220425215775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/9015884220425215775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/9015884220425215775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/06/hind-became-fan-of_18.html' title='Hind became a fan of...'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1012927500741379963</id><published>2009-06-14T17:08:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.681+03:00</updated><title type='text'>on money, birthdays, and people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Apparently it's the finals season and everyone is counting down to summer, while &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; start our finals on the 22nd of JULY! Bleh. That's just too much! Thank God our finals will take only a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to think that starting next year there won't be the so-called spring break, or the one-week holiday mid-April..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad.. so so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not living with your parents can be a little difficult at times.. My ATM card stopped working last week, while I thought that there was something wrong with &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; ATM machine I tried :D Until I got totally broke today! Not one riyal in my wallet, all I could find was 50 halalahs. It was scary, being out of the house with no access to money (of course my wild imagination suggested that my car would stop in the middle of nowhere and I wouldn't have money to pay a taxi to take me home and I'd end up dying. Usual stuff :p forgetting that that particular car would be driven by our driver who of course had money). My aunt got me my morning coffee, my dear friend Fonzie bought me lunch, and Faten bought me milk and a cookie :D thank you all for feeding me :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bs anyway el7amdillah I went to the bank, signed a few papers and withdrew some money from my account ♥  I feel live again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and did I mention that it's my auntie's birthday? and I didn't get her anything, thanks to my stupid card! She always got me the nicest things on my birthdays. I feel bad I couldn't even tell her that I hadn't got her anything yet.. Any suggestions on what to give a woman on her xxth birthday? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that some people can't grasp the fact that we're all different. We don't have to be alike. We don't have to think, act, and live the same way. Not only that, they also wouldn't stop pointing that out in a rude way. I'm okay with the way I am like I'm okay with the way you are and how different we two are from each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have all kinds of friends, and I love them all. Some might have annoying traits but I couldn't care less.. If my friend is dumb, I don't remind her of that every minute. If my friend is mean, I don't get offended by her mean remarks. If my friend is a narcissist, I'll always be agreeing on how amazing she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So really, if you think I'm wrong, trust me I know I am.. I'm either okay with it or trying hard to change so leave me alone and let me be. But now I'm sure I'm not.. and you can't make me think less of myself. I'm not just an ordinary person, I'm much, &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a birthday dinner to go to.. and I'm supposed to start studying for my midterm but I don't think this will happen today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1012927500741379963?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1012927500741379963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1012927500741379963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1012927500741379963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1012927500741379963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-money-birthdays-and-people_14.html' title='on money, birthdays, and people.'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6174258779876091801</id><published>2009-06-08T23:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.691+03:00</updated><title type='text'>eight.. ten..</title><content type='html'>Hellooo,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a throbbing headache and it feels like there's a balloon stuck in my throat.. I've been coughing since Friday (I don't do coughing for days) and my mum decided today that I picked up swine flu at our hospital (don't ask) and must be checked. Anyway, it's tag-doing time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His Sweetheart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bliss&lt;/span&gt;, and here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8 Things I'm looking foward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. June 28th (I guess.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting my scrubs :D&lt;div&gt;3. Being done with tomorrow's presentation elli I didn't read about so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My sister's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Moving in to our new house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Having my own childern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8 Things I Wish I Could Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Never get bored with studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Be more organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Turn my hair from curly to straight and back to curly with a flick of my fingers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Pause time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Have the ability to transform into whatever I feel like being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Be more confident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Write a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8 Things I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Causing a scene :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Books&lt;br /&gt;3. Doing nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Everything that tastes good ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Getting hysterical in class and public places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Nice people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Pretty cute little things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8 Things I Did Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attended two surgeries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Took pictures at the OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ate salad! :-O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Watched old episodes of HIMYM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Finished a 1 litre bottle of milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Decided to clean up my room but didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Went to bed at 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 Shows I Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90210&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Privileged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1 Blogger I Tag :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I was also tagged by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sofia&lt;/span&gt; to write 10 things about me.. and well there's not much to tell since I've written so many before.. so, my dear readers, pick 10 from this long list &lt;a href="http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/12/fifty.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and consider this tag done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone, wish me luck and fast recovery from whatever I might have :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6174258779876091801?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6174258779876091801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6174258779876091801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6174258779876091801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6174258779876091801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/06/eight-ten.html' title='eight.. ten..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3067118830274158608</id><published>2009-06-03T15:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.694+03:00</updated><title type='text'>cause there's something you do that got me walkin' on the moooon</title><content type='html'>It's finally WEEKEND, and not just any weekend, but a very special one that marks the end of Medicine I and the beginning of Surgery I! Yay!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how I feel.. I'm happy and very relaxed, and it's not even the end of the year.. I mean there's still two months ahead of us, plus FINALS! But I didn't realize how stressful and exhausting the past weeks were until I was done with my clinical exam yesterday. So here's to a long-ish weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of the clinical exam, lol it was hilarious. The case was very easy.. the patient was amazing and he was used to having students all the time so he actually taught me few things, and told me about a couple of questions the examiners might ask and how I should answer lol. Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still didn't know how to answer a few questions, some were very embarrassing.. Tanna7t to the point that one of the examiners kept saying "Come on Hind" in what was supposed to be an encouraging way but of course made me freak out and stare at the wall more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all in all, I did well el7amdillaaah :D I feel awesome and nothing can change that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to tan, cook, reeeeead, go shopping (I haven't bought a thing since forever), watch a lot of movies, and see my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a fun weekend everyone! :D ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3067118830274158608?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3067118830274158608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3067118830274158608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3067118830274158608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3067118830274158608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/06/cause-there-something-you-do-that-got.html' title='cause there&amp;#39;s something you do that got me walkin&amp;#39; on the moooon'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-9205313403918953252</id><published>2009-05-30T16:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.699+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know those moments when you one of your parents do something extremely adorable?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents and I were on our way back from lunch. We had spent a long time in the car, it was noon, it was HOT, and the sun was at its maximum shining power. So I said dizzily "I think I'm going to have a heat stroke"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father freaked out. Really freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I burst out laughing and told him I was kidding, I always do that! And my mum was like yeah don't you know her she's always like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I always have hypoglycemia, I'm always going to pass out, and I always have all kinds of diseases and disorders you could ever imagine. And of course I'm always going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ante7er &lt;/span&gt;or simply die&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I never say any of this in front of my father because I know he doesn't like it and he worries a lot (even if I'm just being a drama queen and el7amdillah I'm in a good health) but I didn't think heat stroke would really scare him that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cute was that? I'm touched :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally someone responded to my drama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck, my clinical exam's coming up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-9205313403918953252?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/9205313403918953252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=9205313403918953252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/9205313403918953252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/9205313403918953252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-those-moments-when-you-one-of_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-8755154867734044299</id><published>2009-05-23T03:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.703+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scared.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy up to my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my life back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-8755154867734044299?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8755154867734044299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=8755154867734044299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8755154867734044299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8755154867734044299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/05/scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-4258451028702817589</id><published>2009-05-14T22:54:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'>“i think fish is nice, but then i think that rain is wet, so who am i to judge?”</title><content type='html'>Last night I was eating out with my aunt. There was this family; a couple with their little kid. The man was sitting the whole time while the wife kept going back and forth to pay and get the takeaways and all that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6ab3an being the secretly unapologetic criticizers we are, we frowned and said things o ketha (to each other, not to them) *puppy eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y3ny if I was married I wouldn't want to do this stuff, he should do it. Actually, he should do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and treat me like a spoiled queen, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, when they got up to leave, the husband walked with a limp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a limp and that's why he couldn't get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine how I felt..  I hated myself. I wanted to cry out of self-hate (I tend to do that :p). I'd been mean and cruel with my thoughts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided next time someone does something heinous, I won't judge. I won't think bad, I'll just try and think of a good explanation o bss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel bad for thinking that way. Uff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-4258451028702817589?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4258451028702817589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=4258451028702817589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4258451028702817589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4258451028702817589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-fish-is-nice-but-then-i-think_14.html' title='“i think fish is nice, but then i think that rain is wet, so who am i to judge?”'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1830304288931252663</id><published>2009-05-11T22:10:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.735+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the regular days, the ones that start out normal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are the days that end up being the biggest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day, not until it's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you're right in the middle of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day you commit to something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or someone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day you get your heart broken..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day you meet your soul mate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day you realize there's not enough time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you want to live forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are the biggest days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The perfect days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy, stop doing this to me :"(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1830304288931252663?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1830304288931252663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1830304288931252663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1830304288931252663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1830304288931252663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-regular-days-ones-that-start-out_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-8822095271694091037</id><published>2009-05-08T02:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.738+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They've experienced pain and bought jewelry."&lt;p&gt;From the retro and super cute The Wives' Book by Allison Maloney.&lt;br /&gt;Now that what happens when you're home for the weekend and have forgotten to bring your book with you. You end up reading your bride-to-be sister's books, which I admit are so fun and have prepared me alright lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-8822095271694091037?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8822095271694091037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=8822095271694091037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8822095271694091037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8822095271694091037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-men-who-have-pierced-ear-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3238722242241464826</id><published>2009-04-30T16:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.743+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 43°C outside&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3238722242241464826?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3238722242241464826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3238722242241464826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3238722242241464826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3238722242241464826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-43c-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5993962064989908532</id><published>2009-04-27T15:42:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.746+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we started our medicine course (have I mentioned we don't have a holiday like everyone else in this country?). It's veryy exciting so far, and I finally got to be a clueless semi-real doctor!&lt;div&gt;But today I was little bummed because I'd prepared my case but the doctor told me not to present it because another girl had the exact same one (which I think was stupid), and then he said that I should talk more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know speaking out is not one of my best qualities but it was unfair, I was supposed to present that case history a9lan! Mind you, it's not the first time someone dropped a comment about me being too quiet. I'm not, it's just I don't speak until I'm sure of what I'm going to say. I know I'm supposed to make mistakes and blah blah so I guess I should work on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caffeine made a comeback into my life today. You see, my sleep has been super messed up! Those were the days when I used to sleep before midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come back home exhausted and I take a nap, and regardless of how long that nap is, I end up going to bed 3 a.m. and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;ast night&lt;/s&gt; this morning I had only two hours (plus a half hour of hitting snooze) of sleep. The night before I had to take antihistamine to get myself to sleep (I was desperate).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we made a stop at Dunkin' Donuts before the afternoon lecture and I got myself a mocha latte :D and YES my tolerance is gone! Coffee's been keeping me sorta alert since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching exclusive interviews and stuff with New Moon cast last night, basically Robert Pattinson (infinite hearts), Kristen Stewart, and Taylor Lautner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of it was stupid. First the questions were hilarious (the dumb kind of haha). Like when she asked Robert "If you had a sister, who would you want her to date, Edward or Jacob?" LOL. Seriously? But it was worth watching it, I mean come on it's Robert Pattinson we're talking about here, with the hair and the British accent and all that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it was Twilight fashion time. How to copy Twilight stars looks? Wear plaid to get Bella's look, a jacket and scarf for Rosalie's, and a jacket, layerss of shirts underneath, and a pair of jeans to get Edward's look. It was really funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5993962064989908532?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5993962064989908532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5993962064989908532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5993962064989908532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5993962064989908532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-i-need-them-if-i-have-wings-to.html' title='&amp;quot;Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6770382751289176343</id><published>2009-04-22T17:18:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.751+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dread (n.): &lt;s&gt;Profound fear; terror. Fearful or distasteful anticipation.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your tooth hurts so much that it keeps waking you up from your much, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; needed sleep and it seems like ibuprofen won't kick in any time soon so you end up with the one and only choice: see a dentist.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Se8vdJzXc1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Hyp6444Xroo/s320/84406358.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327529062096663378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentists are monsters with drills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No offence my dentist friends, I love you, but you do send shivers down my spine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say no to that lollipop though ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6770382751289176343?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6770382751289176343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6770382751289176343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6770382751289176343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6770382751289176343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/04/dread-n_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Se8vdJzXc1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Hyp6444Xroo/s72-c/84406358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-4973156004114486196</id><published>2009-04-20T15:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.754+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today on my way home from the hospital, we stopped at a signal and there was a woman (a beggar) walking between cars and asking for money. When she got to our car, I stared at her through the window (dark tinted window, she couldn't see me. I'm not evil :p) and all I did was wish she would go away right then.&lt;div&gt;I hated myself for feeling like that. I didn't feel sorry for her, I didn't feel anything. Zero. I just looked at her hands for few seconds before I started to realize how horrible her life probably was, how humiliated she must have been feeling asking for money like that, and how cold I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I used to sympathize with them, always gave them money, prayed that some miracle would happen to them and they would never need to do that. But then, people started talking about how most of them were liars and there are certain kinds of organizations that take care of them that they didn't need to beg and things like that. I believed that, especially that my father had the same ideas too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember after watching A7md AlShugairi's episode about beggars, a woman came to our car and the driver wanted to give her money but I told him not to because she was probably lying (talk about instant influence) but he was like la 7aram meskeena. I was ashamed of myself, I mean fine I decided not to give her money but did I really have to stop the driver from doing it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.. it's just bothering me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-4973156004114486196?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4973156004114486196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=4973156004114486196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4973156004114486196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4973156004114486196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-on-my-way-home-from-hospital-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3272816594056136339</id><published>2009-04-10T17:26:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.758+03:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days without coffee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sd9fCu1JY6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/m-CtsL36GwI/s1600-h/ilovecoffee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sd9fCu1JY6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/m-CtsL36GwI/s320/ilovecoffee.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323077785110537122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I was just under the placebo effect of caffeine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not even addicted! Life went on just fine without it, and man do I spend half my days sleeping! *huge grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I miissss it! I miss drinking coffee in the car on my way to the hospital and spilling half of it on my abaya and groaning in frustration every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss its sweet smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the vanilla taste in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the satisfaction it gave me, making me believe I didn't breakfast though by noon I was always starving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh well, it's for a higher cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've been waiting to say this out loud: my days of coffeeholism are OVER :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3272816594056136339?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3272816594056136339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3272816594056136339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3272816594056136339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3272816594056136339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/04/8-days-without-coffee_10.html' title='8 days without coffee.'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sd9fCu1JY6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/m-CtsL36GwI/s72-c/ilovecoffee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-8787784646693814412</id><published>2009-04-07T01:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.762+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm vs. Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sdp721qK50I/AAAAAAAAAaE/AYhtrPQ_Q0o/s1600-h/n681154717_792748_3722+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sdp721qK50I/AAAAAAAAAaE/AYhtrPQ_Q0o/s320/n681154717_792748_3722+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321702091738769218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL this one makes me laugh everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide which one I am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be really sarcastic at times, most times actually (sarcasm runs in our family), and dumb when someone else is being sarcastic lol. But all in all I'm a sarcasm pro ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one are you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-8787784646693814412?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8787784646693814412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=8787784646693814412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8787784646693814412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8787784646693814412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/04/sarcasm-vs-stupidity_07.html' title='Sarcasm vs. Stupidity'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sdp721qK50I/AAAAAAAAAaE/AYhtrPQ_Q0o/s72-c/n681154717_792748_3722+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5058405770033957580</id><published>2009-04-01T18:34:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have talked over and over about Ugly Betty and how much I love the show and the whole cast. It's so colorful and mood changing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also noticed that her clothes are actually cute! Really cute! They put the wrong outfit together to make her look like a fashion victim but in fact if you looked at each piece separately you'd realize how fabulous they are (most of them at least).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't find many pictures online - but here are some of the lovely ones I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miu Miu Slingbacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOnrWKitiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dngunuGPikY/s1600-h/miu+miu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOnrWKitiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dngunuGPikY/s320/miu+miu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779947980699170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roberto Cavalli clutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOnrSJxveI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eZXtA5ebKIY/s1600-h/RC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOnrSJxveI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eZXtA5ebKIY/s320/RC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779946903748066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Odille skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOvY8gnATI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MsvGNYa81Rc/s1600-h/odille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOvY8gnATI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MsvGNYa81Rc/s320/odille.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319788427949310258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christopher Deane coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOvY6hmDmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/NlXoCITtoI8/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOvY6hmDmI/AAAAAAAAAZU/NlXoCITtoI8/s320/chris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319788427416571490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viktor and Rolf bow pump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOnrV5lpkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6GhqhY28ws4/s1600-h/vandr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOnrV5lpkI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6GhqhY28ws4/s320/vandr.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779947909588546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaand this Betsey Johnson coat which reminds me of the ol' good days &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOv3K-Au0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/-ljVJlUphbE/s1600-h/betsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOv3K-Au0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/-ljVJlUphbE/s320/betsey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319788947226803010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also that Milly bow waisted pencil dress, the yellow jacket, and the skirtsssss ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6ab3an her clothes are not nearly as sophisticated and glamorous as Wilhemina's, but Betty has her share of bows and pink ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a fun weekend :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5058405770033957580?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5058405770033957580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5058405770033957580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5058405770033957580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5058405770033957580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugly_01.html' title='Ugly?'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SdOnrWKitiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/dngunuGPikY/s72-c/miu+miu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3754423266681348493</id><published>2009-03-31T17:05:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.794+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How many people does it take to cause a scene?</title><content type='html'>One.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to have some self-control. I'm getting more dramatic and emotional by the second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not good. Nooooooooot good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you do if you're living a huge conflict?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, I want to know, how do you work it out? Based on what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lost. There's no way out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm on my own. I have to be on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of waiting for everyone's approval. This time it's me who's going to make a decision and I'm taking full responsibility of the consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night :) ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3754423266681348493?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3754423266681348493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3754423266681348493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3754423266681348493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3754423266681348493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-many-people-does-it-take-to-cause_31.html' title='How many people does it take to cause a scene?'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5951008933431054630</id><published>2009-03-28T21:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride Wars</title><content type='html'>This movie is just so.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;! A7ss not everyone liked it but because I love everything that has to do with weddings I really enjoyed it :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Want. A. Wedding. Now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that Vera Wang dress :"(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A9lan I've decided men zaman that my wedding dress is going to be a Vera Wang inshallah :D ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5951008933431054630?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5951008933431054630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5951008933431054630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5951008933431054630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5951008933431054630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/bride-wars_28.html' title='Bride Wars'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-8343559332295527782</id><published>2009-03-27T22:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:44.803+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Trauma messes everybody up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe that's the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the pain and the fear and the crap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what pushes us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we have to get  a little messed up before we can step up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-8343559332295527782?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8343559332295527782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=8343559332295527782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8343559332295527782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8343559332295527782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/trauma-messes-everybody-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6326458850310282778</id><published>2009-03-26T12:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.217+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SctPD-Xz5bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9Eft4plFQfM/s1600-h/wld-n3ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SctPD-Xz5bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9Eft4plFQfM/s320/wld-n3ma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317430714742072754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sick of 500-riyal-bills-lying-around pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL look at the baby's expression! Poor little thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6326458850310282778?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6326458850310282778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6326458850310282778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6326458850310282778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6326458850310282778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SctPD-Xz5bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9Eft4plFQfM/s72-c/wld-n3ma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-149958615795242052</id><published>2009-03-25T21:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.221+03:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;LAST THINGS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Last beverage :&lt;/span&gt; Light coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Last phone call:&lt;/span&gt; Baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Last instant message:&lt;/span&gt; "76eeny feeh 5alleeni astanes" lol that was my high friend when I told her I'm writing a post and that's why I'm not answering to her fast enough :p Happy now Bashayer? &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Last song you listened to :&lt;/span&gt; Billy Joel - we didn't start the fire :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Last time you cried :&lt;/span&gt; Does tearing up count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Last text message :&lt;/span&gt; Hind send me the number. or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pink&lt;br /&gt;13. White&lt;br /&gt;14. Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIS MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Made a new friend :&lt;/span&gt; Yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Fallen out of love :&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; a9lan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Laughed until you cried :&lt;/span&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Met someone who changed your life:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm.. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were :&lt;/span&gt; I know who my true friends are - I didn't find out anything new this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you :&lt;/span&gt; lol no. But I'd like to know :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Have you kissed anyone on your Facebook friends list:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. How many people on your Facebook friends list do you know in real life:&lt;/span&gt; Almost all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have:&lt;/span&gt; Four to five to six :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Do you have any pets:&lt;/span&gt; I used to have turtles that I enjoyed nailpolish-painting them with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you want to change your name:&lt;/span&gt; Haha no I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What did you get for your last birthday:&lt;/span&gt; Manyy gifts and still recieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What time did you wake up today :&lt;/span&gt; 7a.m., hit snooze, 7:05, hit snooze, 7:10, snooze again, and finally 7:15 managed to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night:&lt;/span&gt; Sleeeeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm hmmm hmm.. going home tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Last time you saw your father:&lt;/span&gt; Last thursday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: &lt;/span&gt;It's all personal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What are you listening to right now:&lt;/span&gt; Abdullah AlRuwaished singing some song on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom:&lt;/span&gt; Madri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Who’s getting on your nerves right now:&lt;/span&gt; No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Most visited webpage:&lt;/span&gt; Hotmail/Facebook/Google and Google reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36: what’s your real name:&lt;/span&gt; Hind lol duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Nicknames :&lt;/span&gt; Hannooda, Noudi, Hannoodz, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Status:&lt;/span&gt; 3azba2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Zodiac sign:&lt;/span&gt; Pisces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Male or female:&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. University: &lt;/span&gt;KFU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Hair color :&lt;/span&gt; Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Long or short :&lt;/span&gt; Average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Are you a health freak:&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Height:&lt;/span&gt; 159cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Do you have a crush on someone:&lt;/span&gt; Heeheee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50: What do you like about yourself:&lt;/span&gt; Smart, nice (most of the time :p) and don't hate or hold a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. What don’t you like about yourself :&lt;/span&gt; Being clumsy and not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Righty or lefty:&lt;/span&gt; rightie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. First surgery:&lt;/span&gt; None el7amdillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. First piercing:&lt;/span&gt; Ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Your first best friend:&lt;/span&gt; Nawal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. First award:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm maybe in first grade 7g elgeeks o ketha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. First sport you joined :&lt;/span&gt; Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. First pet:&lt;/span&gt; Turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. First vacation:&lt;/span&gt; I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. First concert:&lt;/span&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. First crush:&lt;/span&gt; lol madri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT ARE YOU?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Eating : &lt;/span&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Drinking: &lt;/span&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. I’m about to:&lt;/span&gt; Go pray and hopefully do something useful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65. Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; Didn't I just answer this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. Waiting for:&lt;/span&gt; Midniiight baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Want kids :&lt;/span&gt; Of course!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Want to get married :&lt;/span&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Careers in mind:&lt;/span&gt; Doctora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. Lips or eyes:&lt;/span&gt; Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Hugs or kisses: -&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;/span&gt; Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74. Sensitive or loud:&lt;/span&gt; Little of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship:&lt;/span&gt; Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. Trouble maker or hesitant:&lt;/span&gt; Belno9 bs tends to be more of a troublemaker than hesitant :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Lefty or Righty:&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Shorter or taller:&lt;/span&gt; Taaaaaller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. Older or Younger:&lt;/span&gt; Older. Never ever a younger one :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;/span&gt; I lost my glasses for a couple of hours twice :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. Ran away from home:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. kissed a stranger:&lt;/span&gt; Huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. Drank Pepsi:&lt;/span&gt; On a daily basis *covers her face with her hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Broken someone’s heart:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. Been arrested :&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Turned someone down: &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. Cried when someone died :&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Liked a guy/girl friend?:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. Yourself:&lt;/span&gt; Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. Miracles:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Love at first sight:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Heaven :&lt;/span&gt; 6ab3an :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Santa Claus:&lt;/span&gt; lol no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Kiss on the first date :&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. Angels :&lt;/span&gt; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. Are you happy with your life:&lt;/span&gt; El7amdillah yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time:&lt;/span&gt; lol never had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Do you believe in God :&lt;/span&gt; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-149958615795242052?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/149958615795242052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=149958615795242052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/149958615795242052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/149958615795242052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-truths_25.html' title='100 Truths'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6057264574300831294</id><published>2009-03-18T16:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.227+03:00</updated><title type='text'>On decisions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The summer/year I was accepted in Medical school, I got horrible responses from some people. (not many el7amdillah, yet I was surprised :s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eeew garaf/disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GARAF? I'm going to save lives! I'm going to treat people! (b3d Allah sub7anu 6ab3an)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't stand seeing blood/cut-open bodies/cadavers..etc etc then I do, and I'm going to use that to help people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the angel of mercy (okay okay I got carried away amza7 lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't get people who think medicine is disgusting :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's too difficult:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) difficult for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: people who question my abilities and intelligence and think I'm not up to this :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) difficult in general: people who don't want me to have to work real hard for the rest of my life, well those I forgive :p they're just nice and looking out for me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So there's this girl I know, she was a medical student but when she was into her 6th year she couldn't take it anymore and dropped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This totally got to me! I mean I was just out of high school, wayyy more fragile than I am now, and surrounded by frustrating, unbelieveable people who should be poked in the eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'd be here if it weren't for my amazing supportive family &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And other things, like who's going to marry me? *gasp* :-O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comessss the ultimate question. First you have to know this, being a Medical student means changing your mind about your future specialty at a very high rate. I'm into a different specialty every few months, that's how it's been since my first year. It's also useful when people ask you the one and only question: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you want to specialize in when you graduate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So through my years I've had different answers, and most of them were rejected lol, like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Plastic Surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 7aram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I know, but I only want the burns and deformities parts of it, help people who've had accidents o ketha. I'm not going to do nose jobs and facelifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- OB/GYN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eeeew! Est'3fer Allah. Men jeddek? You're brainwashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Oncology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- No that'd be too hard on your feelings. You're a softie you don't have a strong heart, you can't keep watching your patients die. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(well that's kind of true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Psychiatry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- You'll go crazy like your patients &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(ugh, stereotype much?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Oh yeah pedia is cute, ynfa3lek. I can see you as a pediatrician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh why thank you! :-O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral to this long ranting post is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People should learn to respect others' choices and decisions in life. I might not like what you do, but it sure is none of my business. And if that's what you want, if that's what makes you happy, then I'm glad you're doing it, even if I personally don't approve of it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing, some decisions are universally wrong, and that's when you should speak out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6057264574300831294?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6057264574300831294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6057264574300831294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6057264574300831294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6057264574300831294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-decisions_18.html' title='On decisions..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-4737552204486948881</id><published>2009-03-18T07:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confession:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not prepared for today's group discussion/presentation. I'm afraid I'll screw everything up for everyone today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No freaking out was needed, I didn't have to do a thing. All is good :D thanks everyone ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-4737552204486948881?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4737552204486948881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=4737552204486948881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4737552204486948881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4737552204486948881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/confession-im-not-prepared-for-todays_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-2047698276984128132</id><published>2009-03-16T01:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.239+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who turned 21 yesterday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SbzURW7w4QI/AAAAAAAAAX0/irxdjTkgRlA/s1600-h/Pic381ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to say yesterday was amazing would be an understatement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 13-year-old sis made me the most adorable, tear-shedding video with our photos and a sweet song for my birthday. She'd been working on it for two months and it turned out very sweeeet and special! I love you :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SbzUQ_wIuhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/coz0nYJuHOs/s200/20090314420_cr.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313355048846670354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first cake at Friday's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks auntie :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was veryy nice until the balloons the waiters gave me caused a huge scene that almost ruined my birthday. But now we laugh everytime we remember it lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SbzUQ7LWp0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Rctkx4aB0EM/s200/Pic360edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313355047618651970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends threw me a surprise birthday party and got me this beautiful cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday Drama Queen&lt;/span&gt; on my favorite Disney movie character :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were afraid it'd be rude to write Drama Queen but I truly loved it :* I laughed so hard when I saw it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SbzURPADfcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/K7VCZRK-RQw/s200/Pic370edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313355052939967938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looove them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister got me an ID card necklace, I'd been looking for some cool ones online. But this one is soo fashionable and just in time, as yesterday was also my first day at the hospital :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wooden cat calendar that I'd seen in a shop last month and really liked. The braceletssss, my current fetish. Everything else I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends, I don't know what I've done to deserve you :* I love you to bits ♥ you made that day perfect! I had sooo muchh fun and I can't remember the last time I was this happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I don't want to be reminded that I'm into my third decade of life thank you very much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSS, I was supposed to post this way earlier but I was exhausted after the party yesterday and well today I did something stupid and took an anti-histamine pill to sleep and I ended up sleeping for 10 hours (not including my 8-hour night's sleep lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-2047698276984128132?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2047698276984128132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=2047698276984128132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2047698276984128132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2047698276984128132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-who-turned-21-yesterday_16.html' title='Guess who turned 21 yesterday..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SbzUQ_wIuhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/coz0nYJuHOs/s72-c/20090314420_cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1536420201642025195</id><published>2009-03-12T19:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.244+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't left my bed since noon, well I did once and got all wobbly so I decided to get back here until this killing headache and pain all over my body go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not how I expected to spend my last weekend of holiday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1536420201642025195?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1536420201642025195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1536420201642025195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1536420201642025195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1536420201642025195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-left-my-bed-since-noon-well-i_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6682002723376402790</id><published>2009-03-05T14:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For the first time in my life I'm NOT looking forward to my birthday, because on my birthday the new semester begins. Yes, I'm cool like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got so used to this lifelessness. This rusty brain of mine is having the time of its life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's a week from now, any ideas of how to spend the last week of freedom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we spent hours taking out almost all our clothes and rearranging them. Not so surprisingly, three huge bags of clothes and one also huge bag of shoes are gone! Yeppiiie! Our closet is breathing again and our mom no longer complains over how messy it is, it feels good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm addicted to Privileged. I looove this show! Rose is so cute and I love her clothes, they are so so fabulous. Sage is kind of la7jeya but I wish I could have her attitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I want to shoot Megan, she's so annoying uff! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I picked up my ring yesterday. Here's a picture as promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sa-1yxYHPOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LUsFTnPPJHU/s1600-h/hindring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sa-1yxYHPOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LUsFTnPPJHU/s200/hindring.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309662369545665762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6682002723376402790?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6682002723376402790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6682002723376402790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6682002723376402790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6682002723376402790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-first-time-in-my-life-im-not_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/Sa-1yxYHPOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/LUsFTnPPJHU/s72-c/hindring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-3129056903554923848</id><published>2009-03-02T20:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SawVTHh8htI/AAAAAAAAAWs/SMCoMQJAwyE/s1600-h/private-investigator-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SawVTHh8htI/AAAAAAAAAWs/SMCoMQJAwyE/s200/private-investigator-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308641478946096850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be an investigator.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWO &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; observant findings in five days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm proud of myself. I'm having an I-rock-and-no-one-else-does moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's related to my overthinking and overanalyzing, super curious (i.e. malgoofa) nature. But oh well, I still rock! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3129056903554923848?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3129056903554923848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3129056903554923848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3129056903554923848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3129056903554923848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-should-be-investigator_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SawVTHh8htI/AAAAAAAAAWs/SMCoMQJAwyE/s72-c/private-investigator-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1723158212046732614</id><published>2009-02-25T02:58:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.261+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm HOME. I missssed it! I haven't been here for almost SIX weeks!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see my friends - hopefully tomorrow. I misssss the idiots terribly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was in Bahrain ♥ today. All I wanted to do is eat and buy books and magazines because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. I was broke (as usual)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. I was broke because I'd spent all my money on clothes in the past few days so I didn't need these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to Virgin and had this conversation with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; self in front of Fiction books..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hind you have countless untouched books at home! You shouldn't buy more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But... butttttt... I've been looking for the first book of Shopaholic series for a long long time! I want to read it before I watch the movie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You promised you wouldn't buy any more books until you're done reading what you already have. You actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But it's Shopaholic *in a mental small voice*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fine.. I'll let you get this one ONLY because you've wanted it for so long."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aw thanks. Ooooh look, Never Say Never! This one looks great. Shaklaha 7elwa elge99a."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Please *mental puppy eyes*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Okay get this one and leave NOW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"LIPSTICK JUNGLE! I always wanted to get the book! I miss the show and I deserve this :("&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No. You've seen the show and that's enough!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But the book is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; better! And I'm in love with the show, how do you think the book would turn out?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You love the show for the fabulous clothes and jewelry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"True. No, no, not true! I like the story. I'm getting the book. HA!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Go to cashier. Now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes ma'am :("&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's it. Three more books added to the top of my unread pile. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SaSV1EdlSUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1O7iQRLPdk8/s1600-h/Pic290.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SaSV1EdlSUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1O7iQRLPdk8/s320/Pic290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306530999912712514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's Virgin ♥ you can also see Man'3o :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SaSV1CVmYAI/AAAAAAAAAWU/JqbZtWwWpfs/s1600-h/Pic286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SaSV1CVmYAI/AAAAAAAAAWU/JqbZtWwWpfs/s320/Pic286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306530999342358530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go read now :D pretending not to have abandoned the book I'd been reading (which I didn't even bring home with me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1723158212046732614?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1723158212046732614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1723158212046732614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1723158212046732614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1723158212046732614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-home_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SaSV1EdlSUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1O7iQRLPdk8/s72-c/Pic290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5742381462385746440</id><published>2009-02-23T04:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.266+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Writers</title><content type='html'>A great, great, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gurrrreat&lt;/span&gt; movie! Very inspiring and moving. You'll cry through most of it, especially that it's based on a true story.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilary Swank stars in this gripping story of inner city kids raised on drive-by shootings and hard-core attitude - and the teacher who gives them the one thing they need most: a voice of there own. Dropped into the free-fire zone of a school torn by violence and racial tension, teacher Erin Gruwell battles an uncaring system in a fight to make the classroom matter in her students lives. Now, telling their own stories, and hearing the stories of others, a group of supposedly "unteachable" teens will discover the power of tolerence, reclaim their shattered lives, and change their world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was so brilliant. You can never take your eyes off the screen. The two hours passed like 10 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it. I'm surprised I haven't heard of it before, I can't even remember which of my friends I got it from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highly recommended if you're in the mood of a deep, touching movie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5742381462385746440?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5742381462385746440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5742381462385746440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5742381462385746440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5742381462385746440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/02/freedom-writers_23.html' title='Freedom Writers'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1277863859586090435</id><published>2009-02-22T00:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags and Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have nothing to do *throws fists up in the air and jumps*, I thought I should do what I've been putting off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awalan, thaaaank you &lt;a href="http://c-skittles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Skittles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sea-of-waves.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bliss&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cookiesobsession.wordpress.com/"&gt;CO&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://candyad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Candy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://noufii.wordpress.com/"&gt;Noufi&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://his-sweetheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;His Sweetheart &lt;/a&gt;for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly Award&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://desertrosebooklogue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desert Rose&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemonade Award&lt;/span&gt;.. that's so sweet of you guys &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, taaagsss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Favorite Tag &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;By&lt;a href="http://cookiesobsession.wordpress.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookiesobsession.wordpress.com/"&gt;CookiesObsession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite colour:&lt;/span&gt; pink, white, gold, and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite getaway place:&lt;/span&gt; my dreams (okay I know this sounds lame but it's true ;p ewa, moving on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite perfume (girls):&lt;/span&gt; Juicy Couture, because that's the one I use now wela I don't have that much of a smelling sense a9ln ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite clothes brand in general:&lt;/span&gt; River Island &amp;amp; TopShop, DKNY, Anotah, Oasis, Warehouse and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite person in the entire world:&lt;/span&gt; My whole family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite country (not including your own):&lt;/span&gt; Hmm.. nothing comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite car:&lt;/span&gt; I'm illiterate when it comes to cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite sport:&lt;/span&gt; Swimming - it's the only one anyway ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite sport player:&lt;/span&gt; Also illiterate when it comes to sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite spot in Kuwait:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate Bar. Why Kuwait y3ny? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite animal:&lt;/span&gt; Monkeys are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite movie:&lt;/span&gt; That's a tough one.. Atonement, Enchanted, I Am Legend, Awake, Jumper, Juno, Gone With The Wind, The Holiday, The Devil Wears Prada, Just Like Heaven, Music and Lyrics, Spider Man, 50 First Dates, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, Serendipity, The Butterfly Effect, Definitely Maybe, Failure to Launch, What Happens in Vegas.. and the list goes on. (I copied this from my facebook profile :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite singer:&lt;/span&gt; No one in particular. I have favorite songs, not singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite day in the week:&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite time of the day:&lt;/span&gt; Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite holiday season:&lt;/span&gt; Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite number:&lt;/span&gt; 3, 4,  and 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite food:&lt;/span&gt; Are you kidding me? There's no favorite food. There's just FOOD! Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite chocolate:&lt;/span&gt; M&amp;amp;m's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite cartoon:&lt;/span&gt; All old cartoons &amp;amp; Disney classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite blogger:&lt;/span&gt; Ktheeeeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Flavour Ice Cream:&lt;/span&gt; Mint chocolate chop, Pralines n Cream, and Gold Medal Ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Photo Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://in-her-bag.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zina &lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The rule for the tag are:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Find your fifth photo file folder and then the fifth photo in the file folder.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Post the picture on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Tag other five blogger to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZ3PONfpR1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/z9pIG2c0PeQ/s1600-h/meesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZ3PONfpR1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/z9pIG2c0PeQ/s320/meesha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304623779159820114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;"7eeda at tha Party" by my very gifted friend M. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's it for now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1277863859586090435?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1277863859586090435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1277863859586090435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1277863859586090435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1277863859586090435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/02/tags-and-awards_22.html' title='Tags and Awards'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZ3PONfpR1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/z9pIG2c0PeQ/s72-c/meesha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-2413034414455978519</id><published>2009-02-20T01:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did it all go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally went shopping, I've been dying to spend money on something other than food and coffee and so I did today! Not much though, couple of t-shirts, make-up, and I ordered a costumized ring with my name on it ♥ I already have a necklace with my name in English, but I fell in love with the ring with the name in beautiful Arabic calligraphy. Don't call me a narcissist, I love my name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my sister and I went to a small Arabic art exhibition, and a huuuuge wave of nostalgia hit us. Years back, we used to go to that place a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;lot.&lt;/span&gt; We would check the paintings, ask how could we exhibit our work, get fascinated by the beautiful everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you first a little about my family. My mother, almost all my siblings, and I are artists mashallah, and each one of us is into a different kind of art. Our house is like an art warehouse, you'd find everything related to art in it, all kinds of colors, textures, canvas and pads, paintings, handcraft stuff, art books and magazines, etc etc, all over the place. I love to draw and I used to participate in contests and have my drawings hung all over my school walls. I was known for my talent. Now I can't remember when was the last time I held a pencil. I don't even remember where I last left my sketch book and pencil case, read about arts, or looked up upcoming art shows and events. It's really, really sad because I have a great gift and I know that but I don't seem to pay much attention to it anymore, and I don't want that to happen! I don't want to get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ruined&lt;/span&gt; by medical school, just to graduate as a doctor and that's it. I have much, much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told once that once I get into medical school I'll forget about drawing and I laughed. I never thought anything would take away my passion and enthusiasm, but I guess I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I might not be busy the whole semester, but once I have a free time I spend it watching or reading something or going out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I stood there checking out the amazing paintings (that I actually thought I could do better than many of them), and decided that I'll start to draw again. I'll draw like I never did, because THIS can not go to waste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should go buy a new drawing pad and a pencil set first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-2413034414455978519?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2413034414455978519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=2413034414455978519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2413034414455978519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2413034414455978519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-did-it-all-go_20.html' title='Where did it all go?'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-4488717579504408204</id><published>2009-02-18T16:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.281+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZwWTPL9f-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/1vhWQjQaXj4/s1600-h/meesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;تم بحمد الله.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took my last final this morning which was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;errrr&lt;/span&gt; I don't know, but I don't care. I. AM. DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bye bye university, heellloooo hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We'll start our clinical courses in three weeks inshallah. Yes! Three whole weeks of freedom and lifelessnessss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I slept for only one hour, every muscle and bone in my body aches, and I'm having the worst headache ever, but I'm tooo hyper and perky to sleep! I will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; sleep! I want to go out again but seriously I don't think I can make it to the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is beautiful &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;El7mdillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gottaaa go waste my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Any ideas? And please something that doesn't require any sort of brain activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or physical..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks! See you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-4488717579504408204?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/4488717579504408204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=4488717579504408204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4488717579504408204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/4488717579504408204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-7165552906451089596</id><published>2009-02-12T15:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.292+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Pathology :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZQShLi15oI/AAAAAAAAAVw/om5xYYl1cs8/s1600-h/jr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZQShLi15oI/AAAAAAAAAVw/om5xYYl1cs8/s320/jr2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301883022565828226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The BBQ sauce definitely looks like a &lt;a href="http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/medical/chocolate_cyst.htm"&gt;chocolate cyst&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;div&gt;"It doessss! And doesn't that brown thingy look like that picture of a liver with &lt;a href="http://tpis.upmc.com/TPIShome/tpis/images/H00030m.jpg"&gt;viral hepatitis&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ella!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Remember shai 7aleeb? what was the thing that our doctor said looks like shai 7aleeb? I forget.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;a href="http://shutterbug.ucsc.edu/sealion/albums/album138/pyothorax_copy.thumb.jpg"&gt;pyothorax.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Right!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Guys shut up -_- we're eating!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PS. the picture above looks like a bunch of 10-year-olds were eating lol, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-7165552906451089596?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/7165552906451089596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=7165552906451089596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7165552906451089596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/7165552906451089596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-bye-pathology-d_12.html' title='Bye Bye Pathology :D'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZQShLi15oI/AAAAAAAAAVw/om5xYYl1cs8/s72-c/jr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1880731192336274385</id><published>2009-02-09T19:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I blabber, you listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZCGXiBzcdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/KYA3THvcbYs/s1600-h/Pic224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZCGXiBzcdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/KYA3THvcbYs/s320/Pic224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300884500244558290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathology final is over EL7MDILLAH!&lt;div&gt;NO MORE PATHOLOGY *inshallah*! No more gross and microscopic crap, histologic subtypes and .. well that's what I hate most about pathology, plus the enormous pile of notes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still have our practical final on Wed. Ugghhh, that's just too much! I need to detox and sleep before I can think of studying bs shaklu I'll have to skip that part :s couple of HIMYM episodes will do the job :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooooh and to top it all, today we all signed with our OWN hands to have a 2-week holiday instead of 3. You're asking me why? Because if we have three weeks off, a classmate's wedding day will be on the last day of finals, so this way it's a win-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose..&lt;/span&gt; and we're just being supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay el9ara7a when I knew there was a wedding involved I got all awww-y and I thought yeah sure her wedding is way more important. Bs today after the horrible, horrible exam I secretly wished the administration wouldn't agree to change a thing :p I WANT MY FULL THREE WEEKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My coffee is getting cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep wishing me luck, me needs it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1880731192336274385?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1880731192336274385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SZCGXiBzcdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/KYA3THvcbYs/s72-c/Pic224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6318534212993586526</id><published>2009-02-05T14:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;عجبا لأمر المؤمن إن أمره كله خير وليس ذاك لأحد إلا للمؤمن ، إن أصابته سراء شكر فكان خيرا له وإن أصابته ضراء صبر فكان خيرا له)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;رواه مسلم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always makes me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El7mdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a 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border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it, genetics are too boring for my beautiful mind. My brain can't process anything so I decided I'd post something a7sanly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finals are working their magic, I crave everything and all the time. I eat zero healthy food. Wait, scratch that, I drink a liter of milk a day, that's kind of healthy though a7ss I'll have hypercalcemia someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My diet goes like this: coffee, milk, diet Pepsi, coffee, milk, coffee, milk, milk. With toxic food in between 6ab3an, and no water whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I miss home and mama's delicious food :"(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my communication skills - not that I was ever the smooth-talker, chit-chatty kind of girl. But I'm worse now than ever. I forgot how people have small conversations and I end up saying the stupidest things ever, or coming up with the stupidest topics ever :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathalan: my friend asks me "ha what happened?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go "ha la 5ala9 madry aish ha la madry ha?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did say that, not even on purpose like when I desperately try to change a subject ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone looks so fresh and clean and stylish to me. It's like we're in a huge photo with everything and everyone in bright colors except for me in dull sepia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think I might get bed sores from the complete lack of any physical activity (does walking from and to the car count?). One of my post-final plans: join a gym and never sit down ever again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all that don't matter, because, ahem, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. Those of you who are happily making plans for the Spring break &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; *pity laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We, the priviliged 4th year medical students, are going to have THREE WEEKS OFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aahh that feels just good. Please be jealous, tell me you're turning green with jealousy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait! I can't waiiiiiiiit! Forget about joining a gym, I'll sleep through the whole three weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I finished reading the book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt; I've been reading for errr - a month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was less than average. I enjoyed it sometimes 9a7ee7 especially when I needed distraction while studying but it's one of those books that make you go "hmmmmm.. 6yb o b3dain?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually when I really love a book, I get bummed out once I'm done reading it because it means that I lost any connection with the characters, as I've developed a one-way relationship with them over the course of reading. In the next few days, I can't stop thinking about everyone and everything that happened in the book. I have one or two dreams :p y3ny.. post-reading obsession :D But this one was just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;plain yogurt at room temperature&lt;/span&gt; as one of the book characters once said :p (is it fair to describe a book in a bad way using once of its quotes?). So I decided to start reading Marie Antoinette biography that I got months back. I love that woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta get back to genetics, wish me luck! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-3927030895443143475?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/3927030895443143475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=3927030895443143475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3927030895443143475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/3927030895443143475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-it-genetics-are-too-boring-for-my_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1879331482977311795</id><published>2009-01-22T23:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.317+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock knock.</title><content type='html'>This is my last free day *bummed face*.. From tomorrow on I'll be busy and hopefully studying non-stop&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; for my finals.&lt;div&gt;I'm so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; stressed out. I need a huge dose of my favorite TV shows to ease off my brain a little before I get it all worked up again. Poor little thing.&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I'll post anything before Feb 18, but then again, I might have to get some ranting done :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ed3ooolyyy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1879331482977311795?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1879331482977311795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1879331482977311795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1879331482977311795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1879331482977311795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/01/knock-knock_22.html' title='Knock knock.'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-2335631253254250461</id><published>2009-01-20T18:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.322+03:00</updated><title type='text'>On common sense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I hate bogus e-mails, chain letters, and 99% of forwards, especially the ones with "Flan's private jet" and "Flana's wedding invitation cards" pictures, and all those pointless stuff. But when it comes to this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey it is Andy and john the directors of MSN, sorry for the interruption but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;msn is closing down. his is because too many inconsiderate people are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taking up all the name (eg making up lots of different accounts for just one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;person), we only have 578 names left. If you would like to close your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;account, DO NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE ON. If you would like to keep your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;account, then SEND THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. This is no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joke, we will be shutting down the servers. Send it on, thanks. WHO EVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DOES NOT SEND THIS MESSEAGE, YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE CLOSED AND YOU WILL COST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;£10.00 A MONTH TO USE. SEND THIS TO EVERYONE ON YOUR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CONTACT LIST. NOW YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE DO NOT FORWARD THIS or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REPLAY. COPY THE WHOLE EMAIL. GO BACK TO YOUR INBOX AND CLICK ON NEW. AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PASTE THANK YOU FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR ATTENTION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: ترجمة النص &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;هاي ...نحن جون و أندي المسؤولون عن المسنجر.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;عذرا على الازعاج ولكن اردنا ان نحيطكم علما بان حساب الماسنجر سيتم اغلاقه وذلك لوجود الكثير من الاشخاص قليلي الاهتمام الذين يقومون بفتح عدة حسابات -يقصدون ايميل- للمسنجر وبذلك يستهلكون جميع الاسماء الممكنة لعمل ايملات جديدة لاناس اخرين &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;حاليا لم يتبقى في حساب المسنجر سوى 578 اسما -يقصدون ما بقى غير 578 ايميل &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;اذا كنت ترغب في اغلاق ايميلك فلا ترسل هذه الرسالة اما اذا كنت ترغب في ابقاء ايميلك فارسل هذه الرسالة لجميع الاشخاص الموجودين لديك في قائمة المسنجر &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ان هذه الرسالة ليست بمزحة..سنقوم باغلاق موفري الخدمة  او ما يعرف بالسرفرز &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ارسل هذه الرسالة لجميع من في قائمتك .. شكرا &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;اي شخص لين يقوم بارسال هذه الرسالة سيتم اغلاق ايميله ومن ثم شيضطر لدفع 10 باوند او ما يعادل حوالي 70 ريال قطري شهريا من اجل  استخدام ايميله المغلق &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;الرجاء ارسال هذه الرسالة لكل المتصلين لديك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord!&lt;br /&gt;It's been circulating around for what - 6, 7 years?&lt;br /&gt;People still believe this crap! I have 3 of that in my inbox, well actually my sister forwarded one to me because it's one of our inside jokes :D&lt;div&gt;Seriously, if anyone took 30 seconds to think before forwarding this over, they wouldn't because they would've realized how ridiculous it is.. and how, how on Earth is Hotmail going to track our e-mails and accordingly decide to keep or delete our accounts.. Man.. *inapprehensible 7l6ma*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice evening peeps :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-2335631253254250461?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2335631253254250461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=2335631253254250461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2335631253254250461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2335631253254250461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-common-sense_20.html' title='On common sense.'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-2639248971280437938</id><published>2009-01-18T14:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:54:48.327+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's unfair that animals get to sleep through the whole season (or that's what I believe ;p) while we have to wake up every freezing morning, leave our warm cozy beds, and go out into the, again, freezing world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate winter because it depresses me. Layers of clothes, runny nose, dry throat, and goosebumps. Not even the nice goosebumps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go into hibernation until March, it'll be warm and I'll turn 21 happy and fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Professors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does "make students' life miserable" fall under their job description?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it always our fault? Why is it always because we know nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why, no matter how hard we work, we never get what we deserve and we still don't have what it takes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not saying this in a drama-queeny, everyone-secretly-hates-me way, I'm dead serious about it. No one seems happy, all my classmates are miserable, worried, and scared as hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to pass this semester so bad.. I'm afraid of turning into a failure. I've lowered my standards since I got into university and I just managed to get over it, I don't need to top it all with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Messy sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mon:&lt;/span&gt; 2:30am-6:45am. 1:45pm-4:20pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tues:&lt;/span&gt; 3am-11am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wed:&lt;/span&gt; 3:45am-1:56pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thurs:&lt;/span&gt; 4:30am-11:22am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fri:&lt;/span&gt; 8:30pm-9:45pm. 3:30am-4:35am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat:&lt;/span&gt; 7pm-11:43pm. 3:45am-7:10am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a good night's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(don't ask why I still remember my sleeping schedule :p I have no idea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;My Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess by now you've figured how I feel. Remember the light at the end of the tunnel? Well now I believe that light is a train coming to run over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't keep my charming mood to myself, I have to spread the joy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A7ss some people are going to get reeeeal mad after reading this post :D I'm sorry, had to get it out. I promise I'll stop being being sad now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-2639248971280437938?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/2639248971280437938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=2639248971280437938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2639248971280437938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/2639248971280437938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate_18.html' title='I hate.'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1604950659357057073</id><published>2009-01-11T19:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.767+03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Honest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was tagged by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His Sweetheart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bliss&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks guys&lt;/span&gt;) to post 10 honest things about me and then tag seven other bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's really hard, a7ss 5ala9 there's nothing left about me that's not already mentioned somewhere here.. But as the tag rules instruct, I'll try to dig deep, and here goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Texting is a vital process to me. I have a human diary to fill in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Anyhing can upset me. One minute I'm perky and happy and the next I'm surrounded by a black halo of gloominess. Bipolar disorder? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ted from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt; is the male version of me. It's freaky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I often ask a question and not pay attention to the answer so I end up asking it one more time.. I always get "but I just told you!". Well it's not my fault I tend to space out alot faj2a!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I get carried away. Always, always, always. I get myself and other people into trouble because of this :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I have many bookmarks but I don't use them. Folding the corner of the page is more convenient ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. If it's not Dettol or Lifebuoy then it's not soap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I love to ignore show-offs and look-at-me people and not give them the attention they want :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Though I'm a whiney person who loves to complain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, I'm very optimistic and positive. There's a bright side to everything, and there's always light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I believe in signs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I tag, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faten, Salma, Noufa, Farah, Gloomy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Retro Mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phewww.. this took &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;days &lt;/span&gt;:s though I can see how lousy my deep digging turned out :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1604950659357057073?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1604950659357057073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1604950659357057073&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1604950659357057073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1604950659357057073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-honest-things_11.html' title='10 Honest Things'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5898835911700868232</id><published>2009-01-02T21:51:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.772+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SV5ikn3aWuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5yEPx4VPKAs/s1600-h/genetics2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SV5ikn3aWuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5yEPx4VPKAs/s400/genetics2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286771393895750370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‏It did cheer me up as Faten predicted ‎‎;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of a Twilighter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5898835911700868232?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5898835911700868232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5898835911700868232&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5898835911700868232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5898835911700868232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-did-cheer-me-up-as-faten-predicted-p_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SV5ikn3aWuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5yEPx4VPKAs/s72-c/genetics2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-886580991401420032</id><published>2009-01-01T03:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.775+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SVwQhxPE9hI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LxTV47UW5ps/s1600-h/tvshows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SVwQhxPE9hI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LxTV47UW5ps/s400/tvshows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286118234964424210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marking my TV shows' next airing dates on my calendar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey's Anatomy, Lipstick Jungle, Gossip Girl, Ugly Bettyyy, and, ahem, 90210.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait till next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy new year :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish you all love and happiness ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-886580991401420032?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/886580991401420032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=886580991401420032&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/886580991401420032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/886580991401420032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2009/01/marking-my-tv-shows-next-airing-dates_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SVwQhxPE9hI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LxTV47UW5ps/s72-c/tvshows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6629750122253703251</id><published>2008-12-31T00:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.777+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.ning.com/files/Happy%202nd%20Birthday!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 464px;" src="http://blog.ning.com/files/Happy%202nd%20Birthday!.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; years old :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember the day I decided I'd start blogging. It was holiday, my parents were off to 7ajj, I was stalking some bloggers, bored and of course clueless. I thought I'd end up shutting it down in couple of weeks, if not days, as I get bored veryy easily plus I had no idea how or what to write.. but I was hooked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I relate to each and every blogger, I tell their stories to my family and friends, I laugh a lot and tear up sometimes, they are like my imaginary friends.. and of course, some have become my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; friends, and that's the best part of it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, emotional speech is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you my amazing readers and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'd be still here if it weren't for you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*curtseies*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6629750122253703251?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6629750122253703251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6629750122253703251&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6629750122253703251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6629750122253703251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-blog-is-two-years-old-d-i-still_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1109105694409097980</id><published>2008-12-30T18:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.779+03:00</updated><title type='text'>and we're back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It feels like it's been ages since I have last posted. I was BUSYYYY (duh) and then I had a writer's block.. everytime I logged in to Blogger and tried to write something I ended up blabbering (not even my kinda-makes-sense blabbers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last three weeks were just hectic! There was so much going on and I seriously need a break from everything. A deserted island with my books and iPod or a tropical village where no one speaks Arabic or English.. Too bad I'll have to suck this in until the end of the semester :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're saying goodbye to 2008 tomorrow EL7MDILLAH! I've never been through so much sadness and drama and stress in my life like I have this year. It came around with a series of unpleasant events.. I'm looking forward to 2009 hoping things will get so much better :D ya rab!&lt;br /&gt;And I know also what my first new year's resolution will be (not quitting being nice as some of you might think ;p) but I've decided that I'm going to love myself more (like I'm not a narcissist enough).. but I mean, I always punish myself and threaten her and tell her she's an idiot for doing this or that.. and for what? No one and nothing is worth it! Bel3aks I should be proud of myself.. so from now on it's all "Hind you're one in 6 billion!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of nice, there's this campaign/group on facebook. I loved the concept and though I've always done random nice acts to strangers but I decided I'd work on it more. So I told a girl I didn't know at uni that her sweater is "so cute". Though my friend warned me that some people freak out when someone compliments their clothes or hair (yeah some are so paranoid) and we had to discuss it before I went up and did it. Lol so much for a "random" act.. Anyway that cheered up the girl I guess. But she was the only one responsive to the random niceness.. What's wrong with people? Is it hard to at least smile when someone holds the door open for you? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My books seem to disappear once I start to read them. Well only two so far bs it means something doesn't it? I lost Reading Lolita in Tehran when I was only through chapter 1, and I kept looking for it for some time until I gave up and started reading couple of pages of each of my and my sister's books until I settled on Angels by Marian Keyes. And yeah I'm only in page 5, I've turned into this I-don't-feel-like-reading-and-what's-wrong-with-one-book-a-year slow reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest addiction...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SVo44YLC4II/AAAAAAAAAUM/Llr-HWnr8_Q/s1600-h/big-bang-theory-leonard-sheldon-photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SVo44YLC4II/AAAAAAAAAUM/Llr-HWnr8_Q/s400/big-bang-theory-leonard-sheldon-photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285599653885304962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you just love these two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1109105694409097980?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1109105694409097980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1109105694409097980&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1109105694409097980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1109105694409097980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-we-back_30.html' title='and we&amp;#39;re back..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SVo44YLC4II/AAAAAAAAAUM/Llr-HWnr8_Q/s72-c/big-bang-theory-leonard-sheldon-photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-8155430895459694978</id><published>2008-12-18T09:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.781+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Swamped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SUnykkwFhEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uNp4-gVpUR0/s1600-h/retro-mom-staring-at-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281018748223194178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SUnykkwFhEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uNp4-gVpUR0/s400/retro-mom-staring-at-work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SUnyYlt9g4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/-P1YOaG2G1Y/s1600-h/retro-mom-staring-at-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-8155430895459694978?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8155430895459694978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=8155430895459694978&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8155430895459694978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8155430895459694978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/12/swamped_18.html' title='Swamped'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SUnykkwFhEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uNp4-gVpUR0/s72-c/retro-mom-staring-at-work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-8028543098339085509</id><published>2008-12-12T08:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.788+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SUH9xA5arPI/AAAAAAAAATc/PDNy_izWWIM/s1600-h/Pic021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278779256751172850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SUH9xA5arPI/AAAAAAAAATc/PDNy_izWWIM/s200/Pic021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying up till the morning drinking overly-sweetened hot chocolate and laughing hysterically with my sisters until our heads hurt &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to miss our utter uselessness :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-8028543098339085509?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/8028543098339085509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=8028543098339085509&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8028543098339085509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/8028543098339085509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/12/staying-up-till-morning-drinking-overly_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SUH9xA5arPI/AAAAAAAAATc/PDNy_izWWIM/s72-c/Pic021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1038716637563693608</id><published>2008-12-11T00:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.792+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Painted Veil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SUA7giGYDQI/AAAAAAAAATA/JD9roPepPcA/s1600-h/thepaintedveil.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;a href="http://xchocolatex.com/blog"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; and I decided to watch a movie together last night - or yesterday morning. And let me tell you first, my sister is quite picky, and choosing a movie with her is always a long, frustrating process. We sat there, imdbing every movie I got, reading plots and reviews, until we finally settled unwillingly on &lt;em&gt;The Painted Veil&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 2 hours we just stared at the screen, mesmerized, we couldn't take our eyes off.. except for the time we had to pause it and pray AlFajr. We dropped too few comments, mostly me whining over how cute Kitty's dresses and shoes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A snobby young woman, Kitty, gets married to a bacteriologist she doesn't love, Walter, just to get her mother off her back and ties the knot before her sister. Walter goes to China as he's specialized in infectious diseases to help in the epidemics there and takes Kitty with him. She has an affair with Charles, a married man and a serial womanizer. Walter finds out and lets her choose between going with him to the village he volunteered in to help with the Cholera epidemic there, or asking Charles to divorce his wife and marries her. Of course Charles turns her down and she obediently goes along afraid of the scandal her husband might cause if he files for a divorce because of adultery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They live in the village like two strangers under one roof. He's started to ignore her, putting all his efforts in his work. Like she doesn't exist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when it hit me.. The unforgivable mistake always gives me a shudder. And I hate to think this kind of thing exists. It hurts to see relationships break down because of an obstacle that one or both thought it made it impossible for them to step over it and go on with their life. I do believe every mistake, every sin, every foolish act, can be forgiven. And well, love conquers all, doesn't it? And I mean all kinds of relationships out there. Because I've seen friendships wreck, siblings don't talk anymore, couples split up.. and for what?&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us has done or will do something really terrible at some point. It doesn't mean life must stop there and everything just falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;Why not try and forgive someone who's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;real hard to mend? Why waste time on holding hard feelings? Life is too short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, he eventually smiled back at her, and I let out the breath I'd been holding since the confrontation :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was so..&lt;em&gt; real&lt;/em&gt;. I loved it. And the fact that it was based on a novel kept me thinking the whole movie &lt;em&gt;'I wonder how that scene is originally written in the book'&lt;/em&gt;.. but &lt;a href="http://ifarah.wordpress.com/"&gt;Farah&lt;/a&gt; and I made a deal, it's either book or movie. Never both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's your definition of unforgivable mistake? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1038716637563693608?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1038716637563693608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1038716637563693608&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1038716637563693608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1038716637563693608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/12/painted-veil_11.html' title='The Painted Veil'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-5952040130748608105</id><published>2008-12-07T02:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.797+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://cookiesobsession.wordpress.com/"&gt;CO&lt;/a&gt; to list 50 things about me.. it was hard since I couldn't come up with many things that I haven't already talked about here, but anyway, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I never wear sneakers, except when I'm working out.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hadn't considered Medical school until I was 16. I was planning on studying arts before then.&lt;br /&gt;3. I find denial really comfy. Like a warm blanket.&lt;br /&gt;4. Balloons scare the hell out of me. Why do kids enjoy them anyway?&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm very, very impatient.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have many blonde moments.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love to cook, bake, clean up, and act as a sophisticated housewife :p&lt;br /&gt;8. I get bored easily.&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't hate. Love persists, while hate fades very quickly. Sometimes I try and concentrate on hating someone and actually think "hate, hate, hate" but fail miserably.&lt;br /&gt;10. Whiney. Only family and true friends stand that :D&lt;br /&gt;11. I have my own embarrassing happy world that no one knows about.&lt;br /&gt;12. I seek perfection in what &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; do. But when it comes to others, I have very low standards and I accept anything.&lt;br /&gt;13. I love my name very much.&lt;br /&gt;14. I freak out when I'm the centre of attention.&lt;br /&gt;15. I think too much. I overthink and overanalyze things. I don't let things go by simply. Creepy huh?&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm a middle child.&lt;br /&gt;17. I have this intolerable fear of losing a member of my family again.&lt;br /&gt;18. Classic klutz.&lt;br /&gt;19. Easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;20. I don't get why people don't care about being on time. It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a big deal!&lt;br /&gt;21. I want to freeze time and read all the books in the world.&lt;br /&gt;22. I have a good memory when it comes to weird, stupid details that even the one who told them to me seems to have forgotten them.&lt;br /&gt;23. I always blurt out things I shouldn't have said. I need a filtering system.&lt;br /&gt;24. Dogs are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;25. I love learning about different cultures and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;26. I hate the fact that I'm obsessed about pink. I think it's lame but I seriously can't help it!!!&lt;br /&gt;27. I try so hard not to be judgemental, but oh well, I'm only human.&lt;br /&gt;28. I hate most changes.&lt;br /&gt;29. My pride and ego are over the top.&lt;br /&gt;30. A good listener.&lt;br /&gt;31. Being lonely scares me.&lt;br /&gt;33. Reluctant &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; reckless.&lt;br /&gt;34. Macaulay Culkin was probably my first celebrity crush ever *blush*&lt;br /&gt;35. People always think I'm quiet but once I like someone I can't stop talking when I'm around them :p&lt;br /&gt;36. My fave TV shows are Grey's Anatomy, Gossip Girl, Ugly Betty, Lipstick Jungle, Gilmore Girls, and House MD.&lt;br /&gt;37. Ugly Betty reminds me of myself :p&lt;br /&gt;38. I'm a caffeine junkie. I tried to quit it but by day 2 I was going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;39. I want to be an oncologist for now. Decision open to change.&lt;br /&gt;40. I hate when people go "seriously? you? a doctor? I'd never let you touch me!". Argh. Shut up 6yb?&lt;br /&gt;41. I love being pampered.&lt;br /&gt;42. Stalker&lt;br /&gt;43. The extreme opposite of blunt.&lt;br /&gt;44. Weddings make me emotional.&lt;br /&gt;45. I have a thing for bows and rosettes and all cute things (as my sister says)&lt;br /&gt;46. I want to learn to sew. My friend and I plan to ask her maid to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;47. It's very embarrassing when someone pinches my cheeks. I'm. Not. A. Kid. Anymore!&lt;br /&gt;48. I hate rude, snobby, and pretentious people.&lt;br /&gt;49. Sweet, sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;50. I yawn like a hippo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I taaag &lt;a href="http://me-splendid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faten&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ifarah.wordpress.com/"&gt;Farah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sous-twobedsandacoffeemachine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sous&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://glamour22.blogspot.com/"&gt; Glamour&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://to-be-fixed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raisa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mai-j.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://q8meemz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meemz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://omgimsopretty.blogspot.com/"&gt;SoGorgeous&lt;/a&gt;, and&lt;a href="http://www.amaluna.ws"&gt; Amal&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-5952040130748608105?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/5952040130748608105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=5952040130748608105&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5952040130748608105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/5952040130748608105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/12/fifty_07.html' title='Fifty &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-753373945437847647</id><published>2008-12-05T03:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.801+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, love, and a tag..</title><content type='html'>I'm broke and in debt.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you're loaded one minute, and the next all what you got is couple of tens and ones and zeroed-out accounts.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of money bills in my wallet gets on my nerves.. it always must be spent. I spend it on crap that I don't need then I get a lecture from my parents on how I must learn how to save money because they won't be there for me forever (I shudder at this part) and who knows what will happen in the future.. يقول عمر بن الخطاب رضي الله عنه: " إخشوشنوا فإن النعم لا تدوم".. etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister thinks I'm too absorbed in my books and movies. Well the love stories in those to be accurate. &lt;em&gt;A5sh jaw :p&lt;/em&gt;. She's not the only one to do that. People tell me I'd better stop believing those stories and getting so emotional because I'll be slapped on the face real hard by reality eventually. The chances of me getting an Edward or a Gerry or even half a Ben is pretty slim, almost nonexistent. But I know all that, I know life isn't the fiction we read or see, I'm fully aware of the cruelty of this world, and the authors for that matter. Why can't I just live through fiction for now? I don't care if it's cheesy or gag-inducing.. I enjoy it.. I find it really sweet and awww-y.. and I'm just keeping on doing that until the real thing happens to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by the lovely &lt;a href="http://sea-of-waves.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bliss&lt;/a&gt; to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pick a person ONE PERSON that we all know which is A BLOGGER THAT BLOGS &lt;/em&gt;(lol a blogger that blogs? sheesh that's difficult :p)!! &lt;em&gt;IN BLOGGER OR WORDPRESS!! only one!! and describe that person and tell her/him some stuff that you like about them and if there are any negative points then say them too!! and write the name!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick *drum rolls* &lt;a href="http://sous-twobedsandacoffeemachine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sous&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Sous and I have this mutual friend (one of my very close ones) and I got to meet her last summer.. and let me tell you, you can't help but love this girl immediately. Mashallah 3laiki I admire you, you are talented, adventurous, have a great personality, and I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; your writings. And I know you have this potential to turn into something great in the future inshaAllah :D I can see it! so keep on doing what you're doing girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Faten and Amal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-753373945437847647?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/753373945437847647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=753373945437847647&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/753373945437847647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/753373945437847647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/12/money-love-and-tag_05.html' title='Money, love, and a tag..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-1025450563172102403</id><published>2008-12-01T20:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.803+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a pound. Lock it down. Break the pickle. Tickle, tickle..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I unofficially started my 12-day holiday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm bored already. Uff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After months of not watching movies, I got to watch TWO! Two movies over a four-day period is a big thing to me now, though it was a movie a day. Oh the joy of Medical school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274891495646215202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/STQt3iK4vCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fQhhvclkAsw/s320/ovie_tickets_the_sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants_2_girlfriends_getaway_sweepstakes__1217372096831_anmiem8hx8o4og4s0kwkw0gks_3js97ckrsj28skkk44kwsgs8k_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first movie was &lt;em&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2&lt;/em&gt;. I'm in love with it! I loved the books and the first movie and this one was just as cute, with even prettier hair and clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me miss my best friends from school even more.. now I realize that the differences that have grown over the years we were apart just don't matter, they don't mean we've drifted apart. And after three years have passed, once we have a chance to get together, we're 17 again. Silly and perky ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274889512105135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/STQsEE51zkI/AAAAAAAAASw/3UGUi6it99M/s320/love-guru-poster-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw &lt;em&gt;The Love Guru..&lt;/em&gt; LOL this one was a huge laugh!! I thought it was a cheesy love movie (hadn't IMDb'd it) but it turned out to be a hilarious movie filled with idiocy that doesn't make sense at all. I couldn't stop laughing during the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't help but loooove Justin Timberlake, he was amazing.. I never took him for a comedy guy, just a good-looking singer who got to Hollywood because of his looks.. But he pulled off the messed-up Quebec accent just great. He and Mike Myers were really unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else is out there? I need to catch up with the new movies.. Any recommendations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not leeeeast, my sister got engaged last weekend :D congratulations :* welcome to the family our cousin slash brother-in-law..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-1025450563172102403?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/1025450563172102403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=1025450563172102403&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1025450563172102403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/1025450563172102403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-me-pound-lock-it-down-break-pickle_01.html' title='Give me a pound. Lock it down. Break the pickle. Tickle, tickle..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/STQt3iK4vCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fQhhvclkAsw/s72-c/ovie_tickets_the_sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants_2_girlfriends_getaway_sweepstakes__1217372096831_anmiem8hx8o4og4s0kwkw0gks_3js97ckrsj28skkk44kwsgs8k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6189289888125214824</id><published>2008-11-24T15:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SSrmQObjUZI/AAAAAAAAASg/N_Jbu4lBVH4/s1600-h/Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272279480216539538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SSrmQObjUZI/AAAAAAAAASg/N_Jbu4lBVH4/s320/Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FINALLYYY GOT IT! *sheds a tear* this book is &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; what I need right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and boy does it have the ugliest cover ever :")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6189289888125214824?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6189289888125214824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6189289888125214824&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6189289888125214824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6189289888125214824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finallyyy-got-it-sheds-tear-this-book_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SSrmQObjUZI/AAAAAAAAASg/N_Jbu4lBVH4/s72-c/Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-689339937250120584</id><published>2008-11-22T01:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.807+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I do this when I'm supposed to be studying..</title><content type='html'>1. What was the highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to insert an IV cannula :D and failing miserably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whose car were you in last?&lt;br /&gt;Dad's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When is the next time you will kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you good looking?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a constant answer to this one :p you probably should ask someone who hates me (6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the last time you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who came over last?&lt;br /&gt;My friend R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yess el7mdillah :) I have zero reason not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did you say last?&lt;br /&gt;"Shukran"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Spell your name without vowels:&lt;br /&gt;HND. Aaaand speaking of which, I hate when someone spells my name HEND -_- or HND :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite Vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere with my family &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you dislike currently?&lt;br /&gt;Liver, gallbladder, and pancreas. My headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Something personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your favorite scent?&lt;br /&gt;Cookies baking in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who makes you happiest?&lt;br /&gt;Being around the people I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Talking with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;March 14th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who has the same phone as you?&lt;br /&gt;My best friend M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last time you went swimming in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you read your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where was the last place you bought something?&lt;br /&gt;Anotah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ew gross!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Used to when I was "a teenager" :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have any expensive jewelery?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Myspace or facebook?&lt;br /&gt;facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How fast have you driven a car?&lt;br /&gt;-_- I hate you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever smoked?&lt;br /&gt;Nope el7mdillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was or is your favorite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry, math, and arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have Verizon?&lt;br /&gt;Huh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What type of boy or girl do you usually fall for?&lt;br /&gt;Kind, funny, and average-looking :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you have any hidden talents?&lt;br /&gt;Not really hidden.. I draw, I remember all kinds of stupid tiny details about someone, I stalk :p, and I have this amazing talent of getting what I want from my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Favorite Song?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a favorite one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like to sing at all?&lt;br /&gt;Yesss when I'm sure no one can hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Dream Job?&lt;br /&gt;Fashion designer or freelance artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Are you an only child or do you have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;No we're a big family mashallah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What was the first thing you thought when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Uuuffff It's Friday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Know any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Ever write a coded message?&lt;br /&gt;Yuppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you ever been IN a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;LOL duh. I love weddings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you have any children?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Did you take a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;Yessss, from 10pm to 12am, hence the headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Who has the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;Einstein :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Ever met anyone famous before?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you want to be famous one day?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Any Pet Peeves?&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like listing them right now :p maybe the next post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Are you multitasking right now?&lt;br /&gt;Haha not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Do you like Britany Spears?&lt;br /&gt;It's Britney and no I don't. Ughhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-689339937250120584?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/689339937250120584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=689339937250120584&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/689339937250120584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/689339937250120584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-do-this-when-i-supposed-to-be_22.html' title='I do this when I&amp;#39;m supposed to be studying..'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-958906680646536471</id><published>2008-11-21T00:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.809+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Appétit</title><content type='html'>As I was flipping through a couple of Bon Appétit magazines (we have more cookbooks and cooking magazines than Martha Stewart does, sometimes there's nothing else to read) while having breakfast this afternoon, inspiration hit me. There were countless easy, mouth-watering recipes that I was dying to try.. and though I'd given up on my "mastering cooking" plan long ago because I realized it was kind of boring not to mention that I wasn't that great of a cook after all, I was seeking for distraction today since I was supposed to be studying for this huge quiz we have next Sunday. So I announced that I'd be making dinner today and everyone waited starvingly for The Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after one hour and a half in the kitchen... *drum rolls*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left-to-right:&lt;/em&gt; Corn and cheddar cheese soufflé, parmesan potatoes, and sesame chicken with soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270854210488579714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SSXV-m8LNoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gqQdX4U-eW4/s320/potatochickensouffle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the dessert, a killer peanut butter and chocolate pie..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270856853978571202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SSXYYetTYcI/AAAAAAAAASA/Mq8WuDsDOws/s320/peanutbutterchocolatepie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I made a lot of changes in the recipes and got bored to hell near the end, but everything was really just delicioussss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm surprised, I'm so good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caterer, anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-958906680646536471?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/958906680646536471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=958906680646536471&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/958906680646536471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/958906680646536471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/11/bon-appetit_21.html' title='Bon Appétit'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SSXV-m8LNoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gqQdX4U-eW4/s72-c/potatochickensouffle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137317097490887992.post-6262773652092840895</id><published>2008-11-15T14:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:52:04.812+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the highs would make you fly, and the lows make you want to die ♪</title><content type='html'>-How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Laptop processing sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Za3tar sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;My best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;Great &lt;3 I don't want it to get colder than this 5ala9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;The driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favorite type of food?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh this one is hard, but as I always say, everything that's not green or black or greasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! The world needs more of me :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you wear contacts glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Reading glasses, and I hate how they look on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Fall &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favorite car?&lt;br /&gt;Pick-up :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever cried over a girl/boy?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember! it's been aaaaages since I last watched one. I barely have time to watch my series, let alone a whole movie :-O  *shudders at the thought*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;br /&gt;No but I want to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;Rightie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Do swimming and walking count? cause that's pretty much it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you could go any place now where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'd like to go home please. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you hiding something from someone?&lt;br /&gt;Of coooourse. A whole closet of skeletons :p kidding. No seriously who doesn't :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is the wallpaper on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;A picture of me and my friends with an orange Porsche.  It was on the day of a final exam and we were high and my friend is crazy about cars &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; orange so we decided to join her in this historical moment and ended up ruining it for her, because the pic now is pretty much five girls standing in front of an identified orange object. It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you a giver or taker?&lt;br /&gt;Giver, I'd like to take though :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is your favorite restaurant in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I don't have a "favorite one" bs ymkn Tony Roma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Pink (obviously) and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FOR GIRLS: Sex and the City or Grey's Anatomy?&lt;br /&gt;GREY'S &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FOR BOYS: Top Gear or Entourage?&lt;br /&gt;Clothing labels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraction time is over. Now I have nothing else to do, except face the reality and study *sigh*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" data-count="none" data-via="HannOoda"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137317097490887992-6262773652092840895?l=hindxblabbers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/feeds/6262773652092840895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137317097490887992&amp;postID=6262773652092840895&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6262773652092840895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137317097490887992/posts/default/6262773652092840895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindxblabbers.blogspot.com/2008/11/highs-would-make-you-fly-and-lows-make_15.html' title='the highs would make you fly, and the lows make you want to die ♪'/><author><name>Hind ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916177381658857618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GZc5etT8Esg/SrAKE0hXxaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0GrBv0yn7A/S220/88274556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
