<?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-3835431617552777972</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:22:25.146+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMER</title><subtitle type='html'>the expectations of the unexpected</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-6685298703791451382</id><published>2011-01-05T14:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:42:43.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Lies of Hope</title><content type='html'>Got caught up in the moment, unaware of the circumstances reality has laid on upon us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-6685298703791451382?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/6685298703791451382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2011/01/beautiful-lies-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/6685298703791451382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/6685298703791451382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2011/01/beautiful-lies-of-hope.html' title='Beautiful Lies of Hope'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-7602272488470472515</id><published>2010-11-25T15:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:39:59.725+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Remorse</title><content type='html'>He looked so handsome. His face was filled with pride as he walked in. His eyes glistened with confidence with a hint of seriousness in them as well. He looked as though he was discussing business in serious matters with the guy next to him. He sat on their table opposing ours, he was across from me. I stared with amusement at the way his eyebrows were pointing downwards; a sign of seriousness. I remembered the old days, he was rarely serious. My heart fluttered at those memories demanding to relive them.&lt;br /&gt;     As I got lost in my own bubble, I felt someone's eyes burning holes right through me. I looked up to catch those glares. His eyes met mine. All I could read from his eyes were emotions changing every moment. At first he looked lost as he deeply gazed in my eyes. A black pool, I reminded myself of his eye color. Then, I read pain in his eyes. Relapsing into lost again, he smiled. His eyes changed into loving, gentle, and soft. Lastly, his eyes looked concerned slowly fading into passionate again. I predicted that he was remembering the old days. Now, all I could see from his small smile is nostalgia. His eyes joined that feeling as well. &lt;br /&gt;     We interlocked looks for about twenty-five seconds. I slowly moved my gaze back to my full plate. I didn't feel hungry anymore, I thought. I played with the fork as I waited for the check to arrive. My phone vibrated on my lap, I picked it up quickly hoping that my mom was calling from London. It turned out to be a text. "I miss you..", it read. I kept reading it for about seven times until my frown turned into a painful smile. I undoubtedly pressed delete.&lt;br /&gt;     I placed my phone on the table next to the glass carrying water. He looked at me as though knowing that I deleted the message. His eyes were questioning mine demanding answers. I just looked down at my plate again. After what seemed like eternity, the check was delivered. I quickly fidgeted with my wallet until a I found the accurate Dinars needed. I quickly placed them in the check-holder on top of the check and carried my bag. Standing up, he looked at me with pleading eyes aiming for forgiveness. I returned his gesture by flipping my hair back, coldly staring at him, then wearing my sunglasses. I raced out of the restaurant and sat in my car. It took me a minute or two to realize what happened, and another minute to relax. Drowning in the streets back home; "such a waste," was all that kept running through my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-7602272488470472515?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/7602272488470472515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2010/11/remorse.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7602272488470472515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7602272488470472515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2010/11/remorse.html' title='Remorse'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-7840536367868385487</id><published>2010-11-01T16:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:51:02.927+03:00</updated><title type='text'>oceans bleed into the sky</title><content type='html'>I sighed as I dug my feet under the cold sand. I contemplated whether to wear my jacket, or just leave myself with goose bumps coating my body. Feeling the cold breeze swoosh right through me, I decided to ditch the jacket. The dark sea in front of me soothed my tensed up muscles. I slowly closed the distance of my back and the sand underneath me. One, two, three, four, five, my mind shouted as it counted the stars above me. I started to get dizzy,so I closed my eyes and tried to not move a muscle. Blocking out all the events that happened today morning, I heard the swift move of the waves crashing down on the shore as though attacking it. Next thing I know, I jumped up with fear and a painful scream followed my intense move, birds fled away accusing me of disturbing their peace. The bright sun blinded my eyes, so I lifted up, what is now, my fragile hand to cover my eyes that burned me. After a few minutes I looked up at the sun, 9:30 a.m. I guessed. I better get back to face the consequences of my decision, I thought as I lazily got up and dusted out the sand off of me. Walking away, I finally disappeared into the horizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-7840536367868385487?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/7840536367868385487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2010/11/oceans-blead-into-sky.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7840536367868385487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7840536367868385487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2010/11/oceans-blead-into-sky.html' title='oceans bleed into the sky'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-5000819017542652431</id><published>2009-10-30T00:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:42:44.207+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged;p</title><content type='html'>okaay 7ada 3ejaabny this so yeaah ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1)Where are you born &amp;amp; raised?&lt;br /&gt;good ol' kuwait:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2)Tell us about your family.&lt;br /&gt;umm .. i guess we aren't that close, bs ya3ny i'm close ma3a my cousins. does it count? ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3) What am i up to?&lt;br /&gt;just derastyy right now ;p aaaaand staying out of drama;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4) What do you want to do in the future?&lt;br /&gt;ethaa allah kaateb, an engineer/fashion designer/writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5) what did you dream about yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;3ad 9jj 9ayra wayed a7lemm hal ayam ;o! .. bs mat'thakar el dream :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6) Your most likely; CuteOrSexy?&lt;br /&gt;hmm .. i guess sexy? i mean i don't have the "cute" vibe .. fa yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7) Tell us about your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;two words; a7san mn gabel;p mashallah tuf tuf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8) Your favorite Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;umm.. ma7eb chocolate, at all. nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9) How Tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;166/7 :p mashallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10) Make a confession.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of crossing the street, i actually shiver non-stop if i cross the street. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I TAG: NAWARII, IDENTITY, MARYO POPPINS, AND KLMAAN YA3JEBA THIS TAG;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-5000819017542652431?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/5000819017542652431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/taggedp.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5000819017542652431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5000819017542652431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/taggedp.html' title='Tagged;p'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-4340965596171750007</id><published>2009-10-24T13:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:33:44.155+03:00</updated><title type='text'>11) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>I entered the car and got into the back seat ou gelt 7ag Rajo yrednyy ellbait then yan6er bara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dgeega knt lazem araje3 shaghla in elfanar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran upstairs and took the bag with my Polo dress in it, because it needed some serious fixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: "heyy shouga where you go to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouug: "i'm gonna return something from elfanar, do want to come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i fiercly knew that she has nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: "yes yes, okaay you wait in the car while me go change clothes okay love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "ahaha okaaay:p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went to elFanar and returned the polo dress i bought before yesterday and got a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smaller size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sat outside in Colombia Cafe with Linda there in a table outside while enjoying the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We randomly chit-chatted, and then we returned back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the bathroom, washed away all the make-up, brushed my teeth, and i untangled my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair and left it down while goin into the shower and taking a hot bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took Vaseline's-extra-moisturizer and carefully coated  my hands and legs with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my hair wet so it can dry on it's on but I put an anti-frizz on it so I don't look like someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that just have been re-awakened by a demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped on my silky pistashio-colored pajama/dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sunk within my king size bed while flavoring in my maroon colored room, with gold and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white patterened with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took my pink viao laptop and restarted it so it can be freeze-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed on msn and didn't find him online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed hopelessly, then I opened the T.V in my room, while browsing through the channels and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I chose to stick with A Walk To Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was mendaamja into the part where the girl tells the guy that she will no longer tutor him, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard the msn "TING" sound which zoned me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for 7amaany to see if he signed in, with luck.. he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said hi, we talked, we joked, we sent songs link's to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the way my life went on for 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's short, bs there isn't much to write 7ag hal part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-4340965596171750007?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/4340965596171750007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/11-neversaynever.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4340965596171750007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4340965596171750007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/11-neversaynever.html' title='11) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-1627934597538774729</id><published>2009-10-18T21:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:36:28.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification!</title><content type='html'>Okaay the thing is ena 7amaany know's shoug in real life 3ala bou she's lulu's friend .. Bs he doesn't know that she's the girl that he talks to her eb msn as "shadan" .. Clear? Etha you have any questions plz ask, ou the next post will be up pretty soon hopefully;D .. One more thing, plzzz comment 61 followers 3al faathy;s?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-1627934597538774729?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/1627934597538774729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/clarification.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1627934597538774729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1627934597538774729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/clarification.html' title='Clarification!'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-504378045350533371</id><published>2009-10-12T22:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:32:30.059+03:00</updated><title type='text'>10) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>THIS IS FOR SUNSET MY LOOOOOOOOOOVE;*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Previously: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lulu's house:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was busy painting my toe nails in bold maroon nailpolish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While sitting on the other side of thecouch was Lulu that was so mendaamja in Grey's Anatomy that I had to turn off the TV to gether to change her clothes so we can go to Slider's. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouch, was that my stomach grumbling? It was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I disractedly unlocked my BlackBerry and ga3d at3abaath fe while sitting alone bel 9aala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I just feel that the main door just opened and someone stepped in, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or was i imagining? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I slowly lifted my head up to see ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahooodi, Lulu's younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared at me for a while, and when I lifted my gaze up, slowly.. He rushed furiously into my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gave him a biiiiiiiiig bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooug: "Hiii;D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahoudy: "hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "shlouuunek fahoodi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahoudii: "i'm fine thank you shougii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "who brought you back here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahouudi: "Firas and 7amanyy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouug: "ahaaaa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahoud: "we went to the jam3iya!!:D .. they let me buy junk food hehe;D but they said i can't show it to mama, then she will be mad at me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he gives me that cuute puppy faaace;***!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "sure I won't tell your mother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he flashed me an innocent smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "you had fun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahouudi: "yes:D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started blabbering about a tv show called "Ben the Builder" or something like that. And I was daydreaming about anything you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Luluuu nzelaat mn el stairs .. looking gorgeous in a rosy slim dress that contrasted her white skin and black hair. With grey eyeliner that bordered her eyes perfectly. And a large grey BCBG wallet with Tory Burch grey jelly flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having her short hair fall down loosely and sweeping her neck, with bangs that everyone would die for. And her Nokia, n73 in her other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived to Slider's and had a great time. I ordered two midnights, one lollipop to share, and a Dr.Pepper to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Lulu got one Firehouse and french fries on the side, while having a Sprite to enduldge the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we paid the chique, we passed by to take a look in Pink Moon. I bought two training suits from her, and one "love" bracelet. One of the training suit was lime green and was for winter. The other was orange/peach and was for summer. They were both really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got into Lulu's driver's black, tinted Escalade and sinked within the streets of Kuwait. We finally arrived back to Lulu's house where I'll take my "GREEK" dvd's that she borrowed like .. a year ago. And then I'll head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "Okaay mashkoura lwaiilo, yallah see you soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said as I grabbed my dvd's and rushed down the stairs running and humming to the song that's playing on my mind all day long. And this is how it went;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouuug: "Youu spin my head right round, right round. Like a record baby right round right round!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming my lungs off, while being WAAAAAAY off-tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted my gaze up, to become totally shocked, embarassed, and happy all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like my face was going back and forth with those three moods for about 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "umm .. hi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him. He was wearing a normal red polo shirt, with grey training pants and a backwards A&amp;amp;F cap on his black hair that I love and adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: "haala wallah shoug .. shlounech?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "zaiina, entaa shlounek?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: "wallah ana tamam damech tamam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot him a smile, and he replyed by his million dollar smile that no one can resist but smile back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouug: "anywaays .. ana saygy baara ou bared elbaiit, see you;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: "laa 9ejj? yan3y ehwa baara al7een?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he honestly DID look dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "ee ehwa baara al7een .. aaaaaaaaand he's calling me, AGAIN (: !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amaany: "haha umm 3ayal take care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "you too ;D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i walked past him and as I stretched my hand to open the door ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: "shouug .. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouug: "hala ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amaany: "hamana ana a7eb right round the 80's version"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he winked and left upstairs ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear he's gonna be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait till I sign in on msn to get to talk to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiiit, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that into him? .. laaa'a akeed I'm not THAT obssessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously get a grip of yourself shoug .. will you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'till next time;*!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-504378045350533371?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/504378045350533371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-neversaynever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/504378045350533371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/504378045350533371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-neversaynever.html' title='10) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-3156277201536927515</id><published>2009-10-07T18:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:26:41.530+03:00</updated><title type='text'>9) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>missed me?:$&lt;br /&gt;again i'm reeeeeeeeally sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;previously:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ga3aadna swaalef ou the7ekkk, until they called for their flight.. wa9aalna'houm laman the musafereen gate ou all of our tears gushed expectedly making rivers down our faces. it was a real tragic moment.. and so the film hndey started. the kisses and hugs. the laughs and tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm starting a whole new page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the word "new" kept ringing in my ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ughh, how i hate change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called rajo to pick me up mn elmaa6ar, he parked the car ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna awa9el jana 7ag bait'houm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drive mn el airport laaay bait jana, was really silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bs it was a comfortable kind of silence, not the akward kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i got home, i signed in on msn .. i waited for about an hour for him to sign on, but with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hope i jumped into bed and slept peacefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the sun rays flowing through the curtains and into my eyes. I heard linda's voice coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from downstairs, and i smelt the rich scent of coffee. Then, I furiously woke up and tiptoed to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my parents were in their room. I sneaked a glance, and I was unsatisfied with the comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was I really thinking? ofcourse they weren't here. Are the EVER here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed back to my room.. running into the bathroom and doing whatever I was supposed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do. I put some mascara and blue eyeliner on, and some labello chapstick. Grabbed my "The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramones" white shirt, and slipped on my light blue ultra-skinny jeans. I wore my black Chloe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jelly sandals, and took my over-sized black balanciaga bag, and dropping random stuff i'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needing in it. Leaving my hair with the natural choice of plain wavy. Called rajo to pull back the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was scurrying down the stairs, I accidently hit my head on the wall. Which caused this to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: "Ayoooo shougaa why you no pay attention to wear you walk? you always bump into this and that! and wear are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouug: "i'm going to meet my friends in avenues for a movie, and then grabbing lunch later on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: "nooo you first need to eat food now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "oooh linda no please don't do this, i'm already late wallah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindaaa: "then take coffee at least you put something in your stomach! you become very thin these days, i don't like it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the coffee casually and raced to the door while saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shougg: "thankyouu linda! byee, see you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindaaa: "byee shouga! you be gd girl ok!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flinged the door open and laughed to myself crazely with what Linda said .. mee? a good girl? yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to avenues, I kept thinking about my life, and the people in it. I miss Reemo already,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can I do, sit in my room and grief all the time. And if Reemo saw me in that way, she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't be happy. Plus, I said that I'll start a fresh, white, new page. I sighed to myself silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I suddenly feel all mellow and soft right now? Since when was I like that? Ugh, it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be the sudden empty and hallow feeling of what Reemo has left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you this, you might think that I'm lying to you, but I'm not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Shoug Al-Flani, actually had fun with MY highschool friends that aren't in our "square", jana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lulu, reemo, and me, and i don't want to be all self-centered .. because I'm not! Anyway, I really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did have fun. No no, wait, scratch that. I actually had a BLAST! aren't you happy for me? Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of happy for myself. Since I haven't been really a sociable person ever since I met my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"square". But I'm really glad that I took the chance of spending time with them, and getting to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing our lunch in Lenotre, I tiredly went back home and spent time with my loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother;p. Although I have to confess, that I really did miss him this past week.. since I was busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Reemo's move and all, I totally forgot about my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed on msn, and chatted with you-know-who. 7amany. And yes, I have to say that I also did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss him! Bss 6ab3aan I won't say that to him, I'm not that crazy. I miss his smile actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm paying Luulu a visit soon, hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to go to Lulu's house. Lucky me? yeah! Envying me? I 7ada can feel it;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bss we aren't staying eb bait'houm 6oouul elyouum, akeed benrou7 moukan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou senior year is gonna start.. after 3 weeks! I'm excited, I really am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now let me describe what I'm wearing 7ag baiit Lulu. Ouu we're going 7ag Slider's for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on. So lazem shwaay akshaakh;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore beige high-wasted pants, with a black ruffled top. Contrasted with  classic black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louboutins pumps, and a black Miu Miu clutch. While putting MAC's red lipstick and adding a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloss on top to give it a shine. Applying black eyeliner, mascara, and blush. I straightened my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair and I fixed it into a sleek pontytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to admit that I do look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lulu's house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy painting my toe nails in bold maroon nailpolish. While sitting on the other side of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couch was Lulu that was so mendaamja in Grey's Anatomy that I had to turn off the TV to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her to change her clothes so we can go to Slider's. Ouch, was that my stomach grumbling? It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disractedly unlocked my BlackBerry and ga3d at3abaath fe while sitting alone bel 9aala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just feel that the main door just opened and someone stepped in, or was i imagining? I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly lifted my head up to see ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long 9aa7? etha geltaw la2 tara I'll drag you mn ethounkoum ou ashnaqkoum with an electricized wire :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-3156277201536927515?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/3156277201536927515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-neversaynever.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3156277201536927515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3156277201536927515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-neversaynever.html' title='9) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-1546981115591516640</id><published>2009-09-29T15:39:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:53:05.562+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BKKK ;]] + The Hills?</title><content type='html'>guess who this is? ... britney spears? noooooooo guess again ;p&lt;br /&gt;it's DREAAAAAAAAAMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayys the reason laish i wasnt posting was cuz eb 9ara7aaa i started thinking .. A LOT. umm ashya2 shwayyy personal fa la tetlaigoufoun :P no jk bs 9j it's personal so dont ask mn9eji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts somehow led me to like an almost-gonna-delete-my-blog thought, bs hopefully i won't .. not anytime soon i think;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elmouuhem .. how's school/jam3a so far? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me .. I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw don't expect lots of posts hal shahaar .. i'm sorry. bs i'll try my best i promise (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou umbaiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;SEMA3TAW ENA THEY WON'T YNAZLOUN THE HILLS (tv show) ANYMORE?!!!!!!!!!!!! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THEY DO WALLAH I'M GONNA GO 7AG EL DIRECTOR W AKHETH RAAASA AND I'M GONNA BUMP IT ON FOUR WALLS MADE OUT OF PINS STUCKING OUT SO I CAN SMASH HIS BRAIN! AND THEN I'M GONNA GET A SAW AND LIKE CUT HIS HEAD OFF AND THEN FEED IT TO THE DOG ELY EB OUR WAFRA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and writing this down makes me feel a little better;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou etha ay a7aad y3aref shay 3an shsalfat the hills' issue pleaaaaaaase goulouli cuz i have anger management problems and i'm not afraid of using it to do something to them (: !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-1546981115591516640?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/1546981115591516640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/09/bkkk-hills.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1546981115591516640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1546981115591516640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/09/bkkk-hills.html' title='BKKK ;]] + The Hills?'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-2363961895661061858</id><published>2009-09-05T03:38:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:33:10.954+03:00</updated><title type='text'>8) NeverSayNever♥ {dedicated to Y.O.U}</title><content type='html'>umm sorry 6awaalt bs i was busy wayed.. i love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is for someone wayed 3azeez 3alaaai;* .. and i know that you read this "she" told me.. ou atwaqa3 you knw yourself ;p .. umm ou fashla 7ada, ou i hope you're feeling great enshallah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the days passed fast as we grew closer together day by day. Msn, facebook.. the whole nine yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo is gonna move to ireland 3ugoub bacher, and i'm trying my best to erase the miserable day-to-come from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sleepovers are endless between me and reem, since we don't want to waste one second of our time together. 24/7 together. and i MEAN it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY OF REEM'S FLIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up extra early, since reem's flight was at 8;00pm. I told Linda to make strawberry and chocolate tarts for breakfast. YUM. but i still can't get over that little part that hurts me so hard when i think of reem moving out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that little pain in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i got this day all figured out, we're gonna have the best time EVEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i woke reemo up from her khyaas sleep, and as she went to the WC to wash up. I started thinking about 7amany. i feel like.. he's my best friend. I feel like i can tell him anything, like there were no borders. but there were borders, borders that only i knew about. and that i can't tell him anything.. not anything at least. i gotta clear my head, i have got to tell someone about 7amany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind, and i'm gonna tell reem all about him, and that i lied to her and to jana and lulu. she's the one that's gonna understand me, at least i hope she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw la tes2eloun laish strawberry and chocolate tarts for breakfast.. tadroun shkther meshteheet'houm? *e7mm naqza* kha9atan eli mn paul .. 7ada worth dying for;$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: reemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: haaa (so mndaamja bl ryouug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: reeeeeem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: bssech 7aana ha? shtabeen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: bagoulech shay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: mhmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: bagoulech shay ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: ee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: sm3eeny bagoulech shay WAY3A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: ya7mara ga3d asmaa3 haa shtabeen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: umm .. tara ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: khal9eenaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: ouuuuush! tara i still didn't delete or block 7amany mn msn, bs i deactivated my fb ams belail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said really fast, in one breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: you didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: umm .. laa2 (while fdgeting eb her clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: 7elfaay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: oqsemm bellah (salwa el m6airey accent;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: umbaaaaaihh!! ya3ny you still talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: shrayech .. ya3ny EE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: wallah ma3areff shagoul .. bs ya3ny why did you lie to me? tadreen ena i won't say a thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: madry wallah madry .. i messed up ;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: umm enzain laish ma sawaiteela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: e7mm .. aa ... ya3ni *blushing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: you like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: ee 7ada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: awww etshawgeen maalat 3alaiich .. enzain do you feel like everything is gonna be alright laman you talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: 7ad ouumaaa yebtehaaa yaaaiba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: a9laa7 akoun therapist ya3ny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: chub ;p .. enzain haa ya3ny what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: if you feel ena it's the right thing to do .. 3ayal i can't say a word about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: umm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: as long as you're happy .. i'm happy (and she smiled sincerely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: a7ebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *rushes over and hugs her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: kaaaaaaaaaak ana akthaar yal haabla.. wallah madry shloun barou7 ireland bedounech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: (teary eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: bs chuub la tsaween manaa7a! emshay ensaawy shaii for the last hours eb kuwait (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: haaaaya beena :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say enaaa eftaraaiina kl el kuwait kan shwayyaaa .. re7na kl moukan tetkhayelouna, until we were completely exhausted. radaiina el bait ou badaalt bser3a. i wore a red polo dress ma3a a burberry classic cross bag, ou cute leather black flats, and off we went to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met her family eb starbucks hnaak, ou in came jana and lulu looking like fashionasta's as they truly are. 9a3aadna ou ga3adna eb a table foug ou reem's family kaanaw ga3deen ta7at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga3aadna swaalef ou the7ekkk, until they called for their flight.. wa9aalna'houm laman the musafereen gate ou all of our tears gushed expectedly making rivers down our faces. it was a real tragic moment.. and so the film hndey started. the kisses and hugs. the laughs and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting a whole new page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word "new" kept ringing in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh, how i hate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i didn't edit it, fa etha fe badleyaaat 7awlaaw tefhemoun'houm ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-2363961895661061858?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/2363961895661061858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/09/8-neversaynever-dedicated-to-you.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2363961895661061858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2363961895661061858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/09/8-neversaynever-dedicated-to-you.html' title='8) NeverSayNever♥ {dedicated to Y.O.U}'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-5613291021889636022</id><published>2009-08-23T19:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:06:50.294+03:00</updated><title type='text'>7) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>chnaaa el postaat gamaat tnaage6 3alaikoum;p? chnkom t7ebouny wayed 3ashan i'm posting a lot? chnkoum KLKOUM BETSAWOUN COMMENT? YES? OK THANKYOU:D;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived eb Nino's ou we ordered pizza margarieta, mini hamburgers, and french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they brought the food ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: umbaaay 3ad 7ady you3aana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ale7: entay metta mu you3aana reemo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: 9aloo7 eskett ou eblaa3! zaqoum enshallah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: allaaah elhumburgers elyoum 6a3am'houm extra yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so mndaamja eb aklyy... faja'a 7asait 9alou7 ygoum mn kerseyaa. bs i was to occupied by eating 3ashan alefett shsalfetta. 7asaait reemo ga3d tnaghezz feeny, laffaaait wayhyy.. wlaa TRARARARARARARRA 7AMANY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pleasent day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya raaby ana laish wayedd lucky chethy?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GA3D YSALEMMM 3ALA 9ALOU7 EKHOUYYY!! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAAAAF WAYHAAAA, SHIT SHAAAFNY!! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's coming my way .. oh no. bser3a khal amesh my mouth bel napkin ou a9eer tekaana;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: hala shoug, shlounech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: ahlaaan.. wallah bkhair enta shlouneck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: tamaam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9aloo7: 7amany t3areff shougo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: ee, ehya kaanat eb bait lulu laman ana yeetle'houm hnaak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9aloo7: ahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: 7amaany hathy my sis reem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amaany: shlounech reem? *grinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waay zouqa;$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: good ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: 9aloo7 tawny adry ena 3endek khawaaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ale7: eee shouga ekhty, bs reemo mou ekhty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: ha 3ayal?;s .. taw'ha shoug gayla ena reem ekhet'ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: *giggling* laa2 reemo refeeejty bs chn'ha ekhtyy;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amaany: ahaa 3abaly ekhtech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reemo: hehe laa'a laa'a ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany: yallah ana akhaleekoum.. 9aloo7 ha dwaneyaat khalood elyoum ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ale7: ee afaa 3alaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daaamn! isn't he hot or what?:o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan labess grey A&amp;amp;F training pants ma3a a ralph lauren shirt .. ou his hair kan shway 6aayel bs lay foug. i dont know how to explain it, bs he was  H O T none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we9aalna elbait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: reemou betnameen 3ndna today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: madry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: enzain kaifech tara ana banaam now so you're either sleeping over or not.. lazzem you choose AL7EEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reem: yallah anaam 3ndekoum maly khelg aredd elbait;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gam n6aale3 prison break since reemou ga3d t7enn(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bs she slept halfway through the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, logging on facebook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*checking online friends on fb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh he isnt online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khala9 3ayal i'll leave the laptop on standby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off i dozed to sleep 3al couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCHUUUQ (chayaaktaw 3ala the fb chat's sound laman ye6la3 a new window.. wallah chethy the sound;$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadaan yallah namaay 6al3ay cham elsa3a;s what are you doing online? 3endech a checkup bacher el9eb7 mou? yallah namaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read the msg, bs maaany gadra aba6ell my eyes.. sorry 7aamany bs i'm gonna have to ignore you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-5613291021889636022?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/5613291021889636022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-neversaynever.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5613291021889636022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5613291021889636022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-neversaynever.html' title='7) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-1546150358033290973</id><published>2009-08-22T16:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:19:52.688+03:00</updated><title type='text'>6) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Previously:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lulu: 7amani is my first cousin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lulu: kelkoum betnamoun eb baitna elyoum ou we're gonna figure out how to deal with this! even if it means that we don't sleep at all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at last we all agreed that i should block and delete him right away laman aredd elbait. considering that it was the best choice, it was also VERY easy for me. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and signed in on msn .. he wasn't online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for his nickname in my msn list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I right clicked his nickname&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOCK. *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELETE.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on shouga DELETE HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking for 15 minutes, and then decided that i'll delete him.. SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TRIIINGGGG**TRIIIIIIIIIIIIING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;efffff who set on the alarm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i closed my eyes tightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: 9aloouu7 ya 7maar ana awareeek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the screaming mn ta7aat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9alou7: chuub la tkhaaleeny al7een ayeech ou am7e6echh;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: at7adaak(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth .. did my business ou i was still hearing 9ale7 and reem's 9raakh mn ta7aat ... waay hathoul ez3aaaj ou may 3arfoun yasketoun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: haaaiy entaw bs gelabtaw rassyy!!! 9raakh mn 9ebaa7 allah khair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: wallah .. enzain .. WALLAH ena ehwa ely bdaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: haha enzain khala9 9adagtech mou lazzem ta7lefeen khamseen alf marra;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9alouu77: yallah nino's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: fougaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my clothes ou wore a navy knee length marc jacobs dress ma3a my miu miu off-white cross bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off we went to nino's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9aloou7's phone rang ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alooo .. halla 7mayen, laa enta eb nino? ee yallah ana bel 6ereej.. haa la magdar, ee ana ma3a ekhty ou refeejat'ha .. ahaa .. ee bs 3ugoub ma ared'houm elbait, ee khala9 ok.. faman ellah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amany?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep hearing his name wherever i am. iff, i must be imagining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reemou: *whispering* did you delete 7amany?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: haa .. ee ee, i deleted him ams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remou: kan online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoug: la2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate lying to reem! bs i just can't bring myself to delete him! i'm so curious about him.. i want to know more of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ifff, god help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feedback?:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-1546150358033290973?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-4740743893392016849</id><published>2009-08-22T03:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:43:47.512+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ForWithAllMyRespectIHateYou</title><content type='html'>:o :o&lt;br /&gt;re7taaaaaaaaaaaaay private ou you didn't invite me!!!!!!!!:O&lt;br /&gt;ya kouber'ha 3end allah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(asfeen 3al taqleed maryo poppins:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a very loyal and devoted follower ou i comment 3ala kl post taqreeban ou you didn't invite me? :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fa9la_soul@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-4740743893392016849?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-2871975503178081011</id><published>2009-08-22T02:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:47:41.341+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!;D</title><content type='html'>I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK ;D&lt;br /&gt;and i missed each and every one of you sooooo much=*&lt;br /&gt;mbaarak 3alaikoum elshahar(;&lt;br /&gt;and expect a post tomorrow enshallah:p .. and i missed you more sunset!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-2871975503178081011?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/2871975503178081011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/08/bood.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2871975503178081011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2871975503178081011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/08/bood.html' title='BOO!;D'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-606915547040976488</id><published>2009-08-04T18:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:14:51.327+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry;$</title><content type='html'>wallah&lt;br /&gt;wallaah&lt;br /&gt;wallaaah&lt;br /&gt;wallaaaah&lt;br /&gt;WALLAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry:$ i didn't post menzemaan, adry;( ou basaafer today so i won't post ela laman arjaa3 men elsefaaar:(&lt;br /&gt;asfaa walllah;p&lt;br /&gt;and a7ebkoum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wayed&lt;br /&gt;wayedd&lt;br /&gt;wayeddd&lt;br /&gt;wayedddd&lt;br /&gt;WAYEDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-606915547040976488?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/606915547040976488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/606915547040976488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/606915547040976488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry;$'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-1741233213917366483</id><published>2009-07-30T17:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:08:38.469+03:00</updated><title type='text'>5) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>This is for sunset ely za3laana 3alaay and for my lovely A&lt;br /&gt;love you! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted part 4b also =P&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;previously:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the door opened and i heard manly voices, lafaait wayhy wla alaagy mish3al(her cousin), firas( mish3al's brother), and ....... 7AMANY??!!!!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! shit shasawwy? wohooo dayumn he's hot! i just kept looking at him ou shaakly emsaa6la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: Faroos shgaa3d etsawoun hney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firas: oumech dagaat 3alaina gaalat nakheth fahood ou n6aal3a ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: oh okaay .. umm bs fahood ga3d yakel al7een, so wait 3ougb ma yakel 6al3ouu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7many: ee enzain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his voice is so seductive umbaaayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sat with us ou ga3d ysaoulfoun .. ana awal shay knt mesta7ya (which is so isn't me at all!) ba3dain 3aady ya3ny gmt asouleff ou chethy.. umbaay 7ad'houm ywansoun haha ou ytha7kooun ou maalat 3alai'houm their all mazyouneen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firas and 7amany are 17 kuberna ou mish3al is 19 so hal age mou bs fa9laat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 4;30 they left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana: shougaa shfeeh wayhech men9efeggg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: umbaay! Lulu!!!!!! 7amani is the guy ana akalma eb facebook and msn!!!!!! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: what? are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: wallah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: 7amani is my first cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: umbaaaay.. el7emdella the pic i showed him wasn't clear wla chan chaknyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana: okay shouga al7een shbetsaween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: ee shougo .. let's call reem yemken she knws ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma medaany atkaalam wla she called reemo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in less than five minutes wla reem etdesh (both of them bait'houm bel 3daileya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: ha? sh9aar ? spill!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janoy: 7amany is lulu's first cousin! tawa yaa ou ga3d nsouleff ou meyaana!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: wait wait.. the 7amany? as in shoug's 7amany? :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: the one and only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: oh shit.. shouga you're in BIIGGG trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sat there shocked as hell .. this situation is getting complicated(er) by the second! ou i know ena he isn't the player type.. which makes it even worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: kelkoum betnamoun eb baitna elyoum ou we're gonna figure out how to deal with this! even if it means that we don't sleep at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: afaa 3alaaich we're shouga's soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana: at your service luitenant shoug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all it took was that sentence to break the ice between me and reem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hugged each other and cried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: a9laan i'm moving after 2 months.. and believe me, i'm gonna make them the best months you ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: waaaay you guys! *teary eyes* i love you all...... GROUP HUG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-1741233213917366483?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/1741233213917366483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-neversaynever.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1741233213917366483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1741233213917366483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-neversaynever.html' title='5) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-4358299573621378746</id><published>2009-07-30T14:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:07:07.393+03:00</updated><title type='text'>4b) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sorry 6awaalt 3alaikoum! and special thaanks to "R;*" for helping me in this part me loves you! =*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Previously:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reem: laa2, mou hal mara.. i have to tell you something private&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoug: reemo ga3d tkhar3eeny! shenou shfeech?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: ana .. umm .. i'm moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: men baitkoum ely bel 3daileya? wanasa! betrou7een ay man6aqa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: umm la2.. i'm moving, as in barou7 ba3eesh eb another country :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hney i felt as if my world came crshing down upon me! chnaa a7aad 6agny s6aarat ou kaab 3alaay freezing water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: what? shloun? laa2 reem you can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tears started rushing down my face like a waterfall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: shouga wallah i'm so sorry mou eb kaifey, baba got a job there.. i'm sorry 7ady wallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: wain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: shenou la2! what the hell! laa2 you're not moving reem! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: 3aaaaady you can live ma3aay eb baitna .. please goulay 7ag ebouch! or ana agoulla wallah ma 3endy mane3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: men 9ejjech? ma atwaqa3 eb yertha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: akhalee my parents ykalmouna.. 3ady khala9 it's taken care of, you are NOT moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: ou shloun ya3ny.. i abandon my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: mou exactly "abondon" bs it's only temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: shouga i can't.. it's my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: i can be your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouga: okay make me understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: ya3ny i can't live in a country ou my family lives eb another country.. shougo this isn't how things are around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ady 3a9aabt i mean seriously! reem is like my twin! ma 3endy a7aad ghair'ha.. okay you might think ena jana or noor. bs laa2 reem is ghaair! reem is the only reason why i don't feel hated by my parents.. it's because i have HER! she's the one that has been with me though my tough times! she's my ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: khala9 reem whatever okay!!!! go live in ireland or enshallah pakistan i don't give a damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i left ou called michael 3ashan ymerny.. ou radait elbait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i switched off my mobile ou slept for 5 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laman gmt  legaait there are 7 misscalls men reem ou 3 msgs bs i chose to not read them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so mad at her! shenou ya3ny she doesn't want to live with me? a9laan i bet etha her family loves her or care about her more than i do. that would take a miracle for them to care about her! ou faj2a now they decide to be a "big happy family" yeah FAMILY huh? family my ass! ou al7een she wants to obey them.. oou 6oul her life she didn't, now yat 3ala hathy? a9laan i'm sure i can find a way 3ashan akhaale'ha she stays bel kuwait.. mu shar6 ma3a kel her family, bs her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided ena i sign on msn 3ashan i calm down shway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw 7amany online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is how our convo went.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laish bad mood shadaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;*  (BAD MOOD!!!!)says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la2anny metnarfezza!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabeen you talk about it? mou lazem etgouleen elsalfa law ma tabeen;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;*  (BAD MOOD!!!!)says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best best best friend bel 3aalam she's moving to ireland!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaa.. umm wallah m3aref shagolich ya3ny.. fe shay agdar aasawy ysa3dech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;*  (BAD MOOD!!!!)says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so 7amany.. thanks tho:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaaw, ma ngdaar net7amal shadoun tez3aaal(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;*  (BAD MOOD!!!!)says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe:$ .. so are you going moukan elyoum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( what am i thinking? of course bye6la3! he's 7amany for god's sake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallah madri , entay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;*  (BAD MOOD!!!!)says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm maybe 9aloun or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entaaw yal 7areem 24/7 bel 9aloun! ana ashekk ena fe disco there:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;*  (BAD MOOD!!!!)says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOL laa2.. bs lazzem enrou7 el9aloun netsaana3;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha laish tetsane3ain, entay 7elwa in and out shadan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;*  (BAD MOOD!!!!)says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why thank you! ;p .. you too :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted about random things until it was time for me to go 7ag el9alloun.. radait elbait i catched up on some episodes that i missed on the series's i watch ou i dozed off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunrays hit my closed eyes, and so i woke up to find something heavy on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked gracefully to the bathroom, did my business.. brushed my teeth, applied eyeliner and peach colored lipgloss. i wore my half-thigh length black shorts with an "I ♥ LONDON" t-shirt, grabbed my wayfarers and redbull, wore black flip-flops then off i went to lulu's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(keep in mind that lulu is the one that told her about the dare.. but she doesn't know what hapenned after that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i entered bait'houm then ana ou lulu ou jano gam nel3aab ma3a her little brother Fahoodi 7ada zouqaa;p! ba3dain ga3adna bel 9aala ou we were chit-chatting 3ala random stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(elbaab ely bara 3ala 6oul ydakhel 3al 9ala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door opened and i heard manly voices, lafaait wayhy wla alaagy mish3al(her cousin),  firas( mish3al's brother), and ....... 7AMANY??!!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;madry shfeeny 3al cliff-hangers.. i think my na7aasa is becoming more dominent =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-4358299573621378746?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/4358299573621378746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/4b-neversaynever.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4358299573621378746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4358299573621378746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/4b-neversaynever.html' title='4b) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-3112109605696373746</id><published>2009-07-25T23:27:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:44:32.884+03:00</updated><title type='text'>4a) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>Readers commentaw! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to Sunset and Maryo Poppins and R;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw it's based on a true story.. bs ana khalaita modern(er) as in, the places ou stuff like that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks passed and we grew closer and closer, until 7adnaa 9erna meyaana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent naayma bait Reemo, bs ehya faakha noum. So gelt 7ag Michael (sayegna) ena eyey bait'houm ou maraaait Janou and we went to Lenotre, Avenues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then temashaaina 3ashan "nhaathem" elakel:p. As we were walking through the food court 3ashan nakheth ice-cream from "Dandorma" 7ag Reemou 3ashan ma tzefnyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ab3aan Janou was thay3a as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7asaait an angel maar yaamy! Re7tt al7ega bashouf etha that's who i think it is. Bs re7tt from the other side 3ashan mou ashkaara gam ashoufa. And at last we became face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing beige shorts with a white A&amp;amp;F qamee9 emkha6aa6 with sky blue. Aaaaaaaaah shenou hal jamal! Mashalaaah mashallaaaaah i kept saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Wsh haal lthy 3ainey tshoufaa? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waajh elbader? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aww ma6laa3 elshams? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alllaaaaaaah ya ma7laa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we9ouuufaaaaaaaaa;*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay let me describe shloun shakla.. He's tall, thin bs fit at the same time, small eyes bs fat7een ou with long and dark eyelashes, normal nose, ou full lips. Throusaa were pearl white bs they weren't perfectly aligned.. which makes him look hotter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa3ny bekhte9aar he looks very manly ou raaqy. Mou hailegy;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my eyes on him, while he on the other side ma yaadry that i exist. He walked through a crowd of halaaga girls. The ones with blonde puff hair ou skinny jeans byenbaa6oun 3alai'ha ou blaayez terfaa3 eed'ha ebaayen ba6en'ha. With met7aajbeen girls elyy kel wa7daa gou6y roub'haa a3la men elthanya. I guess you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways they were walking yaama and they giggle ou ykhezouna ou ya3nyy they're trying to attract his attention. But he on the other hand, ma yaadry 3an hawaa daraa;p. Kaan yamshy ou his eyes don't go wandering around looking at girls. Yaa3ny ya7laaila, such a gentleman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent meshtahyaa abe6 3youn'houm el7ameer! Waai3 narfezouney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked near them ou 3a6ait'houm naathra, chan agoul 7ag Jano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "waai3 6a3ay hathoul elsluts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhma sma3ouny chan ykhezouny men foug lay taa7at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "ge6ee3aa shal ashkaaal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 6ab3aaan elaakh 3abdelra7maan ma yaadry wain allah gaa6a, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Reem's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "Reemou yallaah goumay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: "five minutes bss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "chuub wallah en ma gemtaay bakel el ice-cream 3annech"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: "i'm up!:D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "faager remou;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: "yeah fager my ass! btw metta 6arashtay elsayegg eyeeb el ice-cream?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "laa2 i went there ma3a janou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: "ya7maara laish ma geltyly ayey ma3akoum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "kaifey chethy na7aasa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: "khara feech"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: "thaanks baby;p reemo wain your laptop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: "yebeey men ghurfat mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged on facebook wla i saw him online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;so avenues elyoum ha;p?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;lool kntay mawjooda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;yupppp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;ma sheftech! tara may9eer kelmara entay etshoufeeny ou ana ma ashoufech:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oola ya kuber elnaqza;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;hehe;p.. no way a7e6 9ourty eb FB, makou sheghel;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;laish la2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;maaly khelg sewaalef boug pics ou chethy:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;aaah;p.. 3ayal add me eb msn &lt;a href="mailto:xxxxxxx@hotmail.com"&gt;xxxxxxx@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;and 7e6aay your pic eb msn 3ashan ma et7e6een'ha eb FB ;p .. sheftay shloun elthakaa2(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;Lool okaay al7een i'll add you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shit! what to do? a7e6 a pic of me bs mou wath7a..? ee 6aaf!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed on msn, and added him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* &lt;------- shoug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! &lt;--------- 3abdelra7man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;haha ahlaan:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;halla walah eb shadoon;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;hala feek bo 7mayen(a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;mou nawya etwareeny 9ourtech:p?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;straight to the point, much?:p ... wait now a7e6'ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 7a6aait a pic of me bs mou wayed clear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;ka :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;hathy entay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;nope hathy yadetty;p .. ee hathy ana! 3ayal menou:p?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;aah, 7elwa el9oura:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse it's 7elwa etha ana feeha! ;$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;ta3jebnyy eltheqa;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;eltheqaa ne9 eljamaal hun:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;bs shadoon el9oura mou wath7a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(didn't expect that one coming..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;ee shasawy hatha mou my laptop so ma 3endy ela hal pic fe ;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aaaah yal targee3a bel moukhba:P, 3ad laptop reemou ne9'houm 9wary;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;aha ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman alFlani -FCB! says:&lt;br /&gt;bs i demand 9oura thanya laman etdesheen mn your laptop :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe okay;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»S.73™« Entαα elWα7eed ely Kαlααmek Awααmerr;* says:&lt;br /&gt;umm 7amany i have to go, ttyl ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and i signed out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: shfeech you signed out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: madry, pressure :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: tabeen enrou7 moukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: ee okay.. bs khangoul 7ag noor ou jano eyoun ma3ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: laa2, mou hal mara.. i have to tell you something private&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: reemo ga3d tkhar3eeny! shenou shfeech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: laman nou9al hnaak ra7 t3arfeen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we decided ena enrou7 el9ale7eya so we can shop for dresses 7ag the parties we get invited to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: reemou.. goulyly shelsaalfa? ga3d akhtere3..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: shoug ana.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw our friend Dalal rushing towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalal: Reemou Shougaa hiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hugging us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalal: shlounkoum? menzemaan 3ankoum waay i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: hehe taamam we miss you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i just kept fake smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalal: how's summer so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: wallah it's great, how's your summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalal: fun! betsafroun moukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: uuh, mou akeed.. entay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalal: ee barou7 L.A enshalla;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: aah have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalal: you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i'm still keeping my fake smile on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalal: khala9 3ayal see you enshallah.. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she noticed my discomfort elthaher:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shougg: ma beghaat etrou7 :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: 7araam wallah tara 7ad'ha tyanen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: or so you think, enzain goulyly entay shenou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: ana.......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-3112109605696373746?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/3112109605696373746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-neversaynever_25.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3112109605696373746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3112109605696373746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-neversaynever_25.html' title='4a) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-352808065668618462</id><published>2009-07-23T01:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:57:56.513+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a long one! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;plus, check this out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://envyme-tm.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://envyme-tm.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; la y6oufkoum;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early the day after, and nezaaalt ta7aat wla i see Reemo embaas6a teblaa3 ou etsouleff ma3a Linda khedaamatna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: oh gd you wake up shouq! you have appointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: ee Lindo thba7aatny 7ana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: kaany gemt way3a.. Lindo, wain breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: no. you no eat! you go have appointment first then i make you nice breakfast :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: haha okaay;p .. yallah badlaay reemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: degeega bs khal linda etgouly laman dash 3alai'houm elelephant eb bait'houm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: chub wayed 3a6aitech wayh! khal9aay goumay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: way3aa zain kaany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the appointment, Reem and i decided to go to Chocolate&amp;amp;Macaroon for breakfast. And so, we went. While we were riding bel esculator and laman we were about to nou9al 3end the surface wla BAAAAAAAAAM!!!! REEM ET6EE7!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: KAAAAAAAAAK::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: haahahahahhaha (still menba67a 3al arth ou laughing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: Reemo goumay elnaas yaboun emeroun! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reem etgoum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: ya 7mara fashalteena allah yfashlech enshallah! goulay ameen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: ameen! e7mm la2 qasdy ameen 3alaich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: haha ee, ee rag3ay ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radaaina elbait around 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to bring my laptop 7ag elkitchen since reemo ou linda gam ysawoun elghada, ou ana bath7aak 3alai'houm. Dashaait facebook and got curious 3ala shakel Abdulra7man. So i went to his pofile, and saw his pics wla NAAAAAAAAR! eyanen, eyanen! aaaah ya galby! the last photo kan labess a cap ou ga3ed eb starbucks jlai3a. Laman daqaaqt ou daqaaaqt chan astaw3ebb ena hatha ehwa Mr. amazing laugh! Umbaaaay ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouug: Reeeeeemo reemo ou 9umakh ta3alaaaay BSSSSSSSSSSER3A!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ad Reem 7ag el legaafa jahza, so yatly 6aayra ma3a the cooking hat foug ras'ha:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: shouufaaaay!!!! hatha abdulrahman!!! ehwa mr.amazing laugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: (tshaheg) hhhh! (tshaheg)! chathaba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: el9oura etchatheb mathalan? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: umbaaay malat 3alaich hatha shzeena! entay wayh wa7ed ekalmech shakla chethy.. waaay umbay zouqa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: (ta36ee'ha nathra) shqasdech? shfeeny ana yal 7mara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: entaaay shougtiii (while raising her eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: waai3 lawa3tay chabdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: (mwaaaaaah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: uuuugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyaaaaaa he's online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him a msg eb FB chat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;heey you;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;ahlain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;shlounek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al-Flani:&lt;br /&gt;wallah bkhair, entay shlounech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;agoul..;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;goulay :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;i saw you ams eb starbucks jlai3a :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;la wallah? 9ejj?:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;ee wallah, 7aqeeqatun;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;3ad entay laish mou 7a6a 9ourtech eb profilech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani&lt;br /&gt;(as i was typing a msg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ale7: ya ahl elbaaaaait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bser3aaaaaaaa i logged off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: enta ahal elbait yal thakey (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ale7: entay chub ou malech sheghel! a9lan ana kent ga3d akalem linda, 9a7 lindo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: ayywwwooo! you make loud sound me cannot make lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: chna 6redaatna men elma6bakh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: chna?;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: haha:P .. Reemo emshay foug khal nshouf Prison Break 3ala ma ykhale9 elghada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reemo: yalaaah emshay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ale7: ana 6ale3 ma3a elshabab faman ellah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: (cough) geezey (cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ale7: Reemo mallech sheghel feeny! khaleech 3ala 7abeebech wentworth miller a7sanlech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: ey7a9elek wentworth hahaaay! enta miley cyrus wayed 3alaik;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ale7: hahaaay agouul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: (interuppting): laaaa2 la tgoul wla ehya etgoul yallah fekouna! emshaay Reemo, ou bye 9aloou7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;efffffffffffffffffffff, aby akalem Abdulrahman:( .. akeed bykoun online belail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laa2 ana shga3d agoul? laish aby akaalma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shougo snap out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(snaps her fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: 7emdellah wel sheker! el7emdella ya raaby enk 3a6aitny ne3maat el3agel mou nafs some other people! (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-352808065668618462?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/352808065668618462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-neversaynever.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/352808065668618462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/352808065668618462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-neversaynever.html' title='3) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-9167300751332371093</id><published>2009-07-20T22:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:01:11.319+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>Shoug made the fake facebook and added random people here and there. But, she rarely logs on it since she doesn't stay at home a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, one ordinary, typical day, she decided she wants to stay home all day and facebook her way throughout her free hours. With no distractions at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she shut off her mobile. And entered facebook, she browsed her way through some guy's pics, until she landed on a comment that attracted her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shifted her way up to see the guy that commented on the other guy's pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abdulrahman Al- Flani"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at his profile pic that didn't interest her at all. But she added him for the sake of having more contacts in her list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11;30 pm.. a little chat box appeared in the lower right hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;"halla wallah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani (Shoug's fake facebook name):&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;"umm.. mou qasdy ena akoun rude or anything bs, do i knw you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;"i don't think you knw me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;"aah ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored him 3ashan el9bayaan ma yen3a6oun wayh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even check his profile men kether ma ehwa mou hamny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Lulu, Jana, Reem, and Shoug raa7aw their friend's shalaaih eb Jlai3a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They jet-ski'd, tanned, watched movies, and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their plan was to sleepover at the shalaaih, bs Shoug has a checkup appointment (she has diabetes). So Reem decided ena terjaa3 ma3a'haa eldeera, and sleep over eb bait Shoug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;As they were getting ready to head back to elDeera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: yallah Reemo you're ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: almost! ga3d adawwer my flip-flops, shefte'houm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: laa2.. enzain yallah bser3a ana ban6errech bel sayara, la2anna Michael (sayeg Shoug) athaany eb 7anetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: Shougo, haa starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: laa2 maly khelg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: yallah 3ad plz.. starbucks jlai3a kella hotties.. come onnnnnnnnnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: ohouuu okay okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered Starbucks I heard someone's laughter, I tuned around to see who that laugh belongs to, wlaa 6elaa3 mr. amazing laugh, is such a hottie! kaan labess swimming shorts, ma3aa a green polo, and a cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wears cap belail, i wonder;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Shoug's house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: shougaa deshaay elfacebook khal nesta3be6 3ala someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: haha okay yallah:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashaaw some of shoug's contacts profiles ou f9elaaw 3ala the halaga guys, the guys ely shayfeen nafs'houm, and the guys ely emsaween nafs'houm "homies" haha film hendy;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until a "pachuq" sound vibrated throughout her laptop's speakers.. and a facebook chat box appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;guwa;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;eegawek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;shlounech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;good, you?:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;bkhair el7emdella.. doum(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadan Al- Flani:&lt;br /&gt;ajma3een..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chatted about random stuff for 15 minutes, until she decided to call it a night. She headed to sleep thinking about the day she'll have tomorrow with all the needles.. it terrified her. And the only one that knows about Shoug's fear of needles was Reem. That's why Reem accompanied her to each and every appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for her family, the relationship between her parents.. is, eh, let's put it this way.. they didn't pay attention to her. It's like she doesn't exist. But she was close with her older brother, 9ale7. He was her only family. Her parents were her so-called "family" just by name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-9167300751332371093?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/9167300751332371093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-neversaynever.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/9167300751332371093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/9167300751332371093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-neversaynever.html' title='2) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-61812751137323988</id><published>2009-07-19T23:20:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:30:55.326+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1) NeverSayNever♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay i couldnt wait so i started plotting 3ala 6oul:P and here i am publishing the first post;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when we were at Reem’s house for a sleepover. We were the group of girls that everyone in school wanted to be friends with. We are the “IT” girls. Our group consisted of four beautiful girls called Lulu, Jana, Reem, and lastly SHOUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu was the mature girl in the group. The one that you always come to her for advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana was the shy, quiet girl. The one that can be known as.. the goody two shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem was the friendly girl of the group. The one that is too friendly for her own good. But she’s very short-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOUG was the bitchiest, meanest girl of the group. But when you get to know her she’s as soft as butter on the inside. She’s the stubborn one. The complete bad-assed girl. The girl that had it ALL. The girl that doesn’t know how to say no to a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These four girls were inseparable. They had each other’s backs. Never did they refuse to help each other out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were playing truth or dare. As they swung the water bottle, it stopped on Lulu and Shoug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: truth or dare, shougo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: umm.. dare, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: O-kaaaaaaaaay, I have the perfect dare for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: Wohoooo go lulu! bring it on baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: haha, kk.. this is how you’re gonna do it. You’re gonna make a fake facebook, and you’re gonna add boys in it. And I mean the boys in our school. You can’t tell them who you really are. And you’re gonna add them in msn ou you’ll have to be close ma3a’houm. Then after 3 months or so.. you’re gonna deactivate your facebook account, and you’re gonna delete them. And like.. DISAPPEAR FAJ2AA! So.. you up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: I never turned down a dare, and I’m not gonna start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: I’ll take that as a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu: long nose, small lips, and small eyes. Egg-shaped face with straight black hair. Thinnest and tallest one of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana: small features with twinkly eyes, heart shaped face with chocolate hair. The petite one of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reem: button nose, round eyes, small lips, long face with hazel colored hair. The short and the matrouuusa girl of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoug: small nose, full red lips, Filipino eyes, cutest dimples, round face with blonde hair. The tall and the hottest girl of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So shraykoum? akaamel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;btw; this is based on a true story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-61812751137323988?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/61812751137323988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-neversaynever.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/61812751137323988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/61812751137323988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-neversaynever.html' title='1) NeverSayNever♥'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-3900472415641689192</id><published>2009-07-19T04:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T04:12:31.110+03:00</updated><title type='text'>AktebbANewStory?;s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The title says it all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so, any thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i love youuu;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-3900472415641689192?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/3900472415641689192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/aktebbanewstorys.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3900472415641689192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3900472415641689192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/aktebbanewstorys.html' title='AktebbANewStory?;s'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-657915256581537654</id><published>2009-07-15T07:54:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:11:11.495+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NewLook+Hot?:o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sl1jQHt_YsI/AAAAAAAAADs/--vyF4fxweE/s1600-h/Paul+Walker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358548260241760962" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sl1jQHt_YsI/AAAAAAAAADs/--vyF4fxweE/s320/Paul+Walker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sl1imi6yLII/AAAAAAAAADc/zyYGuRHoRKU/s1600-h/wentworth+miller+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358547545988672642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sl1imi6yLII/AAAAAAAAADc/zyYGuRHoRKU/s320/wentworth+miller+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sl1imUjDzFI/AAAAAAAAADU/ktrfmXCGc4k/s1600-h/robbie-williams-sees-ufos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358547542131067986" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sl1imUjDzFI/AAAAAAAAADU/ktrfmXCGc4k/s320/robbie-williams-sees-ufos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sl1imHkGtxI/AAAAAAAAADM/m_HRtp1rszc/s1600-h/n1407817618_190003_8320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358547538645792530" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sl1imHkGtxI/AAAAAAAAADM/m_HRtp1rszc/s320/n1407817618_190003_8320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ellozz people!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you missed me so don't deny it;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anywaaaaaaaaaay, so shraykoum bel new look? like it? yes? maybe? thankyou!;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awaal kan shakel my blog maleeq:( ..bs now shaakla chna a candy bar:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; NOT&lt;/strong&gt;? (3an the guys bel pics foug:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-657915256581537654?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/657915256581537654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/newlookhoto.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/657915256581537654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/657915256581537654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/newlookhoto.html' title='NewLook+Hot?:o'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sl1jQHt_YsI/AAAAAAAAADs/--vyF4fxweE/s72-c/Paul+Walker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-4706953732795235431</id><published>2009-07-09T04:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:52:15.361+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FamilyGathering?;p</title><content type='html'>SOOOOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;tawnyy 6elaa3t men my room 3ashan aby milk (ee kaifey ashraab milk kelyoum belail :P)&lt;br /&gt;then, sheft bel9aala gaa3ed ekhouy ou ebouy.. THEN re7tt elkitchen wlaa my sis taw'haa gaayma men elnoum yaaya etgouley: "dreamer, al7een elsa3a 4;30 wla 3;30?" chan ana abe6'haa the7ekk! I mean seriously fe a7ad egoum men elnoum ou yrou7 elma6baakh 3ashan yes2aal elsa3a cham?;p&lt;br /&gt;kk khal akaamel..&lt;br /&gt;THEN aredd el9aaalaa wlaa my other sis joined the crew ely ga3deen bel 9aala!&lt;br /&gt;ou this hapenned elsa3a 4;45 am.&lt;br /&gt;anaa ashekk ena my family are yanaanwa or bats.. or both :P&lt;br /&gt;all in all, sheft ebouy, ekhouy, 2 sis. yaa3ny bs bugaa one more sis ou my mom 3ashan tektemell el3aayla elkareema haha;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-4706953732795235431?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/4706953732795235431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/familygatheringp.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4706953732795235431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4706953732795235431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/familygatheringp.html' title='FamilyGathering?;p'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-122152208737230879</id><published>2009-07-06T03:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:14:50.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HauntedByLove</title><content type='html'>A one story post as promised, love you:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"~" = the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"+" = the guy&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ " I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ " no you don't. you can't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ "I always did, and I always will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ " I can't do this Meshaari! stop making it harder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ " I can't stop, it's the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I covered my ears so tightly with my earmuffs still on, " STOOOP!!!!" I said, as tears began to flow expectedly throughout my face. I ran and ran ever so fastly, while people's shocked faces staring at me in Central Park, New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I can't do it anymore. I cannot see Meshari behind his sister's, my best friend's, back. I cannot deal with any pressure right now. The whole reason I went to New York alone was to get seperated from the world I live in. All that drama and sorrow just keeps haunting me down again. Every freakin place I go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I kept running all the way until I reached my apartment building. I didn't step in though, I wanted to enjoy the Autumn breeze surfing continuesly beside me. I held my shawl tighter and sniffed the air of New York. I decided to enter my apartment and get my ipod. As I was rummaging through the drawers looking for my ipod, I found a piece of paper. It looks as if it was a letter from.. Mays (Meshari's sis AKA my best friend). I unfolded it gently and took a deep breathe and started reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Haya,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you begin to read this, you would probably be in New York already. Before you start to read this, I hope that you know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Even though I never thought that you had the strength to leave me.. but, you did. Which proves how strong you are, and I admire you for that. Keep in mind that I forgive you and I'm not expecting anything from you. Just acknowledge that I'll be here for you anytime, any place.  I know that you went through a lot through these last couple of months. That is why you left to New York, I assume. But that doesn't mean giving up. It actually means starting a fresh, white new page. Living in New York must be.. wonderful. My brother, Meshaari, is actually there. So if you see him, tell him I say hi, will ya? Dubai sucks without you, all of us are missing you terribly. I can't wait till this semester finishes so I can return back to good ol' Kuwait. Anywhooo, this is about you not me. So I just wanted to remind you that you'll have to live your life till the end of it. BUT, without forgeting our so-called "morals" wink, wink. And try not to zone out to another world when a cute guy talks to you. One more thing, actually two more things. First, try to not get pinned. I know how stupid you can become so please don't lose your innocence. Lastly, I love you so much and I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your dork,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ That was so Mays of her to write that letter. If she only knew that I know Meshaari and that  I have developed feelings for him. I sighed heavily and tears started to wet the letter. I quickly shoved it back and layed on the bed thinking about my life for hours. Without any acknowledgement, I saw the sunlight fading away and the night crepting by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ It hurts to see people madly in love with each other that can't be together for various reasons. My relationship with Meshaari is just like Chuck and Blair's relationship. But even Chuck and Blair worked it out. I guess it's just life, and I should get the hang of it. Meshari and I can never be together. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I can't believe that she's throwing it all away. It's like she threw my heart out in a puddle in a crowded dirty street, and she let everyone walk on my heart. My heart that belongs to her. I knew that it can never, could never, work out between us. She is my life, she is my everything, she is my soul, she is my.. forbidden apple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-122152208737230879?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/122152208737230879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/hauntedbylove.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/122152208737230879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/122152208737230879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/hauntedbylove.html' title='HauntedByLove'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-7938506575248175834</id><published>2009-07-03T07:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:45:06.408+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ekteshaaf3atheem;p</title><content type='html'>al7een elsa3a 7:32 AM ou ana methel elbat mou gaadra anam;/ way3a tewya3ny :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elmouhem agoulekoum estekshaafy?&lt;br /&gt;akhaaf agoulekoum ba3dain ta7sedouny 3ala thaaka2ey;$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee agoulekoum bs wa3ad enkoum kelkoum etgouloun "mashallahh ou tuf tuf" okay;p?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enzain esta3edaw..&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadroun enaa............ YOU CAN SEARCH WEBSITES EB GOOGLE?  TADROUN WLA LAAAAAAAAA2? EE NA3AM, DREAMER TAW'HA TAADRY OU ESTAKSHEFAAT HATHY ELMA3LOOMA BROU7'HA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou tadroun ena NEGDAAR ENDESH MSN MEN TWO ACCOUNTS? &lt;--- ou hal ma3louma ana jarabt'ha:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shraykoum feeny? wallah gadaa3aaa;p!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara ya naas hathy mou 7aaala! what the hell! ana kel shahar chethy? laman I get the time of the month.. lazem akheth panadols akthar men 3 times a day? SHASAWY BA6NY Y3AWERNY! mou tgoulounly mou zain ma mou zain! etha ekhafef 3awar ba6ny then it's zain 7agy! ou 3ugub bacher ba6ebb bel ba7ar:D ee kaifey!&lt;br /&gt;ou nafseytyyyy zeft! maly khelg asawy shay! faj2a a3a9eb, ou ba3dain I cry 3ala stupid things? ba3dain faj2a I feel like hugging someone:\&lt;br /&gt;sorry bs lazem ashkeelkoum 7aly ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-7938506575248175834?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/7938506575248175834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/ekteshaaf3atheemp.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7938506575248175834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7938506575248175834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/07/ekteshaaf3atheemp.html' title='Ekteshaaf3atheem;p'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-1102992256017045035</id><published>2009-06-30T15:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:08:58.945+03:00</updated><title type='text'>AllOverThePlace:O</title><content type='html'>Heeeeeeeeeey shlounkoum? I know you missed me, you know I missed ya! haha okay:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got tanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) GA9AIT SHA3RYY :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) ma gest wazny bel meezan;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't feel like I wanna write a story;(&lt;br /&gt;wallah I really don't feel like it;p ya3ny you know when someone inspires you to write a story.. ba3dain that person is like.. out of your life, ba3dain you don't feel inspired at all? ee that's how I feel;s I'm sorry wallah:S! I might post like a random-one-post-story fahamtaaw? or like, random stuff here and there;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) you know laman you base your life on words of wisdom and stuff like that? ee, I USED to be one of those people.. bs now la2, I do my own words of wisdom haha:$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) aby asaafer yallaaah malaitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) SHOUFAAAAAAAW EL IPOD TOUCH OU MY PLAYLIST!! kaaashkhaa ha? la2anna I'm kelesh not the technological type! haha 7aady mestaansa 3aalaaih;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEDBACK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-1102992256017045035?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/1102992256017045035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/hehe.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1102992256017045035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1102992256017045035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/hehe.html' title='AllOverThePlace:O'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-3348807873254276257</id><published>2009-06-26T02:42:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:55:25.755+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya3aineyYaLailey;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BACHERRRRRRRRRRRR ..... (insert drum roll here) BAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO7 EL SHALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou banam there for 2 layaaaly so that means ena 3 days!! YAAAY MEE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hellooooooo hot tans, hello ba7ar, helloooooooo jet-ski, and hellooooooo bal3a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;------ this I will definetly not do.. wallah!;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ouu elyoum I burnt&lt;strong&gt; 243&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;calories&lt;/strong&gt;!! mashaallah mashallah tuf tuf :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RIP (&lt;strong&gt; if it's true&lt;/strong&gt;) Michael Jackson;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now back to me.. 7ADYY MESHTA6A 3AL DIET HAHA! &gt;=P &lt;strong&gt;&lt;-- 7elw elface 9a7;p?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anywhoooooooo &lt;strong&gt;any ideas&lt;/strong&gt; 3ala my next story, la2anna frankly, I have none;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya3ny mathalaan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-married&lt;strong&gt;(?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- teenager&lt;strong&gt;(?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- love&lt;strong&gt;(?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- girl&lt;strong&gt;(?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- U.S&lt;strong&gt;(?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou tara I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; you all wallah:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. shraykoum bel &lt;strong&gt;BOLD&lt;/strong&gt;? athaabe6koum bel 7arakaat;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-3348807873254276257?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/3348807873254276257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/ya3aineyyalailey.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3348807873254276257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3348807873254276257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/ya3aineyyalailey.html' title='Ya3aineyYaLailey;p'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-663678866296518079</id><published>2009-06-25T03:02:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:22:03.196+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SummerIsGettinToMeAlready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;kk, elyoum.. for some particular reason re7t gesst wazneyy bel meeezan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then all of a sudden ashoof wla ye6la3ly ena waznyyy 57 KILOS! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;geltt maybe that meezan is mkhaaref, so I checked the one that is eb my bathroom, and yet again I see ena wazney 57.4 KILOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to my sister's room (my sis that I didn't see her for 3 days) and awal ma dashaait her room she was like "Dreaaaaaamer metaaaaaaaaaaaaantaaay@@!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anaa hney 9aakaaat feeny eldenya! I mean seriously, I have never EVER reached that weight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then, bedaaat my manaa7a and film hendy start;p (yes bechait!) I tend to be very emotional about the way I look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BS I MEAN SERIOUSLY 57 KILOS?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEN METTA DREAMER W9ELAAAT CHETHY?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elmouhem, I immediatly typed a paper ana kaatba feeha ena I'll do a diet and I'll try my best to stick to it, and asawy exercising bel treadmill, and blah blah, with some other shit also. Then I signed it ou I'm thinking of framing it and hangin it somwhere in the kitchen. smart eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all of this hapenned at around 12;30 am. ou meshaait bel treadmill for 32 minutes and I burned 100 and something calorie (I don't remember;$) so yaaay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why did I get fat, you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let's just say that partying, avenues, blogging, and way over-sleeping aren't the best combination for summer:) &lt;----- pissed off face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on a completely different note, I'm thinking about a story to write.. bs it still isn't figured out completely, bs I'll try to start it as soon as possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-663678866296518079?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/663678866296518079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/summerisgettintomealready.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/663678866296518079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/663678866296518079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/summerisgettintomealready.html' title='SummerIsGettinToMeAlready!'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-7296605014827556206</id><published>2009-06-24T00:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:50:55.927+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt. 17 (FINALE) -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to all my readers, especially the ones that have been with me all the wayyy! I love you all;*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------- 6 YEARS LATER ------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm now married to the love of my life, Mi7sen. I have a baby boy who's five years old and is called 7amany. I also have a baby girl who's two years old and her name is Dalia. I'm also four months pregnant, but I still don't know if it's a girl or a boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7amaaany is a copy of his dad, the same features exactly but he has my pink lucious full lips. He's so 7aarch, but ever since he went to school, he became less 7arch-er. He has good grades el7emdella. Ou Mi7sen is the one that mostly deals with him. Mi7sen says, and I quote, "a7saaan yeg3ad ma3a ebou akthar, 3ashan yet3alaaam elrejoulla!" He's five years old, for gods sake!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my little cute girl, Dalia, is so quiet and well.. the opposite of 7amany. She completely, absolutly looks like her father, same dimples, same eyes, same nose, yeah.. the whole nine yards! She's so girly, and she loves the color pink. Wait scratch that, she ADORES the color pink. The only words she can say are mama, papa, anany (7amany), and inkk (pink). She's just too cute to finction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi7sen, wa ma adraak ma alMi7sen. Mi7sen has been nothing but supportive with my choices in life. I love him to death. And I would sacrifice anything for him. I'm not gonna lie and say ena we didn't face difficulties. Because we did, bs el7emdella tejaawazna'ha. Mi7sen is my dream when I'm awake, and he's my fairytale when I'm asleep. I have never imagined my life to be the way it is, but I'm glad that it turned out this way. If I repeat, "I love Mi7sen" till eternity, it will still not describe the way I love Mi7sen. My Mi7sen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still pray for Phaaye in every 9alaat. Ou everytime someone mentions her I would get very emotional. She's the one that taught me how to live my life, how to risk a lot, and how to take chances. But most importantly, she taught me what sisterhood is all about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jouri had an arranged marriage, ou she lives in the U.S right now, I miss her terribly. The length distance just drew us closer. As they say, "Best friends together, never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jawa is in a relationship with 3umar, but it's still not defined. He loves her, she loves him but both of them are not ready for commitment. I hope things will work out for both of them, because they definetly are meant to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grew a fond of Na9err, since Na9err became friends with Mi7sen. 7ada khoush wa7ed ou san3. He's maalech 3ala girl now, ou we're having a 3azeema for both couples (Mi7sen and I, and Na9er with his fiance). I can't wait till I meet her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lastly, Rakan. Well, lets just say I never saw him after that day. I heard that he lives in Housten, Texas; and that he's single. But I'm not completely sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I mention that we live in London now? 'cus we do! London babyyyy, wohooo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xx, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-7296605014827556206?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/7296605014827556206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt-17finale-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7296605014827556206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7296605014827556206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt-17finale-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt. 17 (FINALE) -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-3871829545070685900</id><published>2009-06-23T00:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:37:55.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt. 16b -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to Redbull, I love you;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Previously:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued walking blissfully, until I saw a shadow coming towards us. As it was getting nearer, I can see vividly who that person was. I rubbed my eyes to be sure that I wasn't hallucinating, but now that person is as clear as ice.&lt;br /&gt;It was..&lt;br /&gt;MI7SEN?!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! What should I do? why is he here? what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, Rakan sensed that I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading towards him, and I was so nervous that I started sweating! It looks like Rakan will go 7aga 3ashan esalemm 3alaiih. Bs shaal 9udfa! Mou ma3qoulla it was a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Halla wallah bo s3ayedd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "Halla feek,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Shlounek? shakhbarek?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "Bkhair el7emdella, ou ent shlounek?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Tamam. Bou s3ayed, hathy Layaan ely geltlek 3aan'ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "ee, tsharaaaft."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook hands with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan soulaaf ma3a shway, then we decided ena we should head back to the car. While we were walking, I couldn't help but turn my head and see wain Mi7sen. Out of nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Layaan, ma abeech tetzawejainy 3ashan etjamleeny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaaan: "uuh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaaan: "abeech tetzawejainey la2annech et7ebyny mou 3ashan shay thany."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We froze in our places, ou lafait wayhy again to see in Mi7sen is walking away. He's gone mny, forever. Rakaan grabbed both of my hands, laaf wayhy 3ala Mi7sen (keep in mind ena Mi7sen's back was 3alaina, since we were heading the other way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Layaan, go to Mi7sen, you love him. You don't love me. Follow your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "bss..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan (interuppting me): "makou la bs wla shay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed me slightly while sighing, ou wayhaa kan 7ada meshtaa6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him with a pleading look and teary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "I'm sorry Rakan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "run after him, go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran, and ran like there was no tomorrow. I screamed Mi7sen's name twice until ehwa staw3ab ou laaf wayha 3alaay. Laman we9aalt 3endaa I hugged him so tight, and I never wanted to let go of him. I saw Rakaan glancing at me ou I blew him a kiss, said thankyou, and waved to him. He just smiled and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rakan, not mine anymore. But he'll always be my first love, he taught me how to love. What I learnt was, sometimes, when you do the wrong thing for the right reasons is better than doing the right thing, but for the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "A7ebech Layan, amout feech!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "ana a7ebek akthar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rakaan's Perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt to see her go to someone other than me. People have to sacrifice for the ones they love, even if it means leaving them. But I knew that I was doing the right thing. 7araam athlemm elbent ma3aaay. How did I figure out that she loves Mi7sen, and Mi7sen loves her, you ask? Well, it's simple. It shows from her eyes, and everytime I mention Mi7sen, ehya teshta6. And I can read Mi7sen's face, and expressions, we were friends menzemaan. And I'm happy for him. At least now, Layaan is happy. And that was what I'm aiming for. She still has a special place in my heart that no one will ever fill out for her. I still love her, but I'll eventually move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, one more thing; We canceled the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's Note: Awwwwwwwwwwwww, 9a7?;p ..and NO THIS IS NOT THE FINALE! Enjooyyyy;)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-3871829545070685900?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/3871829545070685900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt-16b-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3871829545070685900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3871829545070685900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt-16b-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt. 16b -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-512271021926041867</id><published>2009-06-21T23:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:56:33.015+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.16a -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just so you know, I posted part 15. So read part 15 awal;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rakaan's Perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks is our 3erss, Layaan is the best thing that ever happened to me. Bs a7es'ha shwaay tagheyeraaat, bs maybe it's just a phase and she's gonna get over it. Ma atkhaaayal my wife itkoun mou Layan, it's just unimaginable. She still doesn't let me even kiss her, she wants to save it 7ag the wedding night, that was so typical from her. Bs kberaat eb 3aainey 3ala this choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1;30 pm, ou bacher is our 3erss.. aaah omg I'm so nervous. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach doing front flips and back flips. I have the most amazing wedding gown on earth, it's an off-white cocktail dress ou it's really tight men the upper body part, ou manfoush men the bottom body part. Ya3ny my dress was very classic and original, I loved every single inch of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan by6ale3nyy elyoum, ma3aaana it's so wrong ya3ny my wedding is bacher! I have other important stuff to do. Bs this 6aal3a is our last day as an engaged couple, so we should make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself but over-think that this whole marriage is the right thing to do. I mean 3ala goulat'houm ena laman you have an arranged marriage, you end up living happily. Bs etha it's unarranged then it mostly results as a divorce. Bs I don't think it's right, like, tons of people tezawejaaw their boyfriends ou they lived happily without a divorce. Oh, well. A small thought came into my head and started to whisper stuff like you know that this won't work out, you know that you're better off without Rakan tagging along, and you know that you love Mi7sen, not Rakan. But I quickly shoved those thoughts away and prayed to god that these thoughts won't reappear again. After all, Rakan rejaa3ly after I broke up with him, TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan picked me up at about 7;30 bellail and we went 7ag Nino's eb Avenues, since it was where I first met him. Dakhaalna elsayarra, and Rakaan started speeding up in the streets of Kuwait. I grabbed his hand and squeezed him really tight, like I never want to let go of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Rakaani, please slow down bacher my wedding ma aby amout;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "as long as you're with me, you're safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed his hands and he just smiled ou his dimples bayenaaw. I swear he has the cutest dimples on Earth, you just want to pinch them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "wain benrouu7?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "babougech muwahaha;p ..benrou7 moukan ya3ny shrayech! just wait and see;p it's a surprise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "uugh, I hate surprises!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "bs you're gonna love this one! tadreen laish? la2ana qasben 3alaich;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesaaalna 3end elbeach ou we walked hand-in-hand across the beach, with the moon gleaming at us happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the same way about Rakan like I did before, it wasn't the same. I know that I fell for Mi7sen hard, bs I thought ena Rakan can replace him, bs he doesn't. I know that what I'm doing is right bs.. it doesn't satisfy me! I know ena I'm guilty, I hurt him way too many times to tell him ena I don't love him like I did before, I just can't bring myself up to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued walking blissfully, until I saw a shadow coming towards us. As it was getting nearer, I can see vividly who that person was. I rubbed my eyes to be sure that I wasn't hallucinating, but now that person is as clear as ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was..&lt;br /&gt;MI7SEN?!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's note: there! a cliff-hanger! btw; the story is coming to an end, soon. really soon. love you all:* comment please!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-512271021926041867?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/512271021926041867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt16a-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/512271021926041867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/512271021926041867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt16a-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.16a -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-1539337139087916303</id><published>2009-06-21T23:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:54:29.984+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.15 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dedicated to Ms.B ely betsaafer bacher, I love you;'* (HUG!!) -if you knw what I mean;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And dedicated to MeemzWithLove my silent reader that I just found about;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been the same, they didn't really change that much. Every Saturday I recieve a msg from Mi7sen, and same old happens. I really do miss Rakan! I mean, like, part of me feels completely lost without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to spend the whole day with my good old Mamittaa, we will go shopping bel 9ale7eya and then head over to Starbucks elbede3. I wore my Yves Saint Laurent surplice knitted dress with Fendi suede detailed sandals, straightened my hair, and jumped into the car and saw my mom waiting for me dakhel elsayara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped, shopped, and shopped till we dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "7abeebty, Layouna, khafefaay elser3a.. laish el6yara?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Mama ma aby ekoun za7ma there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swimmed across the straights until I parked ou dashaina dakhel ou sat at our table. My BB beeped signaling there was an incoming msg. I unlocked my keyboard and swifted through the msgs until I found the msg I was looking for. It was from Rakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that I was shocked is an understatement. I was beyond shocked, I was.. OVERWHELMED! I decided that it was best if I don't see the msg al7een, since I'm with my mother and all. So, laman arjaa3 elbait I'll open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat cross-legged on my bed with my laptop switched open, and my BB in my hands. I was very nervous to open the msg. Bs I opened it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg: 7ayatii;*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Layaan, I'm back.. bel Kuwait. I arrived yesterday, do you think we can meet up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him immediatly, it rang five rings.. and when I was about to hang up, he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rakaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated, but I answered her call. I'm not gonna lie by saying I wasn't nervous. Because I was, ou ana khayeff ena ehya ma taby terjaa3ly, after all, I did kiss Mayanerou back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Layan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Rakan, is it really you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "haha, laa it's a serial killer who murdered your bird"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "hahaha, I missed you!" I can tell she was crying happily. Happily, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "ana akthaar wallah! matitwaqa3ain shkether hal ayam kaanat 9a3ba bedounech!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "same goes to you, and you should be ashamed of yourself mister!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "laaish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "la2aanek reja3t ams, ou ma dagait 3alaay wla 6amantney!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "haha, khalaa9 ma a3eed'ha mara thaanya. So we're okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "we're more than okay, I love you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "I love you too, you're the only one I loved and you will stay as the only one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "aaaaaaaw, tara aste7yy;$"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaaan: "hahaha, ya 3aainey 3al yeste7oun wallah;p!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "hehe.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "so shloun Mi7sen ma3ach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "he just texts me every Saturday yes2al 3anni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "ya7laila, wallah ye3temed 3alaiih.. 7abeeb wallah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "ou ana wain re7tt? ana mou 7abeebtek?;@"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "entaay 7abeebaaat galby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "enzain Rakaani, I can't see you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "shenou qasdech?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laayan: "qasdy ena takh6ebny men ahaaly, I'm not getting any younger Rakan, batkharaaj men the forth year of college 3ugoub two months"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "tamreen amer, men hal 3youn gabel hal 3youn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "hehe, okay look 7ayaty.. ana lazem arou7 al7een okay? kaalem oumek elyoum or tomorrow okay? I love you, bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna talk to my mother elyoum enshallah, the sooner the better. I'm sure ena Layan bta3jebb oumy, she's men 3aayla zaina, ou 3enda'ha akhlaaq ou sanaa3, ou pretty ba3ad. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's notes: Part 16 is commin up! Enjoy;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-1539337139087916303?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/1539337139087916303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt15-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1539337139087916303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1539337139087916303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt15-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.15 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-2080379980473594655</id><published>2009-06-16T00:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:51:26.592+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.14 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mi7sen's Perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday I would send her a msg asking about her and her whereabouts. I try to keep it simple bel msgs, like for example I would send her shlounech shakhbarech, and then etredd 3alaay tamam. And that would be it. But, it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Because well, I think I'm falling for her. Bs I will never tell her about the way I feel. I can never do that to my best friend. I hope that she's just a crush. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa7edd men elrabe3 daag 3alaay ou gaaly ena kel elshabab metyam3een bel shalaih. So I was on my way 3ashan arou7lehoum.. wla Layan calls me. Weird! khal ashouf shsalfat'ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming call: Layan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "alo hala layan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "alooo Mi7sen please ta3al 3end da2err elkhamess tharoury!!" she said while crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "yallah kaany yaylech 10 minutes ou ana 3endech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "bser3aa please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shfeeha? laaish ga3d tabchey? bs most importantly.. laish daagat 3alay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We9aaalt the 5th ring road ou I called Layan asking her for instructions 3ala wain moukan'ha. When I saw her Tawareq, I parked my car waraa'ha ou I stepped out of my car ou re7tla'ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Mi7senn!! *choke* thebaa7t a *choke* doooooogggggggggg!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help myself but laugh. She gave me a glare. A scary one to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "do you think it's funny? la2anna it's not! I killed a creature! A creature that once was walking, smiling, or maybe crying. But I killed it! What if it had babies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell that she was starting to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "umm, take deep breathes Layan. Yeah that's right, inhale, and exhale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "okay, al7een shensawy bel chaaalb?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "hmm, khal nsheela ou n7e6a 3al ra9eef 3ashan ma ydousoun 3alaaih elsayarat, ou laman eshouffa elzabaaal.. ehwa ra7 yet9araf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "okaaaay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Layan walking towards the dog, I went after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "la7thaa entay shbetsaween?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ba7awell asheel elchaalb.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7senn: "laa khaleech, ana asheela"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "bs I insist! ana ely thebaa7ta after all.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "you like seeing blood?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "uuuh, you have a point. Have fun while you're carrying it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but chuckle at her remark. I lifted the dog up ou kan thegeel.. bs I managed. I walked Layan to her car and when she put on her seatbelt, she pulled her window down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "I don't know why I called you elyoum.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "yallah basaayrech laman tou9lyn baitkoum 3ashan ma tethbe7yyn ga6wa hal marra.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and pulled her window up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa9aaalt'ha laman bait'ha ou then I headed back to the shalaaih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend one: "m7aaisen, shfeek moukhek mou ma3aaak chena..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend two: "oooub ouuub menou makheth baalek ou galbeek?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "kel tebn, wallah raasy e3awerny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend two: "ee, ee rage3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi7sen: "maaly khelgek Fahood ethleff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7;00 a.m I went to bed and repeated today's scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew menou makheth 3aagly ou gaalby ma3aa.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's Note: three parts? in one day? am I kind or what? bs testahloun akthar. Love youu:*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-2080379980473594655?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/2080379980473594655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt14-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2080379980473594655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2080379980473594655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt14-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.14 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-2658521295794421560</id><published>2009-06-15T19:11:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:59:36.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.13 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my Miu Miu fantasy swirls t-shirt, with black ultra-skinny jeans. Hoped into my Tawareq and headed over to Jouri's house. It was around 7;45 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing call: Jouri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ana barraa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jouri: "wallah kaany, kaany nazla.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Ashkarra ma badelat, what makes me so sure ehwa la2anna ehya 7lefaat. Oh, don't I just know my Jouri so well. After 20 minutes of waiting in the car.. cheny chauffer, she finally rkebat elcar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jouri: "Hiii, sorry 6awalt 3alaich"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "kent barou7 3annech a9laan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jouri: "e9eer khair;p.. so wain tabeen trou7yn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "well, ana mayta men elyou3.. so how about Slider Station?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jouri: "sounds good.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there ou the waitress wadaatna 7ag our table. I ordered the known Obama, and then my mobile vibrated indicating a msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg: Elsa2aaal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird that I called Mi7sen, elsa2aaal, right? Well, I think it's pure genius-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haala wallah.. shlounech shakhbarrech?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT! I forgot ena elyoum kaan Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg: Elsa2aal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"halla feek, tamam wallah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the hot guy ely kaan beside us bel table raan indicating a msg, ou he was texting back while smiling.. and his dimples appeared. Waaaaay zouqah, what's with me and dimples these days? He put his mobile back on the table, and then suddenly my mobile vibrated indicating a msg. Weird.. could the so-called Mi7sen is the one sitting right beside me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg: Elsa2aaal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"doum enshallah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg: Elsa2aaal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mi7sen, a random question kk? ..where are you?" (Pure legaffa, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the hot guy yaamy ran mobila indicating a msg, yemken Mi7sen is the hot guy eb Slider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg: Elsa2aal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ana eb Slider, laish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg: Elsa2aaal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what are you wearing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg: Elsa2aal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a dishdasha, again laish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg: Elsa2aal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because I'm right next to you;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot guy yaamy laaaf his face 9oubby and shafney, I think there was a 2 second eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg: Elsa2aal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ma tekhayalt ekooun shaklech chethy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg: Elsa2aal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh really? how did you think I looked like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg: Elsa2aal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooow, okaaaaaaaay.. I think that "." meant I-don't-want-you-to-text-me, so I'm gonna shutup. So he had zaaitey-greyish eyes, gifel and a small tafla. Ou he was so tanned, the good tan.. not the bad one. And he was taller than Rakan, and I can see that he is fit, with broad shoulders. And he was wearing a dishdasha, with brown loafers. And well, as much as I hate to admit it, but he's drop-dead-HOT! And the fact that he was wearing a dishdasha, is just a turn-on. Oh, and he's a thegeel guy.. so that just adds a point for him!&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We payed the chique and headed out to the valet 3ashan nakheth my car, while we were waiting Jouri said that she has to go to the bathroom, so I told her that I'd wait for her bel car. While I was waiting, I saw him and his other two friends 6laa3aw barra, ou his two friends entered a GMC wanaait. While he, on the other hand, rekaaab a Mercedes Benz G-Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jouri's house ou I slept-over. We stayed up late and watched some episodes of One Tree Hill, but all the time I wasn't really watching it. I was too busy daydreaming of Mi7sen.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's Note: Another post, just as promised;) Love you:* and your feedbacks are appreciated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-2658521295794421560?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/2658521295794421560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt13-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2658521295794421560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2658521295794421560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt13-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.13 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-2781897781394998685</id><published>2009-06-15T14:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:22:43.188+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.12 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two months since that night he told me he kissed her. I still miss him an awful lot, but I can't bring myself up to talk to him. Even though he still calls me.. three times a day. I never picked it up, my hands shiver when he calls, and my eyes water when I see his name on my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still livng my life, I'm going out with my friends. I'm still partying, and rocking, but, now that I don't talk to him, all that partying and having fun never felt the same way as it did while he was in my life. I have no idea why he's still in Kuwait when he should be studying barraaa, am I the one holding him back? or is it something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he stopped calling me. And soon enough, that day became a week, and that week became a month. Is there something wrong with him? Is he harmed? My whole body trembled at those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming call: Unknown caller:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: "aloo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "umm, who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: "ana Mi7sen.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "umm.. atwaqa3 enek ghal6aan bel raqam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown (Mi7sen): "la7thaa, entay Layan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ee na3am, shdaraak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown (Mi7sen): "Rakaan Al Flani gaaly adegg 3alaich ou as2aal 3annech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "ou laish mou ehwa ely ydeg ou yes2aal..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown (Mi7sen): "aaha.. ya3ny ma gaallech? ehwa raa7 yadress bel U.S"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "aaah.. ou laish gaalek tes2aal 3aanni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown (Mi7sen): "Rakoon ehwa men a3aaaz rab3y.. ou gaaly qe9aatkoum, ou ba3dain gaaly ena adeg 3alaich every Saturday and Wednesday 3ashan as2aal 3alaich ou ashoof 7aalech"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "okay, now that you called.. ana tamam ou eb alff khair, ou law sama7tt ma aby ekoun baaina ay 3elaaqa except laman ekoun youm elSaabt ou you can just text me, you can't call me, and you absolutly cannot stalk me. Ou shyaathbetlly enek 9ejj refeej Rakan, ou ena ehwa gaalek tes2al 3aaani?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown (Mi7sen): "Your laptop's password is: RakanMyOneAndOnly, ou ehwa ely gaalech taktebeen this password on his birthday gabel sena taqreeban"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "hmm, okay. so my rules are only texting me on saturday 3ashan tes2al 3aany. Agreed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown (Mi7sen): "etefaqna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's Note: I know this is a short post, sorry;* ..Bs I promise ena there will be another post tonight enshallah. Enjooooy;)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-2781897781394998685?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/2781897781394998685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt12-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2781897781394998685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2781897781394998685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt12-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.12 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-2922577564817878729</id><published>2009-06-14T21:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:20:03.262+03:00</updated><title type='text'>8 THINGS</title><content type='html'>Okaaaaay, so I have been tagged by: Liberal Khaleejiya, Distracted, and Intimacy xx. (I love three of you:*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I’m looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Getting a sunburn on my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My liscense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  Going out with my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I wish I could do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be at two places in the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Skydive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Enter 'So You Think You Can Dance'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Eat, eat, eat, and EAT and never gain weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Go back in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Be a hacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) All my readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Redbull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Dracula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Wicked Witch of the West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Swam bel ba7ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to my friend's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Watched three movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ate wayeddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Went to starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Went to the jam3eya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Reja3t back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Signed on Msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 8 Simple Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sex and The City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Bloggers I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) CuteAndCuddly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Madawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dazzlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Nawarii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Zain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My silent readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------NEXT PART WILL BE POSTED ELYOUM OR TOMORROW ENSHALLAH;*!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-2922577564817878729?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/2922577564817878729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-things.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2922577564817878729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/2922577564817878729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-things.html' title='8 THINGS'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-645549206890822414</id><published>2009-06-10T13:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:03:24.182+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.11 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rakaan's Perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell Layaan 3an shenou 9ar wla la2? Honesty is the best policy 3ala goulat'houm. Bs madry shlooun she will handle it. Laa laa2 bagoula'ha, a7saan men ma ehya she finds out brou7'ha. Ou ely allah katbaa by9eer. Lamaan arja3 elbait I'm gonna tell her, bs aby agoula'ha face to face. I parked my car eb garage'na ou I went inside wlaa elekhett Manayer embas6a bel 9alla, ou ga3d takell 7aab shamsy. I'm gonna try to avoid her, elmoushkella it's not an easy thing 3ashaan I avoid her. We live in the same house god damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manaayer's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, why did I do it? al7een things are gonna get more than awkward between us! I know ena he thinks of me as a little sister and nothing more, bs I don't think of him that way. Ana a7ebaaa! Can't he understand that? If only whats-her-face can go to hell, chan ana ou Rakaan en7ebb ba3ath! 7ataan when we were small he told me ena he's never gonna let anything hurt me, and that he's gonna protect me. The thing is, HE is the one hurting me! And what hurts the most is when you know that you love someone, and that someone doesn't love you back! Ifffff, love is hard. Bs I don't care what's the consequince I'm gonna make Rakan love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rakaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing call: el7oub;*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "allo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "halla wallaah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "men 9outek 7aasa ena feek shaay.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "laa 7asha, mafeeny shaay bs baghait agoulech...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "eee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "3ady ashouffech al7een?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaaan: "madry Rakaani, chenna elwakt met2akher.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "laa 3ady la tkhaafyn mara7 en6awell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "okaay, wain tabee I meet you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "laa khaaleech ana ammerech men elbait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "laa akhaf a7ad eshoufna.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "entaay ma geltaay ena oumech emsafraa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ee, bs ukhooy 7amaani mawjood.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "khalaa9 3ayal, ana alageech eb jam3eyat eltha7ya ou ba3dain you park your car ou terkebyyn ma3aay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "hmm, okaay. bs ekheth your range rover elmghayemaa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "ee okay galbyy.. yallah al7een badlaay, ou laman te6le3een men elbait msg me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "okaay yallah b'bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got into my car, ou I think now is the time to tell her.. it's now or never. Be honest. Okaay, bsmellah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "ummm, Layaan lazzem agoullech shay tharoury.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "ams lamaan kent bel bait, umm.. my cousin ely asghar meny eb two years.. uuh, kissed me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "haaaaaaaaaaaa? shenou ya3ny 'she kissed you'? shenou qasdek?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "ya3ny she kissed me, she grabbed me and pushed her lips against mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaaan: "aah, ou did you kiss her back Rakan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "ehwa ya3ny..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "DID YOU? OR DID YOU NOT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "I think I might have, accidently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "that's all I wanted to hear. Accidently, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that she got out of my car, slammed the door harshly, and entered her car. She drove away fastly, with the whoosh sound of the wind along with her. One way to ruin my summer, thanks to Manayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeated yesterday's images through my head. When I came back home, ou ga6ait nafsy 3ala my bed la2aany ma kent bs ta3baan. Wla faj2aa I sense someone yedkhal ghurfetty, bs I was too weary to open my eyes. Ba3daain she pulled my blanket shway, shwaay. Ou it all happened so fast! Ya3ny Manayer layed on top of me and dived her lips against mine and kissed me a long hungry, eager kiss. Bedoun la a7ess eb nafsy wla I kiss her back, just for a multi-second. Ba3dain estaw3aabt ely ga3d y9eer, ou I pushed her back. And I stormed out of my room ou I cruised around with my car for hours until I reached elshalaaih, ou I slept there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and confused without my Layaan here to guide me. Ana laish best'haa? 7ataan law ma kaan qasdy, a kiss is a kiss! Law she did the same thing I did, chan ham ana 3a9aabt 3alaai'ha. Ana mou rayal! Laish I hurt someone wayed 3azeez 3ala galbyy?&lt;br /&gt;Bs I promised her ena I wouldn't leave her. A promise is a promise, and I'm gonna fullfil it. Ana gaad kelmty, ou ra7 a7awell araje3 Layan throughout whatever it takes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-645549206890822414?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/645549206890822414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt11-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/645549206890822414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/645549206890822414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt11-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.11 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-6116744119376326124</id><published>2009-06-02T22:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:44:03.473+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RandomMoi;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) I'm a girl, duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) I still didn't get my liscense, ya3ny I'm not 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3) I have siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4) I'm not that boring, I'm much funner in person. (theqqa, much;p?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5) I never, ever and I repeat NEVER check my emails, they're over 1,000 al7een.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6) I'm 24/7 around my laptop or Bb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7) Laman agoul salfaa without the word "chan" it would be a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8) A3alegg 3ala kalemaaat wla ahlaag!;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9) I'm making up "TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*" as I go.. thought you should know (and it doesn't have anything to do with this post, adry:P).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10) Hmm, one of my famous a6baa3 is stubborness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11) Oh yeah, I'm a Taurus. Explains the 3naad right? hehe;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12) Shaay 6abee3y law I block all my Msn contacts 3ashan agoul 7ag wa7da salfaa without being disturbed, bedaaal la I change my status 7ag appear offline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13) Once you get to know me in person, I might be the wierdest person you'll ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14) I looooooooooooooove Starbuck's Dulce De Leche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15) I have carphobia, I have this habit ena laman amerr 3ashan I cross the street lazzem amsek eed someone ou I squeeze it 7aaaaaaail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;16) I have no bloody idea why I'm writing this, while I have an exam bacher (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17) I love the number seven and three, so basicly my fave number is 73.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18) Kel ma arou7 avenues, lazzem arou7 Baroue for the photobooth;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19) I hate, hate, and HATE French. It drives me crazy. which explains why I have "moi" in my title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;20) I always wanted to stab someone, anyone wants to volunteer to be killed?;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;21) WHERE THE HELL ARE THE OTHER BLOGGERS? AND WHY AREN'T THEY POSTING? Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-6116744119376326124?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/6116744119376326124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/randommoip.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/6116744119376326124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/6116744119376326124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/randommoip.html' title='RandomMoi;p'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-5770560501308641945</id><published>2009-06-01T15:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:31:16.793+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.10 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Layaaan's Perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me and Rakan were doing great, Phaaye passed away 8 months ago and I'm not gonna lie by saying I don't cry laman at'thakar'ha. All those moments we cherished ma3a ba3ath. She's the person who made me who I am al7een, my sister. And Jouri was, well.. Jouri! She still didn't find her prince charming, bs I think ena he's right in front of her eyes ou ehyaa ma tadry 3anna. I'm not gonna tell you who he is, that's another story. So summer came, helllllllloooooo hot tans! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I graduated mn the third year eb college, yallah one more year to go. And Rakaani takharaaj men college ou he wants to get his Masters and PhD. So, al7een I don't know what our plan is. Do the long distance thing or madry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyhow, I decided ena I should have a new look for a new summer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Outgoing call: Jawa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "LAAAYOUN!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "Haha, halla Jawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "soo sh3endech yal ma9la7cheya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "come baitna ou I'll tell you;p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "maaly khelg asoug, you come baitna.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "okaaay, I'll be there in 15 minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "see youuuu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "chawz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I dried my hair, ou lebaast my Velvet anila dress, ma3a an off-white scarf (mou the winter-y one, the summer one) ou my Chloe gelly sandals, and a huge handbag. I let my hair fall down the way it is, khathait my car keys ou rekaaabt elsayara. I sent a msg 7ag Jawa stating ena I'm barraa. She let me in ou re7naa ghurfat'haaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "so, fakart ena asawyly new look.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "shqasdech by 'new look'?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "ya3ny age9 sha3ry, dye it another color maybe? ou we get the hottest tan bel 3aaalam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "sounds good, yallah meshaina.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She grabbed her car keys gabel la at7acha ou nzelaat the flight of stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "yal thouuula, are you planning to go to the 9aloun ou entay labsa your Sponge Bob pj's?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "weee nesait haha, 7ady eshta6ait!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "la7aath.." I mumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Laman we9aalna el9aloun I began to have doubts. Being the coward that I am, I decided ena ma age9 sha3ry nor color it. Those are the moments I wish Phaaye etkoun ma3ay, she would've qasebatny ena age9 sha3ry ou if it turns out wai3, then she would just say 'it will grow out again'. I miss her;(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Instead of me cutting my hair, Jawa gaa9at sha3ar'haa nafs gaa9at Hessa elLoughani, ou she dyed her hair into a chocolatey-black color. 9aar shakel'haa zouqaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then re7naa Johnny Rocket's in Avenues 3ashan nakheth take-away for ghadaaa. And guess who I bumped into.. Na9er with a hot guy yaama, chny shayfetta men gabel bs ma2athker wain. La7thaaa, la7thaaa, la7thaaaaaaaaaaaa hatha elhot guy ely bel mamsha ely he helped me get up! Bs shwaay taghayer, lela7laa ou lelhotter;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then Na9er came up to us ou salaaam 3alaina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na9err: "Layaan, hatha weld khalty, 3umar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "ahlaaan, tsharaft. 3umar and Na9err hathy Jawa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa was busy ordering bs laman staw3ebaat ena ana geltt esem'haa fazaaat haha;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "oh, hii! shlounkoum?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3umar: "wallah tamam, Layaan.. chny shayfech men gabel?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "hmm, laa matwaqa3.. bs maybe who knows;p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Akeed, 6ab3aaaaaaaaaan 6ab3an mara7 agoola ena ana elyy 6e7t bel mamsha..! laish afthaa7 ou afashel 3oumry!;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we said our goodbyes ou rekaabna elcar ou benredd bait Jawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "Omg! wainy 3an 3umar menzemaan! he's so sexy, mu7taraam, ou so raayal!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "Why am I sensing a crush?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jawa: "because maybe it is?(A)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaaan: "7lalech babe, I have Rakaan, laish ahtaam bel others;p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I signed in Msn since I have nothing better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Their was a friend request men 3umar, wow that was fast. I accepted bs I blocked him, kelesh mou nou3y swaleff 9bayan on msn except my cousins ou my classmates. Geraaagt ma3a cham friends men highschool ba3dain malaait, so sheftt cham episode men Gossip Girl ou I cuddled in my bed ou dagaaait 3ala Rakaani 3ashan he "tucks me in for sleep" adorable? adry!;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Outgoing call: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "menou el7elww hatha ely daag 3alaay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "elyenyy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "yazeen hal yeny wallah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "haha Rakaaaaaaaaaaaan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "haha teste7yn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "shakou!;p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "haha okk if you say so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "Rakaaaaanii"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "hallaaaa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "aby anaam.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "okay tagha6aay bel cover 3adel.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaaan: "eeee..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "close your eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "hmmmm.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "ou kiss me goodnight;p.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "haha I didn't fall for it, try again 7ayaty!;p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "shda3waa Layoun.. bs elyoum;("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "hmm afaker.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "la tkhaleeny al7een ayey baitkoum ou adaldeghech laman etbousyny, ou shda3wa I'm asking you ena you kiss me bel phone mou bel 9ejj;p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "please and thankyou are the magic words.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "pleaaaase?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "haha yal cuute! next time ashoufek I'm gonna pinch your cheeks 7aail!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "hahahah ee e9eer khair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "hehe, mwaaaaah! yallah goodnight!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "haha goodnight galbyy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "a7ebek.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "ana akthaar wallah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "okaay men9ejyy al7een, bye;p!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "bye, ou thankyou!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "ee khalek sha6err chethy daymaan;p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "hahaaa bye!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I slept that day dreaming of Rakaan, ma3a his adorable dimples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's note: wa9aalna el two digits eb my story (part 10)! haha wanasa;p ..anywhoooo, the story is gonna be moving quite fast these couple of days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-5770560501308641945?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/5770560501308641945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt10-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5770560501308641945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5770560501308641945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pt10-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.10 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-1706748752032916350</id><published>2009-06-01T15:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:12:18.694+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okaaaaaaaaay, so laman Phaaye and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sawaaaw the accident&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Layan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ra7aat elhospital ou she was in a coma for 2 days. Hatha laish Rakan kan ga3d ygool "shfeeha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ma tredd 3alaaay for 2 days" get it? Ou at that time laman Rakan ou Jouri youlaa'ha kan the second day of 3azza Phaaye, so akeed oum &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; betkoun bel3azaa. So to sum things up, when Rakan and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came 7ag'haa it was el9ub7 and oum &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kaanat bel 3azza. Fahaaamtaw?;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S. taraa oum &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mou nou3'haa ely teg3aad bel bait wayed, kella 3enda'ha 3azayem or stuff that moms do outdoors;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-1706748752032916350?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/1706748752032916350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/clarification.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1706748752032916350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/1706748752032916350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/06/clarification.html' title='Clarification.'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-752875763783722816</id><published>2009-05-29T11:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:37:14.938+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.9b -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rakaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shfeeha Layoun ma tredd 3alayy for the past two days? akhaaaf 9ayerr feeha shay! Or yemken ana mza3el'ha. Bs ana ma sawait shaaay;s! chnaa 3endy raqaaam Joouri her friend, yallah khal ajarebb adeg ou ashoof..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Outgoing Call: Rakan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: alooo..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: haala Jouri, ana Rakan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: oh okay, halla wallah.. ummm Rakan, lazzem agoulek shay. Bs ma ye9laa7 bel phone, lazzem face to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: shfeech la tkhar3eeny! Layaan feeha shay wla la2?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: meet me eb Starbucks el3daileya in five minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: ok, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I slipped on my grey training pants, and wore an orange polo and headed to Starbucks. Dashaaaait ou legait Jouri ga3d tan6erny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: halla Jouri, shlounch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: wallah tamam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;akward silence........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: Rakan, tara Layoun bel moustashfaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: SHENOU? LAISH? SHFEEHA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: kanaat rakbaa ma3a Phaaye, her cousin, bel sayaraa.. wla they got into a car accident la2anna Phaaye 6awefaat elEsharaa el7amra, ou a car came running into them 9oub el yesaaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: enaaa lellah wa ena elayehe raje3oon.. ta3awerat Layan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: some bruises and a broken hand, no biggie. eb moustashfa elAmeery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: aah okay, mashkoura Jouri. bs ummm, 3ady arou7 hnaak wla ahal'ha mawjoudyn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: laa2 3ady rou7, ou I'll meet you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: yallah, feman elah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I made my way to the car, and I started drifting through the streets. I was so anxious to get there. Enshallah ma feeeha shay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found the room dark, and there was a heavy weigh in my chest. All I can remember is when Phaayou was shocked to hear that her mother had cancer, ou we went through a car accident. Yaraaaab ma y9eer shay 7ag Phaaye. Ou what about Jouri? wain'haa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's as if she heard me wondering where she was, she entered.. with Rakan by her side. I huge smile made its way across my face, and when he saw me, he smiled back. Shaklaaa mou bs adorable! haha;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri came and hugged me so tight, bs I can see ena feeha sadness eb her face. Shesaaalfa? I feel great now that Rakaani came. After Jouri's hug, came Rakan. He hugged so tightly and so soothingly, that I forgot all the pain I had. He sat on the chair next to me, and Jouri sat on the chair next to Rakoun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: Haaa Layoun, how do you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: doum enshallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: wain Phayou? aby ashouf'haa, I miss her. ehya eb which room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri changed the subject and she started to talk about jam3aaa ou Rakan joined in our conversation. Then an Indain nurse came into my room ou she started checking the basics (blood pressure, heart beats, etc.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nurse: Oh, and I'm sorry that I didn't say this before but, 3atham allah ajrech.. it's how you say it, am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: 3atham allah ajrech for what? who died? hehe;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nurse: the girl that came with you, her name is Pay if I'm not mistaken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: oh, I think you're mistaken. Phaaye isn't dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: actually Layan, Phaayou tewafaaat la2anna elcar crashed 9oub'ha ehya. 3atham allah ajrech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: what? haaa? that's not possible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I started screaming and crying hysterically. Rakaaan and Jouri hugged me, but it was like I didn't even notice at all. All I thought about was Phaye. dead. because of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I fluttered my eyes open, wlaa I find Rakan sleeping yaaamy bel bed, with his hands around me. Ou Jouri was sleeping on a couch next to me. I took a glimpse at the watch, and it read 3:04 am. And then the memory came back to me, and I started visualising what had happened. Tears in my eyes were now rainfalls on my cheeks, I started shivering. Phaaye, the beautiful Phaaye. now, dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rakaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7asaaait eb shay ga3d yetkhathkhath yamy. I opened my eyes, wla alaaagy Layounti crying. I started to stroke her hair ou I was whispering stuff 7ag'haa like "everything will be okay" and stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: khalaa9 layaani, ga6a3tay galby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After I said those words, she started too cry aqaaal, and aqaaal until she stopped crying. She looked at me with her big innocent hazel eyes and she smiled a fake smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: Rakan, I think I love you akthar men ma a7ebb nafsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: Layan, tadreen ena ana met2aked eny a7ebech akthar men ma a7ebb nafsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And she blushed. I kept repeating in my head mashallah, mashallah. She was so beautiful mashallah, allah e7afeth'ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She cuddled next to me, and she put her head on my shoulders, and fell fast asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's note: some sunshine, right CuteAndCuddly? hehe, enshallah ya3jebkoum;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-752875763783722816?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/752875763783722816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt9b-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/752875763783722816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/752875763783722816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt9b-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.9b -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-4183098134530434529</id><published>2009-05-29T00:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:34:54.284+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.9a -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm kept ringing and ringing so loudly, le darajja ena keraaht 3eeshty! Ifffff, time to wakey-wakey. it's already 11;00! lazzem now abadel, ma yamdeeny I take a shower. Ana ou Phayou are gonna go 7ag avenues to shop for new spring clothes. I wore an Abercrombie yellow qamee9, with ultra-skinny sky blue jeans. ma3a a Burberry handbag, with a sweater inside it la2anna it might become quite chilly baraa. I wore my Burberry high heels, slicked my hair in a ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming call: Phaye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "Yalaaah wainech ya 7mara 6awaltay!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ana barraa, bs wait! awal shay, entaay shenou labsa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "mallech sheghel;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaaan: "aby a3areff 3ashan law we're wearing almost nafs elshay, then you have to go change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaye: "ana labsaa an Armani black cardigan ma3a a white dress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "okay yallah 6el3eely!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg: Layan:&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "hey babes! gd morning;* elmouhem, tara I'm going to avenues now, 3endy shaghla. Kisses, xox!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg: Rakan:&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "have fun, ou deeray ballech 3ala nafssech:*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg: Layan:&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "etkhaaf 3alaay?;$"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg: Rakan:&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "shloun ma akhaaf 3alaich etha entaay layounty?;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped till we dropped! Ba3dain we get in the car.. Phaaye decides to tsoug the car, and I agreed 6ab3an. Wlaa faj2a a phone call interrupts our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming call: Baba;* (ebou Phaaye.. she's "daddy's girl"!):p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: Babaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba: halla bel zain kella !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: I miss you wayed;s.. metta betred .. after two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba: Phayouna 7abeeebty entaay, I'm sorry to tell you this bs, your mother is now badly infected by cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phayo: Haaaaaaaaaaaaa? shakou! Mama ma feeha cancer! is this a prank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CRAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!-&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, legait nafsy labsa the same hospital gown in Sharm. Except that this time, my heart was hurting me. I could sense that there was something wrong. Very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's note: Sorry etha ma 3ejabkoum elpost, bs I was publishing it while ana ga3d aghameth my eyes, la2anna 7ady daykha! More action next post enshallah;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-4183098134530434529?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/4183098134530434529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt9-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4183098134530434529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4183098134530434529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt9-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.9a -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-8242749008374888896</id><published>2009-05-23T02:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:39:51.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.8 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"Halla bel 7elww ou el3asaaal;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifffff, another msg from another guy who thinks I'm a slut. 3aad kelesh mou nagsaa la2anna elyoum my mood mou bs zbala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at the clock infront of me, it read 9;15.. time to go to jam3a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower, washed up, and did my business. I opened my closet, hmmm, what to wear.. what to wear? I'm in the mood 7ag "lil' ms. sunshine" so, I decided to wear a yellow ne9 chm flowy shirt ma3a light blue denim shorts. I decided ena akhalee my hair wavy as it is ou bs a7e6 a yellow masha. I wore my brown galdiator sandals, ma3a a LV cross-bag. I applied light-pink lipgloss ou blue eyeliner ou black mascara. I looked, aside from being lil ms. sunshine, simple yet cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"Jawa, meet me in starbucks 3daileya in 10 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawa was my college friend, la2anna Jouri mou ma3aaay bel jam3aa. Jawa had chocolate-colored hair, ou she was the type of girl ely she hears more than she speaks. 7ad'haa hadeya, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "9abaa7 elkhair Layounti, I'm off to jam3a 7abebty 3endy 3 mu7atharat.. take care;*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwh, ya7laila hehe eshaweg.. bs mara7 ared 3alaih 3ashan ma adoud'ha la2anna akeed he's driving al7een.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;Jawa: "I'm on my way, 5 minutes max."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed downstairs, and kissed my mother ou rekaabt elcar. I drifted through elTha7yaa streets, and we9aalt Starbucks. Soulaaft ma3a Jawa and we grabbed our daily morning coffee, ou re7na 7ag jam3a. The rest of the day was a blur la2anna kent wayeddd mashghoola la2anna kan 3endena lots of jam3a work. I only talked to Rakaani belail, ou I fell asleep while I was talking to him. Embarassing, much? I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was pretty much the same casual routine, nothing out of the blue. qararnaa ana ou Phayou ou Jouri ena we stalk that cousin of Rakan's. And yes, it was Phaaye's stupid idea.. very predictable of her! Bs yallah enshallah all the stalking yenfa3naa;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rakaan's Perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened our door 7ag baitna ou ga3adt 3al couch shwaay 3ashan kaan thahry thabe7ny men karaasy elClassroom, moushkella ena 3 lectures wra ba3ath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faj2aaa wla a7ess shay ga3d yarketh, lafait wayhy wla Manayero (the evil cousin of Rakan's) yaaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manayer: "Rakooooon! metta rejaa3t men eljam3a?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaaain maly khelg'haa. Don't get me wrong, a7eb Manayer ou I consider her as a sister of my own, bs sometimes etnarfezny la2anna wayed tetlazaag feeny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Halla Manayer, tawny daash elbait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manayer: "ahaaa, shlounek? wain nawy etrou7 elyoum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "wallah bkhair, laish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manayer: "bs ga3d as2aaal.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "madry wallah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manayer: "ahaaaaa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the Tv ou surfed through the channels lma I settled on MBC Max 'cus 7a6een elmovie Vertical Limit. Ou Manaayer yamy ga3d et7nn ou mou rathya tathlef foug;/!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "Manayrou etha mara7 tasketeen, thelfaay darech foug!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manayer: "waaaay shfeek elyoum 3alaay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "ma feeny shay, bs mou ga3d etkhaleeny andemj bel film."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manayer: "hehe okay khala9 baskett," I mumbled, "bs gaa3ed ou ezefff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamaalna elmovie, wla Manayer nayma.. gawamt'ha chan agoula'ha ena etrou7 etnam foug eb her room. Ou tawny ba93aaad elstairs wla Manayer ga3d tetkalaam wehya nayma (apparently ehya ma ra7aat foug ou namat eb her room) ou gaalat menou Layan. Bs yemken ana ga3d atkhayaal, sh3araf'haa eb Layan 3ad. Ou laa2 fe 9238109 Layaan's bel Kuwait, ana laish wayed metwater. 3ala 6aaary Layan, khal arou7 foug akalem'haa shway.. welaaht 3alaiha. Ou abyy ashouf'ha soon, la2anna lazem we discuss shay wayed moouhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraaagt ma3a Layaano garga, ou we flirted shwaaay. Hehe wla naamat 3ala eltelephone 7abeebty, wla tgool ou ehya nayma: a7eb Rakaaani. Ana mou bs 6ertt men elfar7aaa laman sema3t'ha, la2anna 7asait'ha ga3d ta7lem ou etfaker feeeny. I remember sleeping that day like a baby, with a smile plastered on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's note: enshallah 3ejabkoum elpost? feedback please, keep me encouraged!;p .. ou ee, etha you saw me ena I didn't post 7ag a while la t7atoun, la2anna I don't post parts without being inspired, ou ba3dain without being inspired akeed the post I'll publish bykoon mou thaak elzoud. Ou I want to give the best, 7ag the best;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-8242749008374888896?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/8242749008374888896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt8-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/8242749008374888896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/8242749008374888896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt8-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.8 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-784593888768344886</id><published>2009-05-17T17:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:57:52.108+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.7 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rakaan's Perspective:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Incoming Call:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;el7oubbb;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layounti is calling me? weird! khal asheela ou ashouff shsalfaat 7abeebty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "Aloooo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "Rakan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "Halla wallaaa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaaan: "Rakan, we need to talk.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "sure.. wain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "Coffee Republic, free zone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "okaaay 15 minutes ou ana there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "see you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ouuuukh shaklaa shay tharoury! I arrived 7ag Coffee Republic ou ma legait'haaa. So, I sat ou waited for her. After 5 minutes wa7daa labsaa Ray-ban wayfarers brown.. ou hazel/blondish hair, ou labsaaa a grey cardigan dress ma3a tights ou UGGs. Layaan looked amazing! 9ejj en'haa taghayeraat shway, ou 9aar shakel'haa a7laa. Ya raaby ta7feth'haa men el3ain, I repeated in my head. She came over ou sat across from me ou she lifted her Ray-Bans ou khalat'houm 3ala el6awlaa.. ou she looked at me and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layaan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dashaaait dakhel.. wla ashouff wa7edd labess shorts ma3a an Abercrombie hoodie ou labess cap GAP. Kaan shaklaaa mou bs zouqaaah kan wedyy agaare9 khdooda hehe. I smiled at him ou I sat down. SHITT!!! why did I smile? I was gonna go for the look elyy ana-m3a9ba-bs-I-managed-to-look-casual-but-elegant-at-the-same-time. I guess I didn't pull it off. Oh well. He smiled back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "Ahlaaan.. shlounech?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "bkhair el7emdellaa.. enta shloounek?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "tamaam.. Layan shaklech ghairr.. ya3ny feraagtay 3alaay.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "hehe.." I said as I blushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you face for letting me down once more! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "ummm.. Rakan.. do you by any chance know wa7ed esmaa M7ammad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had to make sure awaaal, bs I felt stupid for asking him that question la2anna fe 9083098309 M7ammaad's bel Kuwait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "eee, laish?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "raqmaa 9*******?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He checked his mobile ou he nodded 7agy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "ok.. did you tell him that I was cheap.. ou 3a6aitta my mobile number?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rakan's Perspective:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was in utter shock! I mean, she should know that I didn't do it. What was going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "latsaaawy nafsek ena you're shocked Rakan! Who do you think you are 3ashan ta36yy your friends raqmyy ou et6ale3 esha3aat 3any ou etkharebb sum3ety? Wain elyy gal ena he'll sastisfy me?" She said angerly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaaan: "shenou Layan? you think I gave them your mobile number? I would never do that! ana shareech.. abeech etkounyn 7alaly ou oum 3yaaaly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "3ayal how come M7ammad sent me a msg ams ou galyy ena you gave him my mobile number ou you said ena I'm cheap?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "Layanii a7leflech eny ma adry 3an a single thing your saying. Are you even listening to yourself? Are you questioning my love 7aggech?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "You know what Rakan, etha you're not planning on telling me the truth barou7!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakaan: "I am saying the truth! shfeech mentaay rathya et9adgeeny?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan burst into tears. Ou ana ma 3eraaaft shasawwy, awal marra ashouf Layounti chethy. She was always laughing ou smiling. I cuddled her into my arms ou she laid her head on my shoulders. We stayed in this postion for about 15 minutes ou she was still crying. I stroked her head, wiped her tears, and I kissed her forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "bss khala9 layounti, I'll take care of you.. shhhh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She looked up to see my face, ou she smiled while her eyes twinkled. From that moment, ta2aakadt enaa there's nothing that can keep us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaaan: "Rakaani, lazzem arou7 elbait al7een ok? I'll call you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rakan: "okay 7abeebti.. 6amneeny!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She walked away.. ou rkebaat her 6awareq, ou ana rekaaabt my Range Rover.. ou maashait'haa laman w9elaat elbait. Then I headed 7ag eldewaneya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Layan's Perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why did I forgive him so easily? Ugggghhh, I should've been more firm ma3aa. Aaaah, the way he held me.. ou the way he smiled, and his adorable qamaazat are just so.. awwwwwwwwwh;*! Ifffff, I love him, I love him, and I love him! Ya raaaby madry shasawy. Hmm, I'll call Na9our his best friend ou bas2ella questions 3an Rakan. La2anna I still wanted to figure out menou ga3d ya36yy el9bayan raqmy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Outgoing call:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na9er: "alooo.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "hallaa na9er, it's me Layaan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na9er: "guwaaa.. shlounech?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "tamam wallah! bs baghait as2elekk, shkaan Rakan ga3d ysawy on February 14th?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;February 14th kaan the day I recieved the first msg men wa7edd haam egouly ena I'm cheap and whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na9err: "hmm, wallah chna kaan ma3aaay eb Avenues.. re7na el cenima.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "kaan mobilaa ma3a?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na9err: "laa2, kaan nasyy bel bait.. ou ba3dain gaal 7ag his cousin ena etyeeb his mobile la2anna they live eb nafs elbait ou ehyaa kanaat eb teyey Avenues already.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "ahaaaa, ou kaan 3ala elsa3a chaam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na9er: "3ala el8;30 belail.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layan: "Okaaay thanks Na9err, yallah I have to go bye!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I ended the phone call ou I went 7ag Zain in avenues.. ou geltt 7ag my friend elyy kan 3enda'haa shift there ena etchayekk 3ala raqaam Rakan.. ou metta and what time ehwa daaz elmsg 7ag rab3a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Samyaa(friend ely teshteghel eb Zain): "hmm, dazeen elmsg eb February 14 ou at 8;37."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BINGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Layaan: "ee okaay thanks honey.. enshoufech soon enshallah, bye!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the way home kent ga3d afaaker laish ehya dazaaat msgs 7ag rab3a ou galat lehoum ena ana cheap. Ou shmaa3na men mobile Rakaaani? And I came up with these conclusions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) Was she just plain mean, ou et7ebb etkharebb people's realtionships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) Was she jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3) Did she secretly crush on her cousin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4) She just wants attention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Either way, I'm gonna find out ou bafahem'haa ana shloun at3amal ma3a nass nafs amthal'ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's Note: shraykoum hehe? Btw; I love you all.. you encouraged me to continue the story;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-784593888768344886?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/784593888768344886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt7-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/784593888768344886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/784593888768344886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt7-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.7 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-5190244439935825207</id><published>2009-05-17T01:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:35:21.834+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey Hepburn;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sg892-QZxcI/AAAAAAAAABA/1a8Y8XRbdUQ/s1600-h/g204930_u55224_audrey-hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336552098091353538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sg892-QZxcI/AAAAAAAAABA/1a8Y8XRbdUQ/s320/g204930_u55224_audrey-hepburn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Umbaaay don't you just love &lt;em&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/em&gt;? I absolutly adore her, and everything about her. My fave movie casted by her is Funny Face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She's a true inspiration for all women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever read her quotes? Well, take a glance at a couple of them..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone." -&lt;em&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come... The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future." -&lt;em&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the end of your arm, as you get older, remember you have another hand: The first is to help yourself, the second is to help others." -&lt;em&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I said before, and I'm gonna say it again.. She is a true inspiration to all of us, women!;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, and did I mention that she's amazingly gorgeous, mashallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, my lovelies.. classic is back, and it's as good as new!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-5190244439935825207?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/5190244439935825207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/audrey-hepburn.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5190244439935825207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5190244439935825207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/audrey-hepburn.html' title='Audrey Hepburn;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ceHO6hZaJMo/Sg892-QZxcI/AAAAAAAAABA/1a8Y8XRbdUQ/s72-c/g204930_u55224_audrey-hepburn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-5471854028259616957</id><published>2009-05-16T20:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:54:13.194+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.6 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First year of jaam3a ended.. and Jouri ou Phaaye kept nagging ena it's not healthy for me to stay this way. And by "this way" I mean ena ma akell wayed.. wla a6la3 wayedd, ou I don't even laugh wayedd. I have to confess and say ena I have been a disasterous mess! And I kept hoping ena ashouffa somewhere accidently bs it never happenned. Maybe safaaar ou ra7 deera thanya yadress there. Oh well, I guess it's better ina ma ashouffaa.. la2anna it'll just make it worst. Phaaye and Jouri slept over at my house almost 5 days a week. La2anna they say I'm capable of doing anything right now, even suicide. 7attaaan law ma 3eraaft Rakan 7ag mouda 6eweela, I feel like I've known him since a lifetime! Phaayou and Jouri are sleeping over elyoum, malyy khelg 7anat'houm. But, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jouri: "I'M HOOOOOOME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaayye: "YEAH BABY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "someone's hyper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "indeed we are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes at her. And she rolled her eyes back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jouri: "Laayoun bs khala9!! I'm not allowing you to damage yourself. Bs khalaaa9!! We both know you've been through a lot, bs tara mou zaiin ely entaay ga3d etsaweena eb nafsech. IT IS NOT HEALTHY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ya3nyy what do you expect me to do? Haaa? go to parties and pretend that I never fell in love with an amazing person, and I broke his heart? is that what you want me to do?" I replied angerly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "Laaa2 I'm not asking you to do that! ana qasdyy ena you should move on, la2anna if he really wants you ou etha ehwa shareech 3ayal he's gonna wait for you.. nafs what you asked him to do! etha he's a gentleman ou e7ebech he'll do it! he'll wait! Layouuna, love is enough! his love for you is enough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at her and sighed. I know that she's right deep down in my heart. Bs I can't imagine not thinking of him one day. I really think about him all the time, it's not something I can control. I'm afraid of moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "what do you want me to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phaayo: "Yatlyy fekra!! shraykoum we stay eb Kempinski this weekend? you know, 3ashan we relax. And look for hot guys. Wink, wink.. Nudge,Nudge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jouri: "I'm all for it!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "okaaay I guess.. bs etha ana gelt let's get back 7ag elbait bnerjaa3 okaay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joury: "okaaaaaaaaaaay! tanning, hot guys, costa, and ba7aar.. here we come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kempinski, and had the fun of our lives. Ou for the first time since the breakup I totally forgot about Rakan. 3ugoub ma radaina men Kempinski I became a7saan men gabel eb 180 darajja. I went to malls, shalaih, and my life has been way funner. One day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"Hallaaa wallah bel 7elweeen;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"menou ma3ay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"ma3aaach m7ammad.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"do I know you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"you might"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"blaa sakhaffa ou tathyee3 wakt.. betgouly men wain em6aale3 raqmy wla la2?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"hadaaaay ballech, shda3waa 3a6eeny wayyh.. ana galouly ena entaay cheap, bs 6ela3taay el3ax"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me? ana elcheap? menou gayelekk? ou men wain makheth raqmyy!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"khahaita men wa7ed men elrabe3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"and he is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"Rakaan Al********"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in shock! okaay I wasn't just shocked I was way beyond shocked! What the hell is going on? la2anna this wasn't the first one edezlyy msg this week.. ya3ny maybe 4 ghairaa dazouly msg. I'm gonna put an end to this mishap.. 7attaan law it means meeting Rakan. I mean what the hell is going on? who does Rakan think he is, ya36yy guys raqmy ou egoulehoum I'm cheap. Well, watch out Rakan.. cuz I might be good in being sweet and innocent girl sometimes, bs I'm an expert at being a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's Note: haha shraykoum;p? .. Eee I've been meaning to ask.. which character is your fave? for me, it's definetly Phaaye!;p ..Enjoy;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-5471854028259616957?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/5471854028259616957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt6-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5471854028259616957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/5471854028259616957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt6-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.6 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-8808438816015259987</id><published>2009-05-15T21:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:11:06.103+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.5 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"I already miss you;*"&lt;br /&gt;I msged before I shut down my mobile, 3ala bou el6ayaraa.&lt;br /&gt;40 seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"ana akthar! ou tara I'm coming back 7ag elKuwait after tomorrow;)"&lt;br /&gt;I shut down my mobile, and sighed a sigh of relief, at last I'm going to Kuwait.. I miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan and I were like this for about a month, we never had a fight. He's been always gentle, caring, and charming with me. Ya3nyy rayal eb gaad elkelmaa. Ou that's what I'm seeking in my dream man. And, so far he never let me down. Ya3nyy I don't know, bs it's kind of suspicious that everything is just too perfect. But everytime I shut the phone call, or a sent a text msg.. I knew that I was doing a very wrong thing. Lying to my mother, Mis-using her trust in me, betraying my brothers, and lastly betraying my karaaama. It just wasn't me! So one day....&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"Rakooni, as soon as you're faathy.. please call me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 minutes, he called.&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "alooo"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ahlaaan"&lt;br /&gt;Rakaaan: "Hallaa eb Layounti! shlounech? shfeech? 3saa ma shar?"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Laa2 ma feeny shaay, bs I want to talk to you 3an shay mouhem.."&lt;br /&gt;Rakaaan: "eeee?"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Rakaan, I can't do this anymore.."&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "do what?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "talking to you, I feel like I'm mis-treating my family.. ou I shouldn't do this to them 3ugoub kel elyy 3a6ouny ou what they sacrified 3ashan my happiness"&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Layountii, ana fahmech.. bs mou fahemmm, shenou by9yyr feena al7een?"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "madri Rakan.. I love you, you've been amazing ma3aaay.. you define the word amazing a9lan! Bss khalaa9 I'm done with this.. etha tabeeny.. wait for me! en6ernyy laman atkharaaj and ekh6ubny.."&lt;br /&gt;I heard Rakan breathing heavily.&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "bs layan, ana ma agdaar an6err hal kether.. ana a7ebech entaay layounti, 7abeebti, ou galbiii.. entaay kellli a9laan!!"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "I'm sorry Rakaani" I ended the phone call and started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after what seemed like a lifetime but only an hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"Laayounti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes teared up again, and I started crying all over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"Rakaan, bs khala9.. delete my number. Ou etha tabeeny wait for me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"Bss.. ana a7ebech!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing msg:&lt;br /&gt;"Prove your love for me, by waiting 3 more years.. and come ekh6ubny 3ala senaaat allah ou rasoolaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming msg:&lt;br /&gt;"You will be satisfied;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to not answer him back, la2anna etha thalaaina chethy mara7 nkhalle9. So 7a6aait my mobile 3ala elcharger ou I drifted off to sleep with a tear on my cheeks. It was the first night I sleep without smiling in about 1 and 2 weeks. Well, I'm expecting more smile-less nights.. el7emdellaa 3ala kel 7aal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's note: Fee a7aad 3endaa suggestions? please do share.. it's highly valued;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou fe a curious thing eb moukhy 9arlaa menzemaan.. how old do you think I am?;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-8808438816015259987?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/8808438816015259987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/outgoing-msg-i-already-miss-you-i-msged.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/8808438816015259987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/8808438816015259987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/outgoing-msg-i-already-miss-you-i-msged.html' title='Pt.5 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-6099077453447091169</id><published>2009-05-12T23:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:32:08.429+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Postponed.</title><content type='html'>Heey, sorry bs I won't be able to post new parts la2anna ma 3endyy my BB, ou the next part katbetta eb my BB.. so on Saturday, or ay wakt bel weekend a7awell I post kk? thaanks love you;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-6099077453447091169?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/6099077453447091169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/postponed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/6099077453447091169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/6099077453447091169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/postponed.html' title='Postponed.'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-7261343344042549115</id><published>2009-05-06T16:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:47:13.902+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pt.4b -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>I fluttered my eyes open, then I looked around and I saw white walls, a white bed, a white bedsheet.. where am I, and how long have I been here?&lt;br /&gt;"ya3ny elyoum tegdaar te6la3? ..ee okay, ma ga9art dr." I heard a manly voice behind the door. It was almost as though the manly voice was Rakan's. But no, what the hell am I thinking? Am I that obssessed with him ya3ny? I can spend an hour without thinking of him a9lan! Ok Layan, who are you kidding? The door opened, and Rakan comes in with a tired look on his face. Then when he saw me, he grinned widely.&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "Halla ou '3allaa!"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "hehe halla feek.."&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "so how are you feeling?"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "I'm great el7emdellaa.. bs, why am I in a hospital?"&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "entaay 6e7tay 3ala a rock then wadouch elmoustashfa, ou you were in a coma 7ag 1 day and a half taqreeban"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "ayshaaay 9a7?!"&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "haha ee wallah;p.. ma tathkereen shay?"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Umm.. laa ma2athker"&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "bs tethakeraainy 9a7?" he said while he smiled deviliously.&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "haha ee shloun agdar ansaa;$" Faj2aa wla I hear the door creaking open, and Phaayou comming in the room. When she saw me she came running 7agy with tears filled in her eyes, and she hugged me tightly. I teared up a bit, but I brushed them away so Rakan won't see.&lt;br /&gt;Phaye: "LAAAAYOUNNOU!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "haha;p I love you tadreen?"&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "yes, adry ena you do"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "chub 3aad yallah;p wayed 3a6aitech wayh;p" I sensed Rakan's discomfort, he saw me glancing at him.&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "yallah dinner.. shtaboun akell? an bayeeba"&lt;br /&gt;Phaayou: "hmm.. aby McDonalds double cheeseburger ma3a large fries ou coke, aaaaaand chili sauce, please(A)"&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "ou Layaan?"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "hmm.. la 3ady mabyy shay"&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "laa2 may9eer eldr. gaal ena lazzem taklyyn la2anna you lost a lot of weight"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "umm.. ok 3ayal aby happy meal chicken nuggets"&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "bssssssss?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "ee bss, 3ayal 3abalek ana Phayou elbal3aa;p"&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "haaaiy tara I'm here!!"&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "okaaay;p .. yallah 15 minutes ou ana raad. agoul phaaye, sheftaay na9ourr?"&lt;br /&gt;Phayou: "ee galyy ena byrou7 elhotel shwaay ou yerja3"&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "aaah okaay."&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Phayou: "umbaay, tara Rakan likes you wayedd, I can tell"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ou shloun 'you can tell'?"&lt;br /&gt;Phaye: "la2anna he never left your side, wentaay bel hospital"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "7elfaaaay?!" as she blushed.&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "wallah! ou tara 7ada khoush wa7edd, ou mou7taraam"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ya7laaila my hubby!;p"&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "haha, medaach ou samaity your hubby;p!"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "ee shfeech etghareen?" Layan and Rakan developed ma3a ba3ath wayedd during the three days 3ugoub ma 6la3at men elmoustashfaa, ou 9aar fe meyaana.&lt;br /&gt;Phayou: "yallaah did you pack your bag?"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "all done!"&lt;br /&gt;Phaayou: "ee okay, yallah go say goodbye 7ag Rakaan. Ou give him a chance. Law gaalech yabyy your phone number, give him."&lt;br /&gt;Layan "e9eer khair" Layaan was completely refusing saalfat girlfriend/boyfriend. La2anna she never lied to her mother, ou abused her mother's trust. I went to Ne3ma Bay, while knowing ena Rakan will be there in Starbucks. I saw him and I waved at him, and headed directly to his table.&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Rakaan, tara ana elyoum after 1 hour barou7 elairport, baredd elKuwait."&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "9ejjj? laish ma geltyly men gabel?"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "it slipped out of my mind."&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "umm okay, bs tara haman aby ashoufech bel Kuwait."&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "shenou qasdek?"&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "ya3nyy 3ady akheth your phone number?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "give me a good reason laish taby my phone number...."&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "la2anna I think I like you, a lot."&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "not a good enough reason.."&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "la2anna laman I saw you, ou soulaaft ma3ach, ou ga3adt ma3ach.. 7asaait eb shay wla 3oumry 7asaaita. Abyy a3eed hal tajruba, ou bel akhaa9, ma3ach."&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "enta tadry ena mou nou3y hal swaalef 9aa7?"&lt;br /&gt;Rakan nodded..&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "what's your number?"&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan grinned widely ou his adorable qamaazaat bayenaaw: "9*******, miss call me al7een"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "hehe okaay;p"&lt;br /&gt;I missed call him..&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "so this is it....."&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "la2, this is only the beginning" he said while hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "hehe;$" I let go of him.. walked away, and I turned back wlaa he's still looking at me. I waved to him, and smiled. Could I possibly like him, a lot too? Well, there's only one way to find out!;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-7261343344042549115?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/7261343344042549115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt4b-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7261343344042549115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/7261343344042549115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt4b-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='pt.4b -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-3326101905565121040</id><published>2009-05-04T19:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:56:11.057+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pt.4a -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Since I'm in a really good mood elyoum, and I'm so generous;p.. I posted two parts! Don't you just love me?.. hahah;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAKAN'S PERSPECTIVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't help but think of Layaan all night long, the way she blushes, the way she talks, the way she teases, and the way she smiles. It was just adorable, I wanted to pinch her cheeks that became rosy whenever she felt shy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naa9er (Rakan's friend): "Rakoon, shfeek mu 3ala ba3thek elyoum?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rakan: "Haa? laa ma feeny shay.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naa9er: "Enzain.. shrayekk nanzell ta7at McDonalds ou nakhethlenna akel take-away ou nakel hny bel ghourfa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rakan: "khoush.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went down the elevator, and out the Hotel to McDonalds. We ordered food, then we came back to our hotel room, wlaa we see Phaaye and Layan tawa 6al3een men their room, ou they look like they're going out to some place, not swimming though. As soom as I saw them, I couldn't help but smile 7aag Layan. She looked gorgeous as usual, wearing white shorts with a flowy pink polo shirt. Mashallah, she was literally breath-taking.. ajmaal ma khalaq rabyy bel koun. She saw me, and smiled back flashing her pearly-white teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYAN'S PERSPECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Layan: "yallaah Phayou goumaay khal netsabaa7 bel ba7ar, wallah shaklaa mou bs e3aqqed!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phaaye: "five more minutes please" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Layaan: "owwh.. kaifech! ana banzel ta7aat ou batrayaag ou ba6ebb bel ba7ar ou I'm gonna tan, ou bakhethly a7la tan bel3alaam.. oou entay khaleech hny nayma!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phaaye: "ifff, iff enzain kaany al7een bagoom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While Phayou was in the bathroom, I slipped on my bikini top.. and lebaast a green tank top over it, and wore my swimming shorts. And lebaast a cover-up dress that hung over the knees eb 3 inches. And I tied my hair into a messy Koubba, and I wore my huge Gucci sunglasses. Phaayou 6la3att men el7amam all dressed up, and she looked equally beautiful. We went down to the lobby, and ate our breakfast. I was wondering where Rakaan was because I still didn't see him after our bump-up while he was coming and carrying McDonalds bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We tanned, and went for a swim, then we dried up a bit in the sun, hopelessly tanning all over again. After I finished half of my pepsi can, I threw all of the liquid inside it at Phayou. She shrieked very loudly which caused several people ya36oona nathrat for "disturbing their peace"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phaayou: "wallah araweech ya Layoun!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Layaan got up and ran as fast as she could to the hut where they were selling smoothies, but unfortunately she tripped and landed on a rock. She couldn't get up, and she felt very dizzy.. all of a sudden, everything went blurry. But, she could see Rakan's figure rushing over to her, then she heard him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rakaan: "Layaan! tesme3yny?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then everything was black and she couldn't see or hear a thing except that she felt someone snatch her and carries her tightly and she ducked her face into his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-3326101905565121040?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/3326101905565121040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt4a-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3326101905565121040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/3326101905565121040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt4a-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='pt.4a -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-151802823958144880</id><published>2009-05-04T18:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:15:46.055+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.3 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>We Arrived in SharmElSheikh around 4;45pm. Phaaye and I stayed at Four Season's hotel that was exactly in front of the beach, the view was amazing, to say the least. Mama and khaltyy stayed at Marriot's because they didn't want to stay at a hotel that was this near to the ba7ar.&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "Allaaaah!! elmanthar mou bs eshawegg!"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Whiich manthar are you talkin about? the hot guys, wlaa elbeach;p?"&lt;br /&gt;Phaye: "both.."&lt;br /&gt;We both grew silent while watching the ba7ar and the waves shifting up and down. There were dogs that were dangerously near Layaan.&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "YOUMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAA!! what the hell? men wain e6la3aw hal dogs.. wayy youmma ekhar3oon;s!" The dogs were German Shephards and they were huge, mashallah.&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "kaaaak:: haha layoun shda3wa chethy ekhtera3taay.. ma 9aar shay"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "ee sure ma 9aar shay" she says, as she rolls her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went back to the hotel to finish unpacking.. while they were going up the elevator to the 13th floor, the elevator cried out this loud "TING!" which gestured that they were stopping at the 11th floor for someone to get into the elevator. The elevator slided open, and guess who came in? Yep. It was the one and only Rakan. Phaaye looked at Layan, hoping to see her cousin not doing anything embaressing. But, well.. she knew her cousin too well too hope for that. Layan's face grew paler and paler by the second and her eyes were getting wider and wider by the second.&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "Layoon, ay room number e7na..?" She said while she was saying Layan's name louder than she expected, so Rakan can hear her.&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Whaa.. ha?"&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "e7naa ay room number? ou eb ay floor?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "haa? ee .. e7na eb room number 1304 ou in the 13th floor."&lt;br /&gt;Layaan heard Rakan chuckling beside her. Then he looked at Layaan staring at her up and down. Layaan couldn't help but blush at the embaressing position she was just in. Phaaye looked at Rakan and gave him a disapproving look. Due to the fact that he was laughing at Layan. Layaan's hand lightly brushed his hand accidently, she felt him stiffen. But then he was calm again. "TING!" cried the elevator once again. Which gestured that they arrived to floor 13. Phaay came out first out of the elevator. And then Layan was sending a msg to her friend, Dalal. Then she bumps into him accidently.&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Wee omg, sorry" as she blushed.&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "Laa ma 9aar shay." as he grinned.&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "btanzeleen el6abeqq 13, etha ana mou ghal6an?"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Umm.. ee"&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "okaay 3ayal, ladies first" he said as he was gesturing for her to get out of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "hehe;$ thaanks."&lt;br /&gt;Rakan smiled widely, as he got off the elevator and walked after Layan. Layan didn't have the keys, and she forgot what the room number was..&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "your room number is 1304 btw;)"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "oh.. hehe" Layan kept walking down the corrider, and she was still sensing someone walking behind her. Eltaftaat wlaa she sees Rakan, and she smiled delightfuly to him. Layan knocked on the room's door. Layan: "Yallaah phayou open the door!!"&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "Not after you say that you looooooooooove me"&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan wanted to swipe his card to get inside his suite, but he couldn't help over-hearing Layaan and Phaay's conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "I hate you phaaaaaaye!"&lt;br /&gt;Phayou: "Oh well then, I'm not gonna open the door" Layan heard Rakaan chuckling at their childish conversation. Rakan glimpsed at Layan staring at him, and he felt the akwardness. So, he decided to break the ice.&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "Just say you love her;p"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "haha ma abyyy;p"&lt;br /&gt;Rakaan: "3ayal shakel'ha mara7 tefta7lech elbaab.. ou ana abyy anam, bs I can't go inside the room and sleep while leaving a beautiful girl alone in the corridors, espicially at this time, where drunks are all over the place."&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "haha okk;p"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Phayouu I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE you, now can you please open the door?"&lt;br /&gt;Phayou swung the door open..&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye: "I know you love me hehe(A)"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "I don't actually;p" ..Phaay walked inside the room but left the door slightly opened.&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Thaanks Rakan, for the thousandth time, hehe ta3abtek"&lt;br /&gt;Rakan: "ta3abech raa7a ya Layaan, ou btw.. I remember you, Avenues, parking space, and Nino.. rings any bells?" he said as he winked and got into his room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-151802823958144880?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/151802823958144880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt3-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/151802823958144880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/151802823958144880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt3-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.3 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-8551023232278469710</id><published>2009-05-03T20:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:49:12.257+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.2 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to YouCompleteMe, -R;*, and lastly..Ms.B;*  ..ou thanks for the math tutoring haha;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 WEEKS LATER WITH NO SIGN OF RAKAN-&lt;br /&gt;Layaan was fetching her mobile from the desk, where she was charging it.&lt;br /&gt;Dailing Jouri..&lt;br /&gt;Jouri: "Aloo?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Ahlaaan!!"&lt;br /&gt;Jouri: "Shtaaben?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Waay3a laish em3aa9ba, wai3 your grumpy moods men el9ub7;/"&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "Eeeh, shtabeen ya3ny emgawmatnyy men elnoum.. ou I was dreaming eb 7elmm eyannenn!!"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "shenou el7elmm;p?"&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "Legaafa elzayda shloun 9ayra! ou mara7 agoulech la2anna yemken it doesn't come true etha geltt 7ag someone"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "whatevs, anywaays.. ana kent daaaga bashkeelech 7alyy!!;("&lt;br /&gt;Jouri: "Mhmm.."&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Tekhayelaay 9arlyy two weeks mou shayfaa Rakooni;$!"&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "Ahaaa"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Mashallah 3alaich.. 7addech a good listener!!"&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "Whaat? can't a girl put some nailpolish on without being critisized?!"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Anyways, back to my story, 9arlyy two weeks mou shayfetta ou ana ou Phaayou and Mama ou Khalti bensaafer Sharm elSheikh after tomorrow!!! Ya3nyy metta by7a9elyy ashoufa!"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan's mother, Layan's aunt (ekhet oum'haa), Phaaye, and Layan will travel 7ag Sharm elSheikh after tomorrow la2anna kan fe Spring Break.. ou they really needed some serious tanning! Jouri can't make it la2anna 3enda'haa 3erss her cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "Fate will bring you together enshallah"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Ana met2aakda enech wayedd etshoufyyn Barney!"&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "chub! yezaaay?(A)"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Okaay.. sem3ay, sh3endech elyoum?"&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "I'm fathyaa I guess.."&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "Okaay shrayech enrou7 Coffee Republic ely bel Free Zone, then netmasha eb mamshaa elTha7ya shwaay.. ba3dain you sleepover at my place?"&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "Sounds good.. bs wait lazzem as2aal mama.."&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Okaay.. ou call me back kk? yallah chawzz!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layaan hoped to see Rakan in Coffee Republic, Free Zone. But when she came to overthink it, maybe he won't even recognize her. She's probably jaikaara compared to him, and he might've forgot her. Layan was thinking a lot lately about whether she's in his memory or have faded longly before.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Laayonaa 7abeebtii mama, ta3alaay el9alla degeega, ba7acheech"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan rushes down the stairs of their 3 story high house, and falls on the ground.. BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Wee 3assaa ma shar? sh9aar"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Laa 6e7tt ma feeny shay.. ma ta3awart"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Sheftaay el6yaara ou matsawy;)"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "MAMAAAAAA;/!"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Layoonaa 3endech any plans 7ag elyoum?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Eeeh mama, ana ou Jouri benrou7 elFree Zone nakhethlna coffee, ba3dain bnetmasha bel mamshaa, then ehya betnaam eb baitna"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "ee 7ayaa'ha allaah, 3ayal you can't cancel your plans elyoum?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Laa mama sorry I can't;s"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "khalaa9 3ayal, bacher el9ub7 ana, weyaach, ou Jourii enrou7 elRaya Complex, netrayaag eb Chocolate and Macaroon hnaak. Haa, shrayech?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "ee okay sure! Bs mama...."&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "mhmmm?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "ba3dain abyy arou7 avenues abyy ashterey clothes..;$"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Eeeh kaifech, ana batrayaag ma3akoum ba3dain barou7 3end elsheghl.. entaaw kaifkoum sawaw elyy tabouna, bs haaa! Lazzem jan6ettech malat elseferr etkoon ready gabel elsa3a 9;30 belail"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "Enshallah mama, I love youu;*" She kisses her mother's forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Layan and Jouri's trip to Coffee Republic, they went to the mamsha in Tha7yaa.. while they were walking.. Layan noticed a guy infront of her that was jogging, he had his back to them. Broad shoulders, navy Abercrombie t-shirt, with grey sweat pants.&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "JuJu!! mou chenna hatha Rakan?!"&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "Eeeh wallah! khanamshyy asra3 3ashan en6ell 3ala wayhaa ou enshouf etha hatha ehwa 9ejj"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "okaay yallah.. bs try to not look stupid!;p"&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "I never look stupid..."&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "wathe7;p"&lt;br /&gt;They jogged faster and they were next to the "not-so-sure-if-it's-Rakan-but-looks-like-him" then Jourii 6aalat eb wayyh elrayaal chen'haa wla mara shayfa a guy that's jogging..&lt;br /&gt;Jourii: "SHITTT LAYOON!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "haaaaaaaa?:"&lt;br /&gt;While Layaan was saying "ha" she tripped and fell on the ground, typical Layaan.. haha;p. The guy stops, and helps Layaan get up. He wasn't Rakaan, although he was equally hot. (Allah e7afethlenna 9bayan elKuwait elHot;p)&lt;br /&gt;Layan: "OUCH!!"&lt;br /&gt;Hot guy: "3assa ma shaar ekhty? ta3awartaay?"&lt;br /&gt;Layaan: "hehe;$ laa 3adyy;$"&lt;br /&gt;Hot guy: "khalaa9 3ayal ana akhaleech, ou stop working out.. your body is just perfect;)" He said as he stared at her from head to toe, twice. And then walked away as he waved bye to Layan.&lt;br /&gt;Layaan sighed deeply, what's wrong with her? She likes Rakan more. Or does she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-8551023232278469710?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/8551023232278469710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt2-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/8551023232278469710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/8551023232278469710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt2-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.2 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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-3835431617552777972.post-4877894493405324798</id><published>2009-05-02T22:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:42:35.288+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pt.1 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*</title><content type='html'>"OhMyGodd!! Men metta elKuwait chethyy 9araat za7ma?!" Jouri, my friend said. We were looking for a parking in the parking lot of Avenues 9oub IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;"Haha 6awlaaay ballech;p! 7adech negative hehe!" Layan, which is obviously me, giggled. Kenna ga3d endawerr 7ag a parking 9arlenna 15 minutes! My cousin, Phaye, was driving the car. She is the only one that got her liscense. Ana ou Jouri kenna friends men we7naa zghar, ou ever since, we hit it off. Kenna naby netghadaa eb Nino, bs men hal za7maa shakelnaa lazzem nan6er one hour bel waiting list.&lt;br /&gt;"Waaaay 7adyy you3anna! Shaklyy ba36y elsayegg ely jedamnaa money 3ashan e6alle3 elsayaara ou ana asfe6 bedaala." Phayou growled.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya3nyy byesmaa3 kalaamech mathalan;p?" ana te6anazet.&lt;br /&gt;"Ne6raay, ou shoufaay;)" Phaye said mischeviously. I glimpsed at Jouri and realized that she's in her other world, which is, LaLaLand ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;We were riding Phayou's new BMW Jeep. I had 2 brothers. The eldest is, Wahabi which is 23 and in jaam3a. And, the other one, 7amanii, was 15. I'm 17 years old, very petite. I was raised by a single mother who is very caring and gentle. My mom was like my bestfriend, I tell her everything. I was wearing a high-waisted navy blue over the knee, skirt. With an off-white qamee9 with puffed sleaves. Mascara, eyeliner, blusher, and red lipstick. I wasn't the type of girl elyy "itla6ekh wayehaa." I only applied the basics. I had hazel hair with dark and light blonde highlights. My hair was naturally wavy from top to bottom. And I had small features, but I had pouted lips. I wasn't "jameela" nor was I "3adeya" I was, mamlou7a.&lt;br /&gt;Phaaye on the other hand, was very beautiful mashallah. Dark hair, naturally straight, with gethla. But, she was really skinny. I remember when she was 11 years old, when we would go to SouqSharq guys would always follow her. She's my bestest cousin, we're like.. really close. She was wearing dark skinnies with a really cute top, adding to her top was a black cardigan. She looked, elegant yet, simple. She was an only child, ehyaa et9eerly men 9oub ubouy.. ya3ny ehya bent 3amy. She was practically my sister, even though I'm not close to my father's side of the family, I was really close to Phaaye.&lt;br /&gt;Jouri had naturally dark blonde hair. Her mother is from Germany, which explains her peircing blue eyes and blonde hair. Jouri was.. cute. The reason that she's cute is due to the fact that she's really baby-faced. Jouri was wearing a baby blue flow dress with a brown waist-belt. Along with her brown gladiators, and naturally tanned face, she looked amazing today. Jouri had 1 younger sister, which is 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;We went over to where the sayeg was standing and we told him that we wanted to take his parking space, exchange to money. A very cheap 7araka.. yes I know, we tend to do 7araakat very cheap every once in a while;p&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry madaam, but the car in front of you already offered me the same offer." He pointed at the navy blue Range Rover in front of us. The guy that was driving looked back at us and smirked a develish smirk.&lt;br /&gt;"HOOOTTTIIIEEE!!!!" I yelled. I looked at Jouri and she was drooling. Haha, typical Jouri.&lt;br /&gt;"No one can compete with ma man!" Phaayou said, in a gangsta-like way. Phaay was the only one that had a boyfriend. Jouri had one before but she broke up with him because he was an ass. I just kept looking at the Range Rover guy from his rearview mirror. He was wearing Ray-Ban aviators that were tinted with silver. A white Polo qamee9 with baaij short/barmouda. Wlaa faj2aa he gets out of his car and comes over to Phaye's window.&lt;br /&gt;"Etha taboun elparking space, 7alal 3alaikoum, entaaw ladies, lazzem mou3amalaa kha9a;)" He says as he winks.&lt;br /&gt;"Ma tga9err ekhooy" Phaaye said politely. He looked at me and smiled. Then, he looked back at Phaay and nodded. And then he went back to his car. We parked, and got out of the car, and headed to Nino, I ordered the Garden Salad, and MiniBurgers to share. We chit-chatted all the way throughout our meal.&lt;br /&gt;"The sex-machine is comming our way!!" Jouri said. Eltefaat to see who the "sex-machine" is, wlaa 6elaa3 the RangeRover hottie! Ma3a two of his rabe3, they all looked mou7tarameen.. mou elashkaal elhailegyaa ely madry shloun 9ayra;p&lt;br /&gt;As the RangeRover hottie passed by our table I heard one of his friends call him,  Rakan. As soon as his friend called Rakan, Rakan looked back to glance at his friend, he saw me staring at him, so mesmerized by his looks. He smiled at me, then continued his way to his table.&lt;br /&gt;"3alaainaa.. Layoon!!(6)" Phayou said. As soon as she said that ana reja3t 7ag the real world.&lt;br /&gt;"Wayy3a! Chub, chub! I can't help it, he's soooooo hot" I said as I blushed.&lt;br /&gt;"Haaaiiy! Ana 7ejaazta gablech!" Jourii (JuJu) squealed.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry babes, I spotted him first, and FYI, he smiled 7agyy twice" I said in a know-it-all tone.&lt;br /&gt;"Life is unfair! Hmph." Jouri huffed. We kept chit-chatting and all, then it was time for us to head back home because we had school bacher. After Msn, Facebook, and watching 90210, I decided to head to sleep. As soon as I tucked myself into bed, I whispered "Rakan" I sighed happily and drifted off to sleep with a smile drawn on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-4877894493405324798?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/4877894493405324798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt1-thewayyoumakemesmile.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4877894493405324798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/4877894493405324798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pt1-thewayyoumakemesmile.html' title='Pt.1 -TheWayYouMakeMeSmile;*'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835431617552777972.post-949673978420257766</id><published>2009-05-02T21:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:23:34.834+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.</title><content type='html'>Hey all;* .. Well, I used to be this anonymous called "NN." but now I decided to join the blogosphere, because well, I don't want to sound pathetic and all. But, my life is B O R I N G and I need something to keep me occupied. So to sum things up, I'm going to start this story called "The Way You Make Me Smile;*" It's not a true story, although it will be very realistic, at least, I hope it will;p .. so I'll try to post new parts as soon as I can.. so I think I'll post like, 4 days a week. And enshallah you'll like my story because I've been thinking about it for a while, and keep me encouraged by your feedbacks, kk? Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835431617552777972-949673978420257766?l=calculatinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/949673978420257766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-all.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/949673978420257766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835431617552777972/posts/default/949673978420257766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calculatinglove.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-all.html' title='Introducing.'/><author><name>Dreamer;*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899434015083362966</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>
