<?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-10021211</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:18:48.754+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-7250232998247110678</id><published>2006-12-01T12:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:36:59.943+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LAND!</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a while because I simply lost the appetite to blog lately.  I have so much on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Stressed, over worked and under paid :) aren't we all, huh?  well.. I got a call from an old friend that kinda &lt;br /&gt;jump-started me.  He told me something that made my heart sink, and the only thing I could think of at the &lt;br /&gt;time was "I someone has to know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he was driving around in the desert (il bar) with a friend of his, looking for another friend's camp&lt;br /&gt;when all of a sudden they were being chased by 4 hummers and a fifth approached them from the front forcing them  &lt;br /&gt;to stop.  An American marine walked up to their car and started yelling "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING? THIS IS OURS!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend simply explained to them that they were lost. but when the marine continued yelling at them telling them to get lost, my friend yelled back " I am Kuwaiti and I have the right to go anywhere I want to on OUR soil"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point the marine started fishing for a fight, using cussing and screaming " COME ON! WANNA FIGHT B*TCH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT prejudice, but the fact that they used "OURS" to refer to a piece of KUWAITI land really TICKED ME OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna go on talking about it or analyzing, but I am sure you get what I am trying to point out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-7250232998247110678?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/7250232998247110678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=7250232998247110678' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/7250232998247110678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/7250232998247110678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-land.html' title='MY LAND!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116328680412580009</id><published>2006-11-12T02:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:19:11.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/star-additional-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/star-additional-1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/star-additional-3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/star-additional-3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen.. you are looking at the world's prittiest cooker hood.. SHAFFAAA6!&lt;br /&gt;BO9ALI7 CHEATED.. we had a previous discussion about it. IL MISHTA6! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116328680412580009?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116328680412580009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116328680412580009' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116328680412580009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116328680412580009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/11/wonder-no-more.html' title='Wonder no more!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116303466197795388</id><published>2006-11-09T04:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T04:11:01.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESSING GAME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/star-additional-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/star-additional-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think the round figure is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116303466197795388?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116303466197795388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116303466197795388' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116303466197795388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116303466197795388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/11/guessing-game.html' title='GUESSING GAME!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116272139169634847</id><published>2006-11-05T13:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:09:51.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Smart Woman's Day Quotes</title><content type='html'>Inside every older person is a younger person -- wondering what the hell&lt;br /&gt;happened.&lt;br /&gt;-Cora Harvey Armstrong-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut&lt;br /&gt;the bitch up with cookies.&lt;br /&gt;(Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.&lt;br /&gt;-Helen Hayes (at 73)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to think of them as chin hairs.  I think of them as stray&lt;br /&gt;eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;-Janette Barber-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age ain't no place for sissies.&lt;br /&gt;-Bette Davis-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close the door on reality, it comes in through the windows.&lt;br /&gt;-Jennifer Unlimited-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body&lt;br /&gt;starts falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;-Caryn Leschen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't be a good example -- then you'll just have to be a horrible&lt;br /&gt;warning.&lt;br /&gt;-Catherine-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on.&lt;br /&gt;-Roseanne Barr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every successful man is a surprised woman.&lt;br /&gt;-Maryon Pearson-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.&lt;br /&gt;-Eleanor Roosevelt-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116272139169634847?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116272139169634847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116272139169634847' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116272139169634847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116272139169634847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn-smart-womans-day-quotes.html' title='Damn Smart Woman&apos;s Day Quotes'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116212816591039433</id><published>2006-10-29T16:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:24:07.586+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid is Over!</title><content type='html'>I Still need another vacation.. I need to get away .. ACHING ALL OVER ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe I bet you are wondering why  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116212816591039433?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116212816591039433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116212816591039433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116212816591039433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116212816591039433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-is-over.html' title='Eid is Over!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116136538299975927</id><published>2006-10-20T20:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:29:43.016+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPPy eiD To aLL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/8678-017-02-1052.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/8678-017-02-1052.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, loved ones, and fellow bloggers, &lt;br /&gt;Taqabbal allah 6aa3atkum, o 3asaakum min 3wwadah.. Eidkum o kil ayyamkum imbaarika ya rab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116136538299975927?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116136538299975927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116136538299975927' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116136538299975927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116136538299975927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-eid-to-all_20.html' title='HaPPy eiD To aLL!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116096188935158217</id><published>2006-10-16T04:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T04:24:49.396+03:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA HAYAT AL FAHAD!</title><content type='html'>Honestly! The best Ramadan Series this year is ALFERYAH! Absolutely captivating.. Sij &lt;br /&gt;3afya 3ala 7ayat Al-Fahad, since she wrote it.  And her acting is amazing! You smile when she&lt;br /&gt;smiles and cry when she cries... Can't wait to see it all over again after Ramadan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116096188935158217?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116096188935158217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116096188935158217' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116096188935158217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116096188935158217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/viva-hayat-al-fahad.html' title='VIVA HAYAT AL FAHAD!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116082443844247854</id><published>2006-10-14T14:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:13:59.580+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when...</title><content type='html'>1. You are at the office and someone in the next office is practically yelling and laughing so loud that you can't hear yourself thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone keeps asking you to come see something that is soooo hilarious, and when you walk over, you find it that whatever they want to show you doesn't even make you smile ( sakhefeeeeen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you plan an outing with a friend and he/she calls you to ask you to leave your place an hour earlier to be able to stop somewhere. AND YOU KNOW THEY WON'T BENEFIT FROM THAT STOP! (waste of time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone calls you at 3 AM and you are dead asleep and tells you to wake up and pray, it's Ramadan! ( I am old enough to handle my own business with god!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When a girl tries to be sweeter and more soft spoken than she really is! ( get over yourselves girls! Tara Walla mako a7la min being natural around people)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116082443844247854?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116082443844247854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116082443844247854' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116082443844247854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116082443844247854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-it-when.html' title='I hate it when...'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116048462679873158</id><published>2006-10-10T15:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:50:27.196+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What Matters Most?</title><content type='html'>Different people have different priorities, but really, what is more importan when it comes to work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) being in a demanding job, that pays little. However, good reputation and your colleagues are great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Being in a less demanding job, pays more, but the company is not a well known one!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116048462679873158?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116048462679873158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116048462679873158' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116048462679873158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116048462679873158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-matters-most.html' title='What Matters Most?'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116039817487916299</id><published>2006-10-09T15:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:49:34.893+03:00</updated><title type='text'>مقتطفات</title><content type='html'>لها مقلة لو نظرت بها                لراهب لصام لله و ابتهل&lt;br /&gt;لأصبح مفتونا معنا بحبها           كأنه لم يصم يوما ولم يصل &lt;br /&gt;عراقية الأطراف, مكية الحشى    حجازية العينين, رومية الكفل&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116039817487916299?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116039817487916299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116039817487916299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116039817487916299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116039817487916299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='مقتطفات'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116018319798387148</id><published>2006-10-07T04:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T04:06:38.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My cottage! 3naad 3ala mosan! :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/getmsg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/getmsg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116018319798387148?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116018319798387148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116018319798387148' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116018319798387148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116018319798387148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-cottage-3naad-3ala-mosan-p.html' title='My cottage! 3naad 3ala mosan! :P'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-116009923674075954</id><published>2006-10-06T04:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T04:48:34.993+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and over and over..</title><content type='html'>Notice how everyone makes fun of Indian movies!? Everyone says that all the stories are the same.. And that they can predict the villain's next move, and the good guy's come pack.. You can even tell when that dance in the rain will start, and the rolling on green grass part.. We all poke fun on those movies.. But honestly are we any different?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the 99 series playing in Ramadan, I realized we also have the same problem!  We are going around in circles.. Same theme.. Different people .. Or settings.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the powerful businessman with the naughty mistress.. &lt;br /&gt;drug addicts.. Abused women.. Broken families.. Careless youth... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ana bes abi a3arf shay wa7ed! those goddamn writers, do they really think that they are tackling social issues by producing depressing scripts? What are they trying to do? Raise awareness?! The only thing they are raising is a sense of hopelessness and  acceptance of everything bad this society throws at you !  wain musalsalaaat awwal?? wain darb izzalag? wain alaqdaar o el malgoof?? wain o wain o wain.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to laugh so much while watching an old theater play.. Now we frown and try to tolerate all the yelling and screaming, and lack of rationality.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn from the oldies.. tara old is gold.. Stop the negative conditioning .. This society needs an uplift.. An emotional boost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I making sense ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-116009923674075954?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/116009923674075954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=116009923674075954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116009923674075954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/116009923674075954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/over-and-over-and-over.html' title='Over and over and over..'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115988000152019971</id><published>2006-10-03T15:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:53:21.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIDS!.. Can't live without'em, can't burn them alive!</title><content type='html'>I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW THEY WORK.. You say left, they go right.. You say yes, they say maybe! I am not sure how to deal with them anymore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that if you are nice to them, they will appreciate you and be loyal. Well it obviously does not work that way. I even give them money just to buy their loyalty.. AND THEY BACK STAB ME!.. The steal your things, or loose them.. And it makes me mad as hell when they break things and hide them! Come and tell me you broke it, I swear I KNOW that people drop things.. Don't hide it and hope I won't find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!.. And you give them SPECIFIC instructions on how you want things to be done. For example let's say how to wash your shirt and how to iron it. THEY GO AND DO IT THEIR WAY REGARDLESS!.. Amazing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I decided to be mean, right? And I started having an attitude and started being specific and bossy.. And what do I get!? A MAID YELLS AT ME IN FRONT OF ALL THE OTHER MAIDS! I never thought of myself as a harsh aggressive person, but MY GOD! I was clinching my fists so tight because I felt that the minute I let loose I am going to slap that woman so hard! Her eye balls might get knocked out!.. The things she said, and worse yet THE WAY SHE SAID IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody help me, how do you keep them in line!? I am not used to giving orders and I have a tender heart, cannot be hard on them. ADVICE PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115988000152019971?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115988000152019971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115988000152019971' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115988000152019971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115988000152019971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/maids-cant-live-withoutem-cant-burn.html' title='MAIDS!.. Can&apos;t live without&apos;em, can&apos;t burn them alive!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115975136820287640</id><published>2006-10-02T04:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T04:09:28.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sij 3ad?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/contacts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/contacts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAA KHALLAW 7AG AHAL FAILECHA SHAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115975136820287640?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115975136820287640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115975136820287640' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115975136820287640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115975136820287640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/sij-3ad.html' title='sij 3ad?!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115970448114102760</id><published>2006-10-01T14:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:08:01.170+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT WHY!?</title><content type='html'>My niece has this habit where she absolutely have to question everything.. This is it is my turn to ask .. BUT WHY!? Why is it in every freak'n new job, old staff members are threatened by rookies?! They try to be friendly and get close to you, then they tell you how bad this place is.. How corrupted management is.. How crappy the pay is.. And then they turn around and say.. But they must have made it up for you, how much are they giving you?  Or ( and this is my favorite) "who's your was6a!? "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF IT WAS THAT BAD THEN WHY IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU STILL AROUND?! hahaha Thank god for optimism! I think my presence threatens them! They constantly ask how I am doing.. And how my sales are going (yes I have a target and I am in sales!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I should have been the one fearing those guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115970448114102760?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115970448114102760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115970448114102760' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115970448114102760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115970448114102760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/10/but-why.html' title='BUT WHY!?'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115940479109133500</id><published>2006-09-28T02:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T03:53:12.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering..</title><content type='html'>How do I say this?!... Well, I guess the best way to begin is by telling you about  a conversation I had this morning with a friend. We were talking about different things. We did not know much about eachother's past, so we talked a bit about ourselves, and I laughed because we had so much in common.  I actually feel closer to that person now.  However, the conversation unleashed old memories.. as I drifted away in thought, I heard my friend say " Everyone has hidden skeletons in his/her closet!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is so true! We all have a side of us that is hidden in the dark.. To some it is hidden so deep that it actually floats somewhere in their subconscious.  Blocked, completely locked away.  But the question is, what constitutes something as bad or good?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our society is so funny. Simple things are marked as taboo. People frown up-on incidents and turn around and do them.. "You shouldn't do this.. You can't .. 3eib 3eib.. Society, reputation.. " And the list goes on. You hear those words being echoed around you. BUT WHY NOT?! I believe that every person has a PERSONAL life.. And things we do ( good or bad ) shape our character today.  I personally have done things that I know my society would not  approve of, but " FRANKLY MY DEAR, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!"  I love the person I am today, because of my past.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our society is more educated than it used to be.  You would expect more of people now-a-days. So here is my advice, and please feel free to pass it on: stop gossiping! Stop acting like saints... Just take things at face value and be yourself.. This is a short-cut to happiness! You will thank me later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115940479109133500?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115940479109133500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115940479109133500' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115940479109133500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115940479109133500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering..'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115905390608193967</id><published>2006-09-24T02:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:25:39.493+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ramadan To All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/ramadan_devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/ramadan_devil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mubarak 3alaikum il shahar o 3asakum min 3awwada :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115905390608193967?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115905390608193967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115905390608193967' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115905390608193967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115905390608193967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-ramadan-to-all.html' title='Happy Ramadan To All'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115879420036693291</id><published>2006-09-21T02:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:16:40.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'>il Kuwait ma tenbagha hal weekend</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how crowded Kuwait is right now.. MA YEN FEE!!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone out out for a while.. usually I am hanging out here and there..but my &lt;br /&gt;friends decided they wanted to go out for Sushi.. and I couldn't believe how long it took me &lt;br /&gt;to get to wasabi.. cars were not moving.. people had attitudes.. and the best part is.. when you look and &lt;br /&gt;see why your lane is not moving.. you see an IDIOT holding up traffic to flirt with the girl &lt;br /&gt;in the next car.. and people honking left and right!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's advice is: NEVER GO OUT ON THE WEEKEND UNLESS YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115879420036693291?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115879420036693291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115879420036693291' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115879420036693291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115879420036693291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/il-kuwait-ma-tenbagha-hal-weekend.html' title='il Kuwait ma tenbagha hal weekend'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115868081154582186</id><published>2006-09-19T18:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:46:52.103+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/sp640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/sp640.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking what I'm thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115868081154582186?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115868081154582186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115868081154582186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115868081154582186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115868081154582186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/are-you-thinking-what-im-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115862372171547764</id><published>2006-09-19T00:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:55:21.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday JellyBelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/HB-00133-C%7EWarm-Wishes-for-a-Happy-Birthday-Mouse-and-Candle-Posters.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/HB-00133-C%7EWarm-Wishes-for-a-Happy-Birthday-Mouse-and-Candle-Posters.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/FN0665%7EBirthday-Cake-Posters.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/FN0665%7EBirthday-Cake-Posters.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/FN0068%7EBirthday-Party-Posters.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/320/FN0068%7EBirthday-Party-Posters.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a birthday if you don't blow out the candles right?? ;) &lt;br /&gt;hope you have a fantabulous Birthday love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115862372171547764?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115862372171547764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115862372171547764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115862372171547764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115862372171547764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-jellybelly.html' title='Happy Birthday JellyBelly'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115856281452534055</id><published>2006-09-18T09:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:00:14.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>work work work.. I need to break away from all this.. &lt;br /&gt;someone please pull me away from this on going cycle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115856281452534055?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115856281452534055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115856281452534055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115856281452534055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115856281452534055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115844494432815643</id><published>2006-09-17T00:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:15:44.356+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I took a picture!</title><content type='html'>I was in a jam3eyya and I saw the coolest thing..&lt;br /&gt;since the jam3eyya was so crowded, people were parking &lt;br /&gt;on top of each other.. I was circling the parking lot when&lt;br /&gt;something caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an Indian guy on one of those &lt;br /&gt;motored-wheelchairs.. kisar khaaaa6ri .. He was zigzagging &lt;br /&gt;between the cars and when he reached the jam3eyya,, &lt;br /&gt;HE PARKED IT AND STOOD UP, ASKED SOMEONE TO WATCH&lt;br /&gt;IT FOR HIM WHILE HE DID HIS SHOPPING! heheheheh SMART&lt;br /&gt;imagine if he borrowed the chair min m3azbeta il 3ayoooz.. bes &lt;br /&gt;3ashaan malah khilg izza7ma?? walla falta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115844494432815643?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115844494432815643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115844494432815643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115844494432815643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115844494432815643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wish-i-took-picture.html' title='I wish I took a picture!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115835939696941432</id><published>2006-09-16T00:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:29:57.020+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe boxes</title><content type='html'>Different people have different uses for shoe boxes.  Some like to keep their shoes stored in them.&lt;br /&gt;Others use them to stock things, like containers, be it photos or beer caps.. Personally, I throw them &lt;br /&gt;away.. Or so I thought!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently noticed a strange phenomenon taking place in my own bedroom.. THERE ARE SHOE BOXES EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;on my dressing table.. In side my drawers, on my night-stands.. EVERYWHERE.. And they were filled with my things!&lt;br /&gt;my lotions and perfumes in one, my make-up in another.. HELL! Even my remote controls were lined-up in &lt;br /&gt; a small tray (the shoe box cover) hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after further investigation, Apparently we have a new maid and she thought she was doing a magnificent job &lt;br /&gt;arranging my room, ya3ni she wanted to blow me away her tidiness and cleanness! The poor thing was &lt;br /&gt;devastated to see how angry I was. I simply asked her to take away all the boxes and never clean my room again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehee I am EVUL, I know.. But I like things to be done in a certain way and I don't have the patience to &lt;br /&gt;teach right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115835939696941432?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115835939696941432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115835939696941432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115835939696941432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115835939696941432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/shoe-boxes.html' title='Shoe boxes'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115823360601082113</id><published>2006-09-14T13:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:33:26.043+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Friend, with love! ;)</title><content type='html'>You held the fork and poked me with it, and yelled " MOOOTAY MOOTAY!"... That's the mental image I have for you right now!&lt;br /&gt;you were always a big kid that gets teased easy and incapable of giving good come-backs ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved every minute of our time together.. We've been through so much.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were driving back from school and hit that damn deer?? You were all calm and collect until we got &lt;br /&gt;home and then you started crying over it, screaming about the blood you saw.. EVEN THOUGH THERE WASN'T A DROP OF &lt;br /&gt;IT ANYWHERE!!!!... I was so upset over how damaged my car was, that I wanted to drive back and make sure the damn &lt;br /&gt;beast was dead at least! hehehehe and I wanted to slap some sense into you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, My fondest memory of you was when we had the water-gun fight! Imagine, what was it ? 4 AM?? You decide to attack me with those water guns we bought earlier.  I ran to get mine and we soaked the house down! hehehe the best part was when your gun ran out of water, and your smart instincts made you open the door to the apartment and run outside to avoid me IN YOUR PJ's, WITH ALL THE SNOW OUT THERE! lOOOOOOOOL I just stood at the door looking at you in disbelief and simply locked it shut! heheheh I locked you out for about what, 30 minutes? I won't disclose what happened next till you authorize me to do so ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am being a bit random, my thoughts are abstract right now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashes  flashes! hahahah I guess we have been through a lot together.. OOHH the U-haul truck and the storm !! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kinna bay3eenha ba3ad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so dear to me.. I love you, always have and always will.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChubbyFemme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115823360601082113?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115823360601082113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115823360601082113' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115823360601082113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115823360601082113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-my-friend-with-love.html' title='To my Friend, with love! ;)'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115818459626130416</id><published>2006-09-14T00:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:59:37.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Might Not Know...</title><content type='html'>A rat can last longer without water than a camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks or it will digest itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and &lt;br /&gt;down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top.  &lt;br /&gt;( I want to test this theory, but I need to get my hands on some champagne first )  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find a mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily!&lt;br /&gt;(That explains a few mysteries....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes NEVER said, "Elementary, my dear Watson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because metal was scarce, the Oscars given out during World War II were made of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronauts are not allowed to eat beans before they go into space&lt;br /&gt;because passing wind in a spacesuit damages them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law which&lt;br /&gt;stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spades - King David&lt;br /&gt;Hearts - Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;Clubs -Alexander, the Great&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds - Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115818459626130416?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115818459626130416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115818459626130416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115818459626130416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115818459626130416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-you-might-not-know_14.html' title='Things You Might Not Know...'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115797590109792892</id><published>2006-09-11T14:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:58:21.106+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been Said</title><content type='html'>"It takes a minute to find someone special,&lt;br /&gt;an hour to appreciate them, a day to get &lt;br /&gt;to like and love them.. But it takes a &lt;br /&gt;lifetime to forget them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115797590109792892?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115797590109792892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115797590109792892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115797590109792892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115797590109792892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-has-been-said.html' title='It Has Been Said'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115771718403350755</id><published>2006-09-08T12:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:06:24.133+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It Still Happens!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I attended this wonderful wedding.  It was well organized, well presented, and everyone looked so beautiful.  The music was booming and girls were dancing to the enchanting beat of drums (or 6eeran as we say).  &lt;br /&gt;      Glancing around, you would see nothing but joy.  Young ladies moving around like rainbow colored gazelles.  Diamonds flickering under the glare of lights.  I sat there like a little girl, taking in the bewitching scene. Suddenly my mind started flashing back to my childhood.  To the days mommy dearest would get me all ready in my ruffled dress, and pull back my hair with satin ribbons.  " You will be the prettiest child at the wedding," she would say.  And holds my hand as we enter the ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;      At the age of 7 or 8 you never notice the decor or the coffee sweets going around.  You just wanted to hang out with other kids you know and show off your dress and hair-bow and prove your mommy right! I AM THE PRETTIEST CHILD THERE! :)&lt;br /&gt;      I could not remember ANY of the brides in all the weddings I went to as a child.  They would come in, sit and leave and I wouldn't notice it at all.  I sat there smiling at my memories, how innocent those days were.&lt;br /&gt;      This wedding was different though, I am there on my own.  A big girl, noticing every detail.  My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden dimming of lights.  Everyone knows what that means, the bride is about to enter.  &lt;br /&gt;      "Alf i99alaat w'issalaam 3alaik ya 7abeeb Allah, Mohammad!" the mic roared.  As the song started, "hab issa3ad," you can feel people's curiosity and anticipation growing.  Waiting for the lady in white to walk in, and she did.  She was so beautiful! Absolutely stunning!  Her soft makeup, yes SOFT, only enhanced her actual beauty.  Simple and elegant, veiled with her sweet blush of innocence and embarrassment.  She sat down so majestically, like a queen on her throne.  And the wedding continued.&lt;br /&gt;      When they announced that the groom is arriving, everyone sat back down and turned to face the entrance.  You can tell that they were wondering if he was as cute as she was. YES MEN! Women do think that was in weddings, and if he isn't that good looking, yete7assifoon 3ala il 3aroos, wal 3aks 9a7ee7 6ab3an. :) &lt;br /&gt;       I didn't care much for the grooms entrance, I was more focused on seeing the bride's reaction.  However, I could have sworn that I saw panic and something else.  I couldn't quite interpret her expression but it was one of discomfort.  She was looking around for someone and her sister ran to her side, whispered something to her and just stood there, as if to comfort her.  I thought it was wedding fright!  But an hour ago, I understood what it was.  DISAPPOINTMENT AND DEPRESSION!&lt;br /&gt;       I was just told that the bride and groom had only met face to face, for the first time, in that ballroom!  It was tradition in their families that they do not see each other till the wedding.  Not even by photos.  With all respect to those customs, I was in shock! How can you have a life partner that you never saw before.  Even in Islam, according to the shar3, they have to see each other before committing to avoid any heartache that may come.  &lt;br /&gt;       According to a family member of hers, the bride almost cried when she saw him.  He wasn't at all what she was told he looked like.  With all respect, this is midevil practice. Yes she may get over it, but I would never want to me in her shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115771718403350755?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115771718403350755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115771718403350755' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115771718403350755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115771718403350755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-still-happens.html' title='It Still Happens!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115706992046118635</id><published>2006-09-01T02:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T03:18:40.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I NeeD a VaCaTioN!!</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I last took a vacation.. I would love to take one now and travel. But where do I leave to? I want to be somewhere exotic yet close to a city.. Calm and exciting... I need a change in scenery! Can anyone suggest anything? I can't think  anymore.. My brain is numb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115706992046118635?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115706992046118635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115706992046118635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115706992046118635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115706992046118635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-need-vacation.html' title='I NeeD a VaCaTioN!!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115236478866662387</id><published>2006-07-08T16:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:32:52.580+03:00</updated><title type='text'>الأذن تعشق</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;وذات دل كأن البدر صورتها   &lt;br /&gt;       باتت تغنى عميدا القلب سكرانا&lt;br /&gt;إن العيون التى فى طرفها حور     &lt;br /&gt;      قتلننا ثم لم يحيين قتـــــــــلانا&lt;br /&gt;ياقوم أذنى لبعض الحى عاشقة    &lt;br /&gt;      والأذن تعشق قبل العين أحيانا&lt;br /&gt;فقلت : أحسنت! أنت الشمس طالعة   &lt;br /&gt;      أضرمت فى القلب والأحشاء نيرانا&lt;br /&gt;فاسمعينى صوتا مطربا هزجا        &lt;br /&gt;      يزيد صبا محبا فيك أشجانا&lt;br /&gt;"يايتنى كنت تفاحا مفلجة   &lt;br /&gt;      أو كنت من قضب الريحان ريحانا&lt;br /&gt;حتى إذا وجدت ريحى فأعجبها     &lt;br /&gt;      ونحن فى خلوة مثلت إنسانا&lt;br /&gt;فحركت عودها ثم انثت طربا        &lt;br /&gt;      تشدو به ثم لا تخفيه كتمانا :&lt;br /&gt;"أصبحت أطوع خلق الله كلهم   &lt;br /&gt;      لأكثر الخلق لى فى الحب عصيانا"&lt;br /&gt;فقلت : أطربتنا يازين مجلسنا    &lt;br /&gt;      فهات غنك بالإحسان اولا نا&lt;br /&gt;لو كنت أعلم أن الحب يقتلنى       &lt;br /&gt;      أعددت لى من قبل ألقاك اكفانا&lt;br /&gt;قغنت الشرب صوتا مؤنقا رملا   &lt;br /&gt;      يذكى السرور ويبكى العين أحيانا&lt;br /&gt; لا يقتل الله من دامت مودته   &lt;br /&gt;      والله يقتل أهل الغدر أحيــــــانا&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115236478866662387?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115236478866662387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115236478866662387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115236478866662387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115236478866662387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='الأذن تعشق'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-115106779715682561</id><published>2006-06-23T15:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:03:17.170+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/1600/a_nizar5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2920/756/400/a_nizar5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-115106779715682561?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/115106779715682561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=115106779715682561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115106779715682561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/115106779715682561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-113476553153569633</id><published>2005-12-16T23:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:38:51.546+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMREYYAT</title><content type='html'>I LOVE .. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SAMREYYAAT AWWAL. &lt;br /&gt;HATS OFF TO MONA TALIB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am spending quality family time with my parents.. and mona talib's show comes on.&lt;br /&gt;she starts playing one samreyya after the other and BOTH my parents started singing and&lt;br /&gt;clapping and dancing .. they looked so cute! and she managed to make them stay past their&lt;br /&gt;bedtime! ehheheh la bes sij ghayyabna.. my family and I love EVERYTHING OLD.. sij fe9alna.&lt;br /&gt;then she tops it off with "Yaa 3ali!" for Saleh AlHuraibi and "Youm ala7ad" for abdulrab idrees.&lt;br /&gt;wainich ya jelly bellyyy wainich!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-113476553153569633?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/113476553153569633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=113476553153569633' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/113476553153569633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/113476553153569633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/12/samreyyat.html' title='SAMREYYAT'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-113412139496944957</id><published>2005-12-09T12:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:43:14.986+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Kid</title><content type='html'>A little boy walks into his parents' room to see his mom on top of his dad bouncing up and down. The mom sees her son and quickly dismounts, worried about what her son has seen. She dresses quickly and goes to find him.  &lt;br /&gt;The son sees his mom and asks,&lt;br /&gt; "What were you and Dad doing?"&lt;br /&gt;The mother replies&lt;br /&gt;"Well you know your dad has a big tummy and sometimes I have to get on top of it to help flatten it."&lt;br /&gt; "You're wasting your time," said the boy. &lt;br /&gt;"Why is that?" asked his mom, puzzled. &lt;br /&gt;"Well when you go shopping the lady next door comes over, gets on her knees and blows it right back up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-113412139496944957?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/113412139496944957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=113412139496944957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/113412139496944957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/113412139496944957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/12/smart-kid.html' title='Smart Kid'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-113380844633151862</id><published>2005-12-05T21:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:50:46.640+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>I am sick as a dog.. just got back from work and I feel my head&lt;br /&gt;swimming.. I guess this is what fish feel like swimming in water&lt;br /&gt;all the time.. I don't know if I am making sense.. it's just that I&lt;br /&gt;feel like I need to bable.. my throught is so sore that I haven't&lt;br /&gt;talked all day .. oh damn.. lost focus .. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-113380844633151862?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/113380844633151862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=113380844633151862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/113380844633151862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/113380844633151862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/12/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-112342897979422113</id><published>2005-08-07T18:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:36:19.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm</title><content type='html'>yeah I am back but my brain is totally numb.. I can't write even if my life depended on it ..&lt;br /&gt;nothing is keeping me together but my addiction for coffee.. aaah THANK YOU GOD&lt;br /&gt;For COFFEE BEANS!.. hmmm you know that would be a nice catchy name for a café..&lt;br /&gt;I am sure someone already used it.. maybe I should go for "Beans" if I even consider openning such a business.. or hmmm Jelly Beans!.. I could use a sketch of Jelly Belly's for my Logo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaah.. I love that chick so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have that Yin/Yang thing going.. good verses evil.. one completes the other.. the question is however.. who is what? *smiles devilishly and winks at J B*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-112342897979422113?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/112342897979422113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=112342897979422113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/112342897979422113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/112342897979422113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/08/ummm.html' title='Ummm'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-112336927409143645</id><published>2005-08-07T01:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:01:14.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>been suck a long time since I blogged.. got a bit busy with work.. and some matters here&lt;br /&gt;and there.. never the less.. I miss all my blogger friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2 AM in kuwait and I am a bit sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;gotta hit the sack now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will keep you poster later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-112336927409143645?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/112336927409143645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=112336927409143645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/112336927409143645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/112336927409143645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-back_112336927409143645.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-111113655851164672</id><published>2005-03-18T11:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T12:02:38.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;it is so hard when you love someone so much and want to help them out through their difficulties, but can't.. You can only take them so far.. And then leg go. You would watch them stumble and fall and wait for them to get up and dust themselves off and hope they would keep going.. They have to make their own mistakes.. I know that.. But I don't know how I can cope with the idea that they need me, they call out for me thinking I can help or ease the stress/fear, and I know in my heart of hearts there isn't much I can do... Frustration! That's what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-111113655851164672?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/111113655851164672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=111113655851164672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/111113655851164672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/111113655851164672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/03/frustration.html' title='Frustration!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-111053801851160592</id><published>2005-03-11T13:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:46:58.513+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast From The past</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I was in one of the banks yesterday to submit an application.. and I had the best surprise in a long time.. a face of one the employees was so familiar that it made me stand still and think for a while.. then it hit me!!! BIBI SAWSAN!!.. a girl I haven't seen for a very very long time!!.. 16 years!!!!!! she was a classmate of mine bil mitwasse6.. she hasn't changed at all!! except for the height ofcourse.. but other than that.. she is exactly the same!.. I was starring at her for what seemed like ages.. wondering if she would remember me.. if she would recognize me .. would I end up embarrassing myself?? .. but when she looked up.. her reaction answered all my question.. she knew exactly who I was.. and came over to hug me.. we talked for about 20 minutes before realizing she has a client waiting.. so we exchanged numbers.. said our goodbyes and parted.. it was a true flashback.. a very sweet one too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go .. lunch time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-111053801851160592?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/111053801851160592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=111053801851160592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/111053801851160592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/111053801851160592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/03/blast-from-past.html' title='A Blast From The past'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-111032048738137626</id><published>2005-03-09T01:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T01:21:27.383+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I know I have disappeared for a while .. but who cares.. I am back now.. I wonder if anyone missed me.. I know some have ;) and those who have deserve a smooch.. Anyways.. I am still jobless .. but less stressed.. I just need to learn to be patient.. it's 1:20 AM and I am a bit tired.. so I will talk to you guys later :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-111032048738137626?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/111032048738137626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=111032048738137626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/111032048738137626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/111032048738137626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110792043835195160</id><published>2005-02-09T06:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T06:40:38.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would have thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;So far I have been going to the gym religiously.. not because I want to loose weight.. but because it makes me happy.. takes my mind off so many things... at first I thought I would not last an hour there.. but who knew.. I am pulling 2 hours everyday.. the best part about it is the inner peace feeling I get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since there is nothing to do in Kuwait.. I have been staying home a lot lately.. which started creating some problems at home.. you know how parents can get.. out of love ofcourse, they think they can better your world by telling you what to do with yourself.. and if you do not act on it.. then you are simply eternally damned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow! I need a massage.. strong hands.. to rub some oil on my back, then soothe all the knots and tension out of each muscle in my body.. I need a man.. a pleasure slave.. to satisfy my every need .. hmmm I am too tired to explain now.. but there will be more details on my next blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110792043835195160?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110792043835195160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110792043835195160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110792043835195160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110792043835195160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-would-have-thought.html' title='Who would have thought!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110769784897170407</id><published>2005-02-06T16:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T16:50:48.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Chocoholic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I admit! I am a chocoholic!.. and I love it hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been feeling depressed over stuff.. but thankfully I found a cure.. CHOCOLATE!! I have come to the conclusion that I have been depriving myself from it for too long!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession.. to those who do not already know.. I have been working out lately trying to manage my weight and you know.. stay healthy and all that. This is thrilling my family.. specially my dad who is expecting to see a size 4 on me by the end of the year. But what no one knows is .. Chubby Femme has been a bad bad girl lately ;) JB I know this will make you crack up!.. I would workout for almost 2 hours then come home to my secret drawer.. my private treasure chest that hides my deepest darkest obsession, CHOCOLATE! and more CHOCOLATE! hehehe after working my ass off at the Gym.. I come home, shower and indulge in the sweet brown delicacy of Cote d'Or; double Lait (kakaw bu feel for those who are not familiar with the name). I am even fantasizing about it.. melted chocolate, warm, dripping on a man's skin.. or mine if he wishes ;) and gently licked off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm I wonder if I will ever loose weight! Sorry dad.. I don't think there will be a size 4 this year! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big is Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110769784897170407?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110769784897170407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110769784897170407' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110769784897170407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110769784897170407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/02/confessions-of-chocoholic_06.html' title='Confessions of a Chocoholic!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110752124924775213</id><published>2005-02-04T15:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:47:29.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Arousal Levels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Level One:&lt;/strong&gt; gently aroused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Level Two:&lt;/strong&gt; more aroused, Lubricated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Level Three: &lt;/strong&gt;Aroused, heavier breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Level Four: &lt;/strong&gt;very aroused, clawing bed sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Level Five:&lt;/strong&gt; head movingon pillow, slight groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Level Six:&lt;/strong&gt; louder groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Level Seven: &lt;/strong&gt;point of no return! tingling, beginnings of feeling orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Level Eight:&lt;/strong&gt; very near orgasm, centred heat around pubic area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Level Nine: &lt;/strong&gt;almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Level ten: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Orgasm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                        &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The Good Orgasm Guide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                 By: &lt;/strong&gt;KateTaylor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110752124924775213?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110752124924775213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110752124924775213' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110752124924775213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110752124924775213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/02/top-ten-arousal-levels.html' title='Top Ten Arousal Levels!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110674734840069486</id><published>2005-01-26T15:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T16:49:08.400+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss things.. </title><content type='html'>I miss living a careless free life..&lt;br /&gt;I miss first date jitters..&lt;br /&gt;I miss feeling my heart leap at the sight of Mr. Right!&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing innocent mind games..&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sweetness of the very first kiss..&lt;br /&gt;I miss the flirting glances..&lt;br /&gt;I miss feeling the aura of masculinity&lt;br /&gt;I miss touching.. and being touched..&lt;br /&gt;ummm warm flesh .. seduction.. temptation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like Monica from friends explaining to Chandler the G-spots of women and mentally loosing it while mapping! is it my hormones? or am I craving a new relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110674734840069486?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110674734840069486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110674734840069486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110674734840069486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110674734840069486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-miss-things.html' title='I miss things.. '/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110593027281405490</id><published>2005-01-17T05:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T05:51:12.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/2907/320/bush.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/2907/320/bush.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a picture is worth a thousand words, this one leaves your with none! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110593027281405490?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110593027281405490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110593027281405490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110593027281405490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110593027281405490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/01/they-say-picture-is-worth-thousand_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110584004236537038</id><published>2005-01-16T04:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T04:55:12.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad hair day!</title><content type='html'>After wearing my hair dark-brown/black for the longest time.. I made the stupid decision of trying to lighten it a shade or two.. I am not a fan of blond hair.. So a chocolate brown is what I was aiming for.. Being away from Kuwait for so long.. I did not really know where to go. I asked around fishing for hairdressers.. I had recommendations from everyone.. I was told about at least 8 places to try.. And I randomly chose one of them.. And got myself an appointment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at my appointment totally excited.. I told the British hairdresser what I wanted and she smiled and said: "THAT'S IT? You will be out of here in no time"... she went on mixing the colors, and came back with 2 bowls.. One she used to cover my roots, the other she later used to cover the rest of my hair.. I thought it was weird.. But.. She said she has been doing this for 18 years.. So I trusted her.. After all, what did I know? It's only hair... It will grow.. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently, I waited as her assistant washed my hair.. And asked me to be seated again infront of the mirror.. it was at that moment that I noticed a bright strand!.. after asking her why it's so bright.. She said .. Not to worry when it's all dry I will see how "beautifully warm and rich my hair color is".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to my mind when my hair was finally dry was " MY HAIR!!!!!! MY GODDDD!!!" my roots were red.. and the ends were dark brown! it looked HORRIBLE! The hairdresser simply told me it was my fault because I was supposed to tell her my hair originally had color when I walked in! ( which I dead but she was obviously deaf at the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided that I should come back the next day and get it adjusted!.. I thought she was going to simply color it dark again.. I am not really into highlights and lowlights and all that.. to make a long story short.. I currently have red roots.. brown and dark brown strands.. mixed with a little red..any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suggestions!? hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110584004236537038?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110584004236537038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110584004236537038' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110584004236537038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110584004236537038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/01/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad hair day!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110558806593356332</id><published>2005-01-13T06:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T06:47:45.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To JB... With love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Sometimes, a person enters your life unannounced and becomes extremely dear and close. Sure! Life can go on without them, however, you don't really want it to .. Their presence brings many gifts, most important and beautiful of which... Is the gift of friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jelly Belly&lt;/strong&gt;.. This is a dedication for you.. For all the things you went through and everything that may come.. Congratulations!.. I love you babygirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I can make it now, the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;All of the bad feelings have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Here is the rainbow I've been prayin' for&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look all around, there's nothin' but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Look straight ahead, nothin' but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way&lt;br /&gt;Here is the rainbow I've been prayin' for&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day&lt;br /&gt;bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;br /&gt;Sun-Shiny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110558806593356332?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110558806593356332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110558806593356332' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110558806593356332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110558806593356332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-jb-with-love.html' title='To JB... With love'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110548749108993439</id><published>2005-01-12T02:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T02:51:31.090+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I was at a family gathering today when my cousin smsed me a note saying that there was a bomb threat in Sultan Center Salmiya and they closed the surrounding roads. I knew I had some of my younger male cousins in that area at the time.. so I immediately called them to see if it was true. Muhammad told me there was a road block but he did not know why! I freaked out and told them to come home at once! I considered myself lucky that they actually listened to me ( 18 and 19 years olds are not the easiest people to control).&lt;br /&gt;As always, I sat with daddy dearest to have our nightly discussions about whatever issues are going on. We were naturally talking about current issues in Kuwait and he said something that made tears come to my eyes: "There was a time when Suicide-bombing was totally incomprehensible. The act itself was so strange that it raised so many questions on how and why ...Etc. However, Now-a-days, it is so frequent and abundant that noone reacts to the news anymore. That lack of emotion is more dangerous and threatening than any terrorist group or bomb!"&lt;br /&gt;We don't have empathy anymore! and when you lack empathy you might as well live as beasts! Furthermore, It is sad to see that a country who was politically raped over and over by foreign and internal affairs has very low security measures. the Ministry of Internal Affairs pats itself on its back for finally controlling traffic and turns a blind eye to other major issues. A Shooting in 7awalli?? Innocents lost? a bomb threat the next day!? WHERE IS THE POLICE FORCE? SWAT TEAMS? INTELLIGENCE? do we lack them all ? are we that far from being a secure state? When the 9a3aida rioted in khaitan it took them 2 days to end everything!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the exaggerated security alarms in the US are not so ridiculous as most of us thought! In fact, it totally makes sense now. I only wish we had 1/4 of that security system in Kuwait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110548749108993439?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110548749108993439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110548749108993439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110548749108993439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110548749108993439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/01/why.html' title='Why!?'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110533708710257025</id><published>2005-01-10T08:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T09:26:32.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend with no Tastebuds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="fb8c6dbf"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It's sad but true, my friend has no tastebuds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend that drinks orange juice with everything! even while having a Filet Mignon. the reason I am mentioning the orange juice is that I honestly believe that all that acid finally killed anything that would help her distinguish one flavor from another. I never thought much of it. All those years of REALLY SALTY FOOD or under-spiced dishes did not seem that big of a deal, I simply thought she was a bad cook! However, yeaterday something happened that alerted me to the severity of her case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I went to Nino lastnight for dinner. We were all starving and practically drooling over the menu. So many delicious dishes but what should I pick, we each thought! after long debates and exchanged recommendations we all decided on different things. some had meat, others had chicken.. some pastas and I believe there was one who had some kind of seafood dish. My cellphone rang and I knew it was Shareefa, the one friend who was always late to ANY event. She was calling to let me know that she is on her way and asked me to order something for her.. meat or chicken, it did not matter, it was totally up to me. Shareefa arrived at the precise moment the waiter showed up with her plate. We all ate and talked, gossiped and laughed. Everyone was full, satisfied and ready to leave when Shareefa asked me "Which &lt;strong&gt;Chicken&lt;/strong&gt; dish is this? it was so good!" at that point I gasped and stared at her comepletely blank. I was hoping to find any sign on her face that would tell me she was kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I looked at her and said " &lt;strong&gt;Beef &lt;/strong&gt;Medallions!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110533708710257025?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110533708710257025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110533708710257025' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110533708710257025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110533708710257025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/01/friend-with-no-tastebuds.html' title='A Friend with no Tastebuds!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110523880540960363</id><published>2005-01-09T05:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T05:46:45.410+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/2907/320/5.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/2907/320/5.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been back in Kuwait since last week. I think I have successfully (FINALLY) completed my tour of paying my respects to all my aunts, uncles, family friends, and so on.. and now.. I am completely free! Only to realize there is nothing to do! I am jobless and BORED TO DEATH! I don't think anyone I know wants to go ice-skating or to Al-madinah Al-tarfeeheyya! lol .. imagine at one time those were the "happenning" places! sure I was a kid.. but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? now I really want to get started on that Underwater VIP lounge/club I had dreamed of .. LOL and let it be the first right step towards the flourishment of Tourism in Kuwait.. anyone wants to invest? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110523880540960363?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110523880540960363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110523880540960363' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110523880540960363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110523880540960363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-friends-i-have-been-back-in_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021211.post-110514874269204255</id><published>2005-01-08T04:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T06:33:12.473+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Attitude!</title><content type='html'>In a world filled with copycats and want-to-be's, be an original and love yourself for it! live like you're gonna die tomorrow, love like you've never loved before, and laugh till your side hurt like hell! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10021211-110514874269204255?l=chubbyfemme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/feeds/110514874269204255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10021211&amp;postID=110514874269204255' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110514874269204255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10021211/posts/default/110514874269204255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbyfemme.blogspot.com/2005/01/positive-attitude.html' title='Positive Attitude!'/><author><name>Chubby Femme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820104355821001197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
