<?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-6346496572678676454</id><updated>2011-09-22T15:49:37.999-07:00</updated><category term='Final ~'/><category term='L.O.V.E'/><category term='Intro.'/><category term='The Journey'/><title type='text'>Je t*aime...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-1384169262975079867</id><published>2009-12-18T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:03:36.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst NiteMare ... 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sywz-FgnkRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WTtDMmu_DiE/s1600-h/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416761593543758098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sywz-FgnkRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WTtDMmu_DiE/s320/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back frm Egypt ,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his parents &amp;amp; Sara's mom were at the airport ,... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara at this point is going to move in with Bader &amp;amp; his parents ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bss She realized an awkward tone twards her ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost an unwelcoming one .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bss seeing her dream of spending her life with Bader come true was totally blinding her ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their life went normally ,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shalets, more jet skiing ... SHOOPING .... w Resturants .... ( usual Kuwait life-style)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untill problems kept cumin up ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the fact that she was Sinyaa w his mom &amp;amp; sisters werent gave her lots of trouble ..)&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was recieving weirds n'3zaat ... about the difeerences ... which made her totally uncomfortable ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w he wasnt willing to ease her stress &amp;amp; Feelings of not being able to fit in ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(important to mention .. his extended family was totally in LOVE with Sara ... she was such a cutie ... totally quite ... not a trouble maker which was nt typical in the family ... Sara was simply a Lovable girl u juss cant not like her ).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was always made fun off at home ... for her cuteness only to make her feel awkward ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara was overwhelmed with the attention (negative one ofcourse) so she simpply withdrew frm everyone and got really depressed .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at that time Sara's family left to Tornoto for the summer so she was lonlely ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; when it rains it pours ... n when problems come the cum in packs ... Sara's expectaions fell apart/ distructed like the world trade centre ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s .. I know short post .. bss its only the beginning ... i juss started my Xmas holiday .. i promise more soon .. mwahx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-1384169262975079867?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/1384169262975079867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-worst-nitemare-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/1384169262975079867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/1384169262975079867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-worst-nitemare-9.html' title='My Worst NiteMare ... 9.'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sywz-FgnkRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WTtDMmu_DiE/s72-c/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-1932154442818465727</id><published>2009-11-29T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:29:43.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst NiteMare .. 8</title><content type='html'>Sara Opened her luggage almost instentally ,,&lt;br /&gt;she had to show her little brothers what she got them ..&lt;br /&gt;not to mention all the chocolate eggs "kinder" the BIG ones ... n stuff ...&lt;br /&gt;Bader saw how she can so simply put a smile on everyone around her .. with her total inoccence,&lt;br /&gt;He then asked her to go see his parents they were waiting for her at home ..&lt;br /&gt;she went with him ... She had skinny jeans .. "when they first came out" &amp;amp; a white american eagle summer jacket ...&lt;br /&gt;she brought them few things as gifts .. they seemed to like it .. atleast she hoped ..&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;days later she would go with Bader to book their honeymoon destination ,,,&lt;br /&gt;she would spend so much time with him ..&lt;br /&gt;the second everyone home ... he would stop by and pick her up ...&lt;br /&gt;they would spend their day togther ,,, until its minutes before is back home ..&lt;br /&gt;he was totally impressed ,,&lt;br /&gt;and when it was time for them to go on their honeymoon, she packed everythin she might even need .. Short Skirts, Caprises, T-shirts, Hats, etc ..&lt;br /&gt;she wouldnt even get shorts "she had no confidence"&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived ... their days went as follows ...&lt;br /&gt;Morning ~ Breakfast ... Out ... jet skiing, or riding Banchees , Shopping, Scuba-diving till Lunch then back home to change and back out for an awsome nite life ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-1932154442818465727?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/1932154442818465727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-worst-nitemare-8.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/1932154442818465727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/1932154442818465727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-worst-nitemare-8.html' title='My Worst NiteMare .. 8'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-4312310754737681298</id><published>2009-11-15T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:21:36.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst NiteMare 7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SwDEUVTKTOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m3z7QDb8Apc/s1600/3627625202_edc1a82d77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404535406438534370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SwDEUVTKTOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m3z7QDb8Apc/s320/3627625202_edc1a82d77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again sorry for takin long ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; keep'n u guys hanging ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post dedicated to my New follower .. &amp;amp; the rest of u guys .. Mwahx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara grabs the plane .. counting seconds to be in Kuwait .. back home .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she met some cute guy on the plane .. he happened to sit beside her .. and their convo. went flow'y .. he was impressed by her fashion knowledge .. and her attention to details wer ever they are .. he was goin on a business trip to Germany ( wer Sara is garbing her connection flight ) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was young and successful two things she totally admired in men ...&lt;br /&gt;even though they wer goin on greatly she refused to take his number or e-mail adress .. and didnt give him her ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Germany she grabs her connections flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Sara Arrives in Kuwait airport ... Only God knows how excited she was .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She comes out of the plane &amp;amp; out to find her mom, sister &amp;amp; dad waiting ...&lt;br /&gt;she was too excited .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they went home .. and gOd .. Home sweet Home .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she slept for 24 hrs .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wen she was feeling good .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the her parents told the rest of the family that Sara arrived in Kuwait safely .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she had few dinners done for her ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and already she was preparing for her engagment party .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she grabbed a dress ... that was made in Italy ,,, it was juss perfect ,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it had a mermaid feel to it .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was see through on the top ... and tight until it reaches the booty then goes puffy-ish .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the colour was an off-white with gold .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a Saturday morning she got dressed up &amp;amp; off they went to the court to get engaged ( dun ask me why ,,, she quitely followed ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there Bader's mom was waiting so as bader wearing a deshdasha &amp;amp; qetraa ( Hot Hot Hot ) ,,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader was in a Fucking bad mood ... 7ad Oma em3aseb .. bss appearntly 3ashan il people ow chee .. wel ejra2aaat ... bss he was Okai afterward .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything was done and officially Sara &amp;amp; Bader became Husband &amp;amp; wife ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he picked her up that nite ... &amp;amp; they went for dinner .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she would also call him at nite time .. &amp;amp; tak n stuff .. w ye6l3oun sometimes .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once .. he picks her up .. &amp;amp; he takes her to this salon his sisters liked .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted her to get her make up done and go have lunch ma3a his family .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so all u see is this innocent little gurl (Sara) walking in a Salon .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara was shoecked at what kind of make up was used .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she looks at her face and its snow white .. Eeeew .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she asks if there is a darker shade .. bss obiviously not .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she hands the gurl her own MAC cosmitics foundation ... ( in a nude) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;il mohem .. Sara walks out of the Salon trying to hold back her tears ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she looked UGLY .. i mean eeew so much make up she couldnt breathe and the fake lashes wer hanging there .. Uhh .. eeew .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she walks in his house and staright to the mqsalaa trying to wash that crap off .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his mom &amp;amp; sisters wer too nice ,., "wulla intay min ;3air make up wayed a7laa " his sister said while helping her take the make up off .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bss Saraa 7adhaa en7arjet .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In her engagement party ,,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she looked fabelous .. &amp;amp; so were her sisters &amp;amp; mom .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She walked in the Salaa 3ala Rashed il majed .. " shekhat il zeanaaat "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has the simplest make up ever .. they thought she did it at home .. :( .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however .. Bader admired it ... claiming .. they should see how hot u look n ur all natural .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;his Aunts testmonies included .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" We were woundering if u were Brazlian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wanted to know what kind of eduaction system makes a gurl this confident"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Min '3air make up ow chithy shlun law t76een make up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. etc :$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeks after all of dinners and outies ..&lt;br /&gt;Sara was on her way back to Canada ,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was so depressed ... bss a gurl's gotta do wut a gurl's gotta do .. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriving in Canada .. Sara would always be on the phone with Bader ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; their problems had no end .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bss she loved him .. " I guess .. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in April .. Sara was preparing her bags again .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to kuwait .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when she arrives in kuwait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She comes out of the plane ... &amp;amp; doesnt find anyone ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was crushed ,, destroyed ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she find some indian worker dude ,, and asks him wer she can find a pay phone ( which makes me think .. someone has been away for too long ) ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean you have a higher chance of finding a cure for cancer than a payphone is kwt ,,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dude ( yezah allah khair ) gives her his cell to call .. she calls Bader and with all strength to not cry she told him she was at the door ... she hanged up ( 7araam raseeed il rayal ) ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she offered the guy money bss he wouldnt take it ( aww 3maar ya kuwait ) ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader and Sara's Mom came running .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she huggs her Mommy .. and Bader sharply asked : ma ra7 etslmeen 3alai ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara didnt greet him for a reason .. she was too shy to do so infront of her mom .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was forced now to greet him .. slemt 3alaih (embawess ge6a3 ) .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w they were on their way home ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Drama to Come .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-4312310754737681298?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/4312310754737681298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-worst-nitemare-7.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/4312310754737681298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/4312310754737681298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-worst-nitemare-7.html' title='My Worst NiteMare 7.'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SwDEUVTKTOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m3z7QDb8Apc/s72-c/3627625202_edc1a82d77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-4472178079782249590</id><published>2009-10-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:48:20.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst NiteMare 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/St0v-HKvIEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ojK5FzyuTgE/s1600-h/coco_avant_chanel_picnew5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394520672782196802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/St0v-HKvIEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ojK5FzyuTgE/s320/coco_avant_chanel_picnew5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short Post i know .. bss more to come .. promise !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Bader leaves .. to kuwait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w problems started between them too ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they kept fighting ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ow he aways apologized &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader:babe ana 3ashanich far away miny atwater .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara:Bader ana 7adii tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader: Babe wulla bss et9eereen ma3ai a3thich ya galbii ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;w thats how their conversations went .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w the fighting kept going ... ow it kept getting worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he kept treating her really bad ,,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sab .. w '3ale6 ... w apologizing ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... btw ... months before .. Sara's cuzin lost his life in a battle with some kind of cancer ..&amp;amp; her mom's aunts husband died of a heart attack ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Bader wanted Sara to have a Melcha party .. which she wasnt intrested in cuz of her cuzin's death .. bss Bader &amp;amp; his mother kept convencing her to make the party when she comes in Xmas ,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Sara convinced her mom to make a party ... &amp;amp; Sara's mom couldnt say no .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing that so many family members wount be attending ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;So the mom took care of the party ..&lt;br /&gt;w ... Bader was being the Boss-y person he is ...&lt;br /&gt;Sara had hope that Bader would CHange ,,, and thats via being with him ...&lt;br /&gt;She booked her ticket to Kuwait ...&lt;br /&gt;She's going to finish her exams on Dec, 14, at 2 ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; her plane leaves at 6 ..&lt;br /&gt;bss Fuck she was excited ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-4472178079782249590?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/4472178079782249590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-worst-nitemare-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/4472178079782249590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/4472178079782249590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-worst-nitemare-6.html' title='My Worst NiteMare 6.'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/St0v-HKvIEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ojK5FzyuTgE/s72-c/coco_avant_chanel_picnew5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-5310085309509565879</id><published>2009-09-17T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:38:38.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst NiteMare .5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sr7r1WMDfrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m4BFh-3JtWg/s1600-h/2625728407_ea4a02db7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386001506103426738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sr7r1WMDfrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m4BFh-3JtWg/s320/2625728407_ea4a02db7d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back On Track .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader &amp;amp; Sara became really close .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she still wouldnt make him her anything bss he was making her his everything ,,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted her to let go of her tom boy ways .. &amp;amp; emphasize her feminine side ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was growing mature &amp;amp; change was necessary ... She kept dressing in darks bss she looked really hot I assure you .&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ow he was Flipping everytime he saw her .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he did his best to be in her life ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wen he knew she was in the mall .. he got dressed up , perfumed up &amp;amp; (pumped into her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; ya3nii ina 9edfaa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara actually bought it .. she thought it was juss a coincedent ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that he was getting opsessed with her .,.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted her infront of his eyes at all times .. &amp;amp; she was dumb enough to let him do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she got drawn away from her friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they started to get jelouse of her .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; one day one of sara's friends kan esmhaa Nouf &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w Nouf kanet min il noum illy very jelouse .. tabee kil shai lahaa .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one Summer day .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nouf foun out that Sara's family juss arrived &amp;amp; while Sara was at Summer School &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nouf calls Sara's house and asks to speak to Sara's Mom .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bss Sara's mom wasnt home .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however that same day in the late afternoon .. Sara was takin a nap &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all she hears is her mom calling her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She ran dwn stairs and she sees her mom pointing at the phone ... (meaning turn on the speakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara does that quickly .. and she hears Nouf telling the mom .. that Sara is dating a guy .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; she's telling her that cuz 7aram ow il kel is talking about Sara now .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom : ow entai shdrach ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nouf: doum enshoufhm ma3a ba3th //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: zain .. mashkoura .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nouf: bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; Mom(talking to Sara) .. Sheftay .. hathail illy u turst .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she went on watching t.v ... leaving Sara to feeling of Anger and Hate .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she quickly ran and told Bader .. who on the other hand was gonna go kill Nouf and her whole family .. bss Sara told him to leave it to jelously to kill Nouf .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing that Sara's mom did nothing .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nouf calls again .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: N3m shtabeen ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nouf: bentich feeha ow feeha ... etc. ow bacher ayeeblich her picture .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara grabs the fone : ya illy halich ma rabouch .. wulla la abhdilich yal zbalaa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nouf hangs up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; Sara calls the police and they go to Nouf's house and warn them .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the nxt morning Sara goes to court and makes Nouf signs t3ahod enha ma tet3reth el Sara Ever ... &gt; Laugh out Loud eah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A year Later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara ow Bader are still together ,,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bs this time Bader had different plans for Sara .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted her to become his Wifey ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Om il 3yaal ... &gt; 3ala gooltah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh he acted that way ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'3eertaa .. made her get drawn away from her surroundings &amp;amp; spend most of her time at home or at School .. she significantly reduced her outties ... n stuff .. !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she wouldnt talk to Bader alot bss still he was always thinking of her ,,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; He garduates .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tells Sara he's not going anywhere before they're official .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he takes advantage of her parents visiting &amp;amp; goes to talk to Sara Dad .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they talked .. and Sara's Dad liked Bader .. (except for little things )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;few weeks later Bader asked Sara's dad if he can take Sara for dinner .. ow wen the Dad saw how much Sara wanted that .. he agreed .. he tursts his daughter 85478465% .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after dinner in two Days Bader leaves to Kuwait .. &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/6346496572678676454-5310085309509565879?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/5310085309509565879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-5.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/5310085309509565879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/5310085309509565879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-5.html' title='My Worst NiteMare .5'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sr7r1WMDfrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m4BFh-3JtWg/s72-c/2625728407_ea4a02db7d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-3676648704471467146</id><published>2009-09-13T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:14:04.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst NiteMare .4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sq0LQqJhaeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/X5WW6GVblOM/s1600-h/lily-allen-for-chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380969510597650914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sq0LQqJhaeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/X5WW6GVblOM/s320/lily-allen-for-chanel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara went Home &amp;amp; totally ignored the phone calls she has been gett'n from Bader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave her like a mad 30 miss calls ... &amp;amp; somthing like 10 txts .. all say'n Please pick up .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She totally turned the page on him .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to her he was over .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she was to ever go on like that something bad would defintly happen ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean she couldnt even imagine that some day she would have no full control of her life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even have some one follow her around ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara went back to her life like normal &amp;amp; It was the weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Morning she woke up .. her aunt &amp;amp; brother were having breakfast ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it felt so fresh .. the door of the backyard was opened &amp;amp; the dining room was right there infront of the backyard ,,, she walked in the kitchen &amp;amp; made herself a pair of waffels .. with Maple Syrup .. and joined them on the table .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weather was perfect .. a mix of sun &amp;amp; cool air ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They talked about all kind of things .. from politics to family affairs to school drama .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara told her Aunt that she'll be going out with the gurls today .. not askin for permission but for respect .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara &amp;amp; her friends shopped, bought new clothes &amp;amp; make up .. went over each others houses .. &amp;amp; did Make overs on each others .. Not mentioning all the movies they watched ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Sunday was deidcated to School work .. they did home works &amp;amp; stuff .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning she walked in School at 8:45 to find Bader wainting for her at the lobby ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he simply demanded " don't you ever do this to me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With her shocked face " Excuse me ?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he simply explained" I couldnt sleep all weekend long" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: your bad ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: ee adree .. anyways .. i have a class at 9:00 ... i wanna talk to u later ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Sorry i dun talk to strangers .,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Sara please la et9reen chee ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Okai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: pick up wen i call u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:ana mashee tabeen shai .. ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: no thanx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:take cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow she couldnt believe wut juss happened ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she was distrcated with all the gurls that came up to her asking her who that was ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all gurls wanted to kno .. No joke he looked Hot ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school &amp;amp; on her way home (Sara walks home) her fone rang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was Mr. Bader .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she picked up hoping to put an end to this ,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Halla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: hey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: how are you ? enshulla tamam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: um good thanx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Okai .. i think adesh fil maw'6oo3 a7sen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: ya lait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Sara ana min sheftch ow ana madree sh9ar feeny .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: i love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: wow easy ~ .. (Sara was used to this .. he's not the first one to say that to her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: wulla .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: zain wel ma6loub?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: i wanna get to know you .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: i dun know how t oput this nicely bss .. um not intrested &amp;amp; i dunn have time for this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: juss gimme a shot .. u wont regret it .. ana gam a6le3 leb3eed .. &amp;amp; i can see you there .,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: You see ur a nice guy &amp;amp; all bss i dun do these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: ow ana hatha illy em7bebny feech .. Sara t doesnt have to be too much .. &amp;amp; we dun have to get out of our ways .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: look um almost home . i g2g &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: i'll see u tmrw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; hanged up .. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she got home she was juss quite ... everyone realized the change .. but they thought she was in some odd way PMS'n .. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That nite She wasnt able to sleep .. she was turning and tossing herself around like fish .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader texted her a good nite txt .. bss Sara didnt reply ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning while she's in quite mode .. Sara got up and got dressed ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was dressed difrently today .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was in jeans &amp;amp; a white AE shirt ... juss plain .. &amp;amp; simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara went through her day and as soon as the bell rang to declare the end of one school day she went to her locker grabed her things and left ... As she's walking through the park .. she heard some one behind her .. Bader it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:6l3et rou7y 3ala ma 7a9eltich &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: laish wuts goin on ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: ana you3an ow 3endii class b3ed one hour ... ow ma a3erf akel ebrou7y .. t'3adii ma3ay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: la thanx i wanna go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Please .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: 7adda sorry ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he left her alone ... &amp;amp; all of the sudden her fone rang ... it was Suzy .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she told Sara that she's stuck at East Side Marios &amp;amp; she needs something ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara was like Okai .. um on my way .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got there 10 minutes later ... to find Suzy at the table . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She joined her .. &amp;amp; out of no where someone comes behind her .. Its Bader again ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i thought you wanted to go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: changed my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader looks at Suzy &amp;amp; he's like do u gurls mind me joining you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara gave him an angry look while Suzy replied .. : yea no problem .. um leaving anyways ,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara was ferious .. she was about to leave .. but Bader would let go of her .. &amp;amp; he woud have killed to have her stay at the table with him .. plus it was needed ... that they talk things over .. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader grabed the menue &amp;amp; asked Sara wut she wanted .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She grabed her menue &amp;amp; ordered Pasta &amp;amp; he got the same thing ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she got her Ceaser Salad first &amp;amp; was munching on it .. while Bader's eyes are admiring her peacefulness today ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they talked and talked and talked ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-3676648704471467146?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/3676648704471467146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-4.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/3676648704471467146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/3676648704471467146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-4.html' title='My Worst NiteMare .4'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sq0LQqJhaeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/X5WW6GVblOM/s72-c/lily-allen-for-chanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-4257147891549493499</id><published>2009-09-11T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:56:28.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst NiteMare .3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sqr_HEP79OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uXIjHl8s-PM/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380393201712231650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sqr_HEP79OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uXIjHl8s-PM/s320/l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader came the nxt day to grab the gift .. &amp;amp; as Sara left school to give it to him he had brought her lunch ... he also took his sister's gift frm her but gave her somthing in return .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara wasnt sure wut the heck it was .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he explained ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ams kent fil Mall ow chift chm sh'3la ow 7ada 7sait inhm laygeen 3alaich .. fa a5etht'm lich ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara was furious .. Excuse Me ?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ow being the great talker he is she was convienced that she would be rude &amp;amp; disrespectful if she doesnt accept the gift ... knowing that he was well mannered ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she didnt open anything ... she got home &amp;amp; threw the bag on the bed &amp;amp; went for a short nap ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she was dreaming she was disturbed by a familiar voice .. it was lisa .. one of her friends ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she came over .. &amp;amp; was now dancing across the room in an attempt to wake Sara up ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara simply replied with a pillow flying at light speed only to land on Lisa's face .. lol ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa only wanted something to bget her started &amp;amp; she took advantage of that chance ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara simply withdrew herself from the battle ... &amp;amp; got up, showered &amp;amp; got dressed .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wen she was done Lisa surprised her with a question ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wut the heck is this ?!" pointing at the bag Bader got ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara totally forgot it excisted .. so she told her the story of the gift ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the gurls finally opened the gift bag Sara was totally shocked ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pair of heels .. (spring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A caprice ... (American Eagle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a Navy Blue Polo t-shirt ( AE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF !!~~~$%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wut kinda a gift is that ?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to forget wut she juss saw ... Sara quickly fixed her purse &amp;amp; picked a pair of heels &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;they went ate out &amp;amp; they were bak home early cuz Sara had homeworks &amp;amp; Stuff .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara couldnt sleep that nite .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until Bader txted .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I hope you liked it .. you diserve way more &amp;amp; better .. bss i had limited time .. bss enshulla il yayat akther "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She totally juss ditched .. bss she was thinking of how to give it back .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she felt contaminated .. or polluted .. bss she cant juss give it back .. plus she shouldnt have took it .. Bss no joke that guy can convience anymore anything .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Sara had the perfect plan ... Juss gift him back .. ow chee they'll be equal .. ow she wouldnt owe him anything ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she got to school in the morning she found out that English class is cancelled cuz the teacher didnt show up .. So she took advantage of the event &amp;amp; quickly went to the mall with Lisa to Grab something for Bader ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She grabed him a Puma shirt ... &amp;amp; a C.K perfume set .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the day finished &amp;amp; classes were over Bader txted Sara wanting to know wer she is .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some how he knew she had practice .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told him that she'll be on the field at 4:00 ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the practice started ... Sara was in her sweats kicking the ball around ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she noticed a pair of eyes looking at her .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figuring out it was Bader made her nervous .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was in a light washed jeans &amp;amp; a t-shirt .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she ran across the field over to where he was standing watching her and said Hi .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh .. sij ... 3adii tan6ernii ehnee .. bss eshway .. i forgot something .. he said ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader was willing to wait for her forever not even a moment .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara quickly grabed the gift bag ... gave it to him .. as Lisa was calling her cuz they had to leave .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She grabed her gym bag &amp;amp; ran to Lisa .. went she was with lisa she simply looked back &amp;amp; said Bye .. ~&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/6346496572678676454-4257147891549493499?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/4257147891549493499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-3.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/4257147891549493499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/4257147891549493499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-3.html' title='My Worst NiteMare .3'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sqr_HEP79OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uXIjHl8s-PM/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-832797827065306273</id><published>2009-09-09T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:49:38.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst NiteMare .2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqhaOofucBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QzPMxzqsQb4/s1600-h/1577539373_17a71529cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqhaOofucBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QzPMxzqsQb4/s1600-h/1577539373_17a71529cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379648962329210898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqhaOofucBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QzPMxzqsQb4/s320/1577539373_17a71529cc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara slept that nite while being very upset with Arab guys in general ..&lt;br /&gt;God they're so Easy, &amp;amp; they never leave a person alone ..&lt;br /&gt;Its not that she's not into guys .. bss she doesnt really have time for it ..&lt;br /&gt;Plus she's a gurls gurl ..&lt;br /&gt;ya3ni she's always with her gurl friends .. Plus she's in a Soccer team &amp;amp; she's working on a Fashion show (modeling) ...&lt;br /&gt;Nxt Morning Sara woke up ..got dressed &amp;amp; left the house ..&lt;br /&gt;btw .. she was living with her sister Rola &amp;amp; 7amoud o5ouha &amp;amp; her Aunt .. abroad **&lt;br /&gt;... She went to classes &amp;amp; had few arguments here &amp;amp; there ..&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;amp; when the day was finished she got her fone out to call &amp;amp; check who's home .. she found a missed call ..it was a weird number she hasnt seen .. so she called it thinking it was urget or somthing .. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:Hello ..&lt;br /&gt;:Hi&lt;br /&gt;S: Sorry, but i got a miss cal from this number ..&lt;br /&gt;: Ee .. ana dag&lt;br /&gt;S: Mino ma3ay ?&lt;br /&gt;: Bader&lt;br /&gt;S: ya rabii traa atheetny&lt;br /&gt;B: Sorry bss 7adii kent met'thyeg ow madree laish intay 6ratii 3ala balii ow gelt adeg&lt;br /&gt;S: hmm are you Okai (the thought of her being important &amp;amp; able to make someone feel better would have killed her)&lt;br /&gt;B: wulla madree shagoolich .. bss ya3ni long story ..Fee majal i see you&lt;br /&gt;S: hmm .. ana bakoun fil school till 5 ..&lt;br /&gt;B: bss i thought school is dun ..&lt;br /&gt;S: ee .. classes are dun bss i have a fashion show thingy i have to go too&lt;br /&gt;B: 5ala9 i'll be there at 5 ..&lt;br /&gt;S: bye (&amp;amp; hanged up )&lt;br /&gt;At 5 her fone rang .. it was him .. she picked up &amp;amp; told him to come in the lobby .. &amp;amp; he did&lt;br /&gt;eg3daw normally &amp;amp; he was talking non-stop .. &amp;amp; all she did was listen ..&lt;br /&gt;he told her that he was in love with his cousin in kuwait &amp;amp; she cheated on him ..&lt;br /&gt;he told her his dad is treating him weird lately ..&lt;br /&gt;he told her that he's his mom's fave child .. especillay since the accident he went though which almost killed him &amp;amp; left him paralized for months ..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea .. he also told her that he lives with his brother khalid &amp;amp; his sister Noura&lt;br /&gt;she patienty heard him .. 30 minutes passed .. &amp;amp; she got up and announced that he has to leave ..&lt;br /&gt;he offered to drive her home .. juss to make sure she arrives safely .. bss Sara didnt accept ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she told him that she wasnt going home.. she has Soccer practice to go to ..&lt;br /&gt;Bader left her at her wishes &amp;amp; she walked down the street to the field ..&lt;br /&gt;The nxt day at lunch time Bader called Saraa &amp;amp; asked her to come outside ..&lt;br /&gt;She did .. ~ He had brought her lunch (subways) he had found out through Suzy ... &amp;amp; because he kenw that Sara wouldnt take it he told her that suzy brought it for her &amp;amp; she asked him to drop it by .. Sara believed him knowing that Suzy did go to subway (like usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bader also asked Sara for a favor ..&lt;br /&gt;:Sara ana my sister's birthday ow ma adree shino a5ethlaha ..&lt;br /&gt;S: hmmm .. Okai&lt;br /&gt;B: Plz fee majal ta5theenlaha shai .. entaw close fil 3omer&lt;br /&gt;S: Wulla madree .. plus ma a3erf shino thooqha&lt;br /&gt;B: Sara plz wulla 7adii metwaheg&lt;br /&gt;S: 5alas Okai .. i'll stop by the mall tonite&lt;br /&gt;B: Wulla thanx ... most7eel ansalich hal favour&lt;br /&gt;S: dun worry bout it ..&lt;br /&gt;Bader hands Sara Some cash &amp;amp; she flipped at himm&lt;br /&gt;S: inta maynoun .. shino hatha&lt;br /&gt;B: ya3ni shloon btshreenlaha minch .. ana ra3ii il gift mo intay&lt;br /&gt;S: Sorry i cant accept it&lt;br /&gt;B: Sara il gift miny lazm ana adfe3 qeemt'ha&lt;br /&gt;Bader always talked like magic .. he has a way with words ..&lt;br /&gt;Sara took the money &amp;amp; left ..&lt;br /&gt;After school she was on her way to the mall ..&lt;br /&gt;She bought Noura few things &amp;amp; got everything wrapped up &amp;amp; stuff&lt;br /&gt;She went home &amp;amp; got it all ready for tmrw ..&lt;br /&gt;she txted Bader say'n that the gift is ready &amp;amp; he can pick it up tmrw at lunch time ..&lt;br /&gt;he called her back bss she didt pick up .. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-832797827065306273?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/832797827065306273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-2.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/832797827065306273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/832797827065306273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-2.html' title='My Worst NiteMare .2'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqhaOofucBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QzPMxzqsQb4/s72-c/1577539373_17a71529cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-6796697126944917220</id><published>2009-09-08T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:24:06.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst NiteMare ~.. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqaPjl4yBJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-aVBSuSpxy0/s1600-h/JohnnyDeppPublicEnemies_event_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379144646569100434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqaPjl4yBJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-aVBSuSpxy0/s320/JohnnyDeppPublicEnemies_event_main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female version of Johnny Depp .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At age 16, Sara was one of the coolest girls her high school has ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;Man she was making people fall head over heels for her .. She never thought she was the hootest chick in the world but she was acceptable .. Bss her personality was to Die For !!&lt;br /&gt;Guys were constantly requesting relationships &amp;amp; she did wut she knew how to do best "Reject" them .. One after the other .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wasn't you ordinary arab girl .. even though she looked hot &amp;amp; dressed that way .. she acted rugged ... simply you would think she was a bad rocker chick "from the inside"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a hint of tomboyishness .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost like a modren day Angelina Jolie .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147126376563314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqaRz749AnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nBsvkwEvJmQ/s320/Angelina-Jolie-1-262754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though girls were always try'n to be her friend, she wouldnt allow it .. so they ended up hating on her &amp;amp; try'n to find her flaws &amp;amp; publish them ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she had a few close friends ~ but they're divided in two ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School friends &amp;amp; outta school friends ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara wasnt a very nice person wen it came to talking to others, &amp;amp; her teachers hated her cuz she wouldnt juss do wut she's told .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One saturday nite Sara &amp;amp; suzy "lebanease, chubby-ish, longish hair" went to the mall and as they were walking dwn the mall they saw "mesh3al" .. a guy same age as them, kuwaity, green eyes(wulla no joke), and tall ... he always liked Sara bss 7adda mo m36eeta wayeh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came over to say hi, &amp;amp; she Coldly replyied his greeting .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking at the situtaion you would think Mesh3al was being genuine bss as much as he liked Sara .. he came said Hi to show off to his friends .. claiming that he knows hot gurls ..&lt;br /&gt;Sara knew that more than anythin .. so she kept not giving him face until he left her .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the mall the gurls went to the movies .. &amp;amp; here he is again "Mesh3al "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came over again &amp;amp; attempted to be funny &amp;amp; stuff .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wut movie are you guys watching?&lt;br /&gt;S: hmm .. ow enta shakou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suzy: hehe .. we're gonna watch anythin play'n now ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: 5ala9 ta3alw ma3anaa .. we're watching Von Helsing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: ay shai .. its like a Gay movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suzy: Saraa lets watch it its the Only thing playin this late ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Okai .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we the gurls were goin to get their tickets Mesh3al calls on to them .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they stopped &amp;amp; looked towards him .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; there was his friend coming towards them too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara : Na3m ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesh3al: My friend 3endaa extra tickets .. here !! (handing her the tickets)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: goolah thanx bss i like to buy my tickets from the sales place &amp;amp; 5al eyba6il sh'3el il homeless hatha ,,&lt;br /&gt;Mesh3al hands the tickets to Suzy &amp;amp; she takes them so Only Sara ended up buy'n a ticket ..the gurls walked in first ... &amp;amp; the boys joined them (legafaa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ow 6ooul ma il movie sh'3al il boys gam yst5foon dam'hm .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ow 6ay7eenla flirting with the actresses in the movie ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2hrs 30 later .. the movie was over &amp;amp; the gurls left the theatre ,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader (kuwaity, 24, light, Very Built, medium hight, light brown eyes) goes up to Sara &amp;amp; suzy &amp;amp; offers to drop them off home .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara: La thanx we juss called a cab .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader: la shloon cab ow il sayaraa baraa 9af6aa .. may9eer&lt;br /&gt;Sara: ya3nii lazem agoolik i dun accept rides from strangers ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader: t3jebny 9ara7tich bss il cab driver stanger mo chthii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: stanger 3an stanger yafreg .. ow thanx any ways ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bader went to suzy &amp;amp; convinced her .. so suzy ended up getting Bader to drop her off .. &amp;amp; Sara cab'ed home .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;half an hour later he fone is vibrating ... she picks up &amp;amp; its a guy voice .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:Aloo na3em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:We9ltee ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: mino ma3ay ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:Ma3ach Bader .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Bader mino ? m3erf a7ed eb hal esm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: i was at the movies tonite ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: ee .. ow min wain yebt my Number ?&lt;br /&gt;B: Min suzy .. 6lbtaa minha ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Suzy sh'3lii ma3aha b3dain .. ow enta plz .. la edeg 3alai again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Suzy malha 3elaqaa .. bss lean shafet iny kent abee il # bss 3ashan at6men inch we9ltee ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Feek il 5air .. Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ow she hanged up on his face ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s True Story .. ~&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/6346496572678676454-6796697126944917220?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/6796697126944917220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-1.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/6796697126944917220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/6796697126944917220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-worst-nitemare-1.html' title='My Worst NiteMare ~.. 1'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqaPjl4yBJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-aVBSuSpxy0/s72-c/JohnnyDeppPublicEnemies_event_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-8794321714364281930</id><published>2009-09-04T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:43:51.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final ~'/><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ P.s I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in June My Family arrived &amp;amp; I started my summer courses&lt;br /&gt;Bss No matter wut we have at hand Faisal &amp;amp; I always found a way to communicate ..&lt;br /&gt;The major event since the trip was in August ..&lt;br /&gt;Yes .. few weeks ago ..&lt;br /&gt;Faisal mesh ail KSA in June I think ~&lt;br /&gt;Ow again ana a7ess inah far away miny&lt;br /&gt;Fa we get in lots of arguments&lt;br /&gt;Unil one day as we were txting back &amp;amp; forth&lt;br /&gt;I said ..” Faisal ana mo merta7a”&lt;br /&gt;Faisal replied :&lt;br /&gt;3lmeeni lea ert7tii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also wrote “&lt;br /&gt;T3rfii intii qadr aw ma3na il kelma illi gelteeha wala la ..wulla ana ma9doom ..&lt;br /&gt;Ana as2l 3anik ow 3an a5barik wt6min 3alaik w arsl msgat w adeg 3alaik ow ana fil s3oudia .. kil hatha aish tsmeenah ?ana law al3b aw ma fkert feek ma kan t3nait aw jebt 5barik a9ln ma fee illa intaa ya3nii .. bss ana Shareek bss t3rfi kil illy agder agoolah allah eywafgik w antbhi ldrastik .. wulla ink ‘3alya w 7abaitk ma anker hal shai bssil shkwa la allah .. il ‘6roouf akber 9adma wulla bs amntik ay shai tbeenah t7t ammrk .. tamry ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote ~ furiously&lt;br /&gt;Faisal bdal ma etgool shino illy mo em5leech mo merta7a wet7elah etgooly 3a6eeni 5br lea ert7ti .. 3al 3moom dam hal kther ey’6ygek il et9aal la etdeg b3d ,,bss wulla na emqadra illy inta gam etsweeh bss ana astahil mo chithy .. ow salfet ink 7baitny .. 9adegny mo kther 7ooby lik .. il mohem itha hatha a5er il mshwar enta b3d itha tabee shai ma eyrdek il lsnaik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasoul wrote back :”&lt;br /&gt;Itha hatha radik bhal broud ma abee mink shai .. mashkoura .. bss ahh .. law il zeman yerja3 . mo ‘3l6tik wala il sharha 3alaik la wallah 3alai ana ..&lt;br /&gt;9edg la galaw la tathe8 eb shai wala ta36eeh shai zyadah 3an 7ada ow hathi ‘3l6ti whathi al nteeja bss hal denya droous .. wulla hatha into yal banat kent youm min el ayam agooul hatha illy a7ebah ‘3ayer .. w hatha illy 7abebni feek wullah bss 9ar 9a7 3alaihm ow ‘3l6 3alai .. m’6moon’km wa7ed bss e5telaf il shakel la ‘3ayer ..&lt;br /&gt;la tz3eli min kalami min 7ar ma feeny “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote back *&lt;br /&gt;Inta min min 9ijk etklmny chee ? shino illy sweetah lik ma etgooly .. mo inta illy gelt allah eywafgich shagoolik plz la et5leny ma3a in hatha illy tabeeh ~&lt;br /&gt;Wgefat 7ayaty youm Faisal safer .. ow 7ayat faisal bedet youm b3d 3anii .. shtabee miny ow ma 36eetik .. ‘6a7ktik ow bacheetny .. kint atwa8e3 asme3 mink ay shai bss mo en il banat ma’6moonhm wa7d .. shloon re’6ait’ha 3alai .. en9e7nii a7bek 3ala illy kan bainaa wala akerhik 3ala kalamik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasoul Wrote back .. “A7bek..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; our argument ended at that .. Oviously constant fone calls to make sure we were really all rite b3d il argument ~ ..&lt;br /&gt;Since then we’ve been cold towards each others ..&lt;br /&gt;Adree amoot feeh &amp;amp; Adree Eymoot feeny&lt;br /&gt;Ow ehwa yadree inah ey7bnii ow yadree inah 7ooby ow koony ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion notes ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our love grows &amp;amp; as life keeps throwing Challenges at us ..&lt;br /&gt;We stay strong I hope ..&lt;br /&gt;I really Love him &amp;amp; He does too .. I am sure of that …&lt;br /&gt;Bss ..&lt;br /&gt;To be honest .. it doesn’t seem like our paths would cross wen we’re done University ..&lt;br /&gt;Fasoul should be done This December&lt;br /&gt;Ow ana itha Allah rad this Summer or December 2011 ..&lt;br /&gt;Only God Knows how our story will end .. ~&lt;br /&gt;I could go On more about how its really difficult to be together forever .. bss I’ll leave it at that .. Since .. Fasoul il reading …&lt;br /&gt;Months ago I promised him that I’ll document our Journey &amp;amp; write our story down ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as I started to do so ..&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave him the link ..&lt;br /&gt;E7raaaj .. ~ Actually // its not like he doesn’t know what he is to me …&lt;br /&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; gents its been a journey ...&lt;br /&gt;Simply .. that was ..&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;MySelf&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;FAISAL ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377792668608751986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqHB8Hgf6XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RlDat5QSy-g/s320/lu.jpg" /&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/6346496572678676454-8794321714364281930?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/8794321714364281930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-myself-faisal-ps-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/8794321714364281930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/8794321714364281930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-myself-faisal-ps-i-love-you.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ P.s I Love You'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqHB8Hgf6XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RlDat5QSy-g/s72-c/lu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-5817501307031058563</id><published>2009-09-03T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:54:00.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.O.V.E'/><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~Ten^[ I'll be your Bella,If you'll be my Edward ♥ ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqCVHn4P9VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OJRfXrXV35w/s1600-h/edwardandbellatwilightseries759224_800_4881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377461913276904786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqCVHn4P9VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OJRfXrXV35w/s320/edwardandbellatwilightseries759224_800_4881.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not until May 28th&lt;br /&gt;It was Revloution ~ * frm my point of view * Ofcourse ..&lt;br /&gt;Actually on the 26th I stoped talking to Fasoul&lt;br /&gt;No Msn or Fone ..&lt;br /&gt;Ba3d galbii was calling like wack .. bss ana mo gam ared .. bss bachii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;il ma5adaa 9aret ba7r *Hmm kindaa *&lt;br /&gt;~ later you’ll find out why~ *&lt;br /&gt;He talked to Rola &amp;amp; she came &amp;amp; asked me to talk to him .. bss again I ignored … &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no way i can confront him period*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the 27th of May .. Afternoon .. I called Fasoul ..&lt;br /&gt;Ow kan ra7 yethb7nii min kther maho em3a9eb ~&lt;br /&gt;Bss I gave him News 5letaa yensaa il 39byaa kelhaaa&lt;br /&gt;~ Babe .. Guess wut .. ?&lt;br /&gt;F: Weshou ?&lt;br /&gt;S: illy w3dtk feeh ma ra7 ey9eer&lt;br /&gt;F: laaaah ..&lt;br /&gt;S: ee&lt;br /&gt;F: 3ashan ketha ma kenti etrdeen 3ala my calls&lt;br /&gt;S: ee 7oouby .. 7adii Sorry&lt;br /&gt;F: 7abiby intii 3adii&lt;br /&gt;S: 9ij .. zain ow etha gelt lik Um coming&lt;br /&gt;F: ya3ny wshou ?&lt;br /&gt;S: fasoul ee .. ra7 ayeek .. bacher 6yarty 3al sa3a 7 a.m&lt;br /&gt;F: Min jdek intee ?&lt;br /&gt;S: Ow ‘3latik&lt;br /&gt;F: let me call you back …&lt;br /&gt;S: bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ~ I was going to see Fasoul .. lots of my gurls were against it ..&lt;br /&gt;Shfaw in il mawthou3 chee eyqalel min qeemty 3endah .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ow inee i would be *easy* ... ~&lt;br /&gt;Bss ana min da5el kint abee arou7 .. so I followed my intuition ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4 &amp;amp; woke up at 5 .. no joke .. I was that excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my luggage &amp;amp; I was off to the air port …&lt;br /&gt;I got off the plane &amp;amp; there he was Faisal waiting for me ..&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a casual hug .. &amp;amp; we left ..&lt;br /&gt;He took me on a quick tour of the city ..&lt;br /&gt;Then he made me pick between two hotels ..&lt;br /&gt;S: Faisal 3adii ay shai .. bss lazem eykoun jreeb mink ..&lt;br /&gt;F: 3adii both of them nafs il shai&lt;br /&gt;S: Faisal ana shdranii&lt;br /&gt;F: 5ala9 ana b5tarlik ..&lt;br /&gt;S: Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nzelna il Hotel ~ Faisal kan 7adaa ta3ban .. so I told him to take a nap ..&lt;br /&gt;For the First time in my life I share a bed with a Guy …&lt;br /&gt;Bss kan bainaa distance ~&lt;br /&gt;We slept ..&lt;br /&gt;Ana ma arta7 illa lea nemt on My bed .. illy fee baitnaa ~ so I woke up earlier than him &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I took a shower &amp;amp; got ready ..&lt;br /&gt;I woke him up &amp;amp; God he's a heck of a sleeeper ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he took a shower &amp;amp; got ready &amp;amp; off we went ~&lt;br /&gt;Ma athker wain re7na bss I guess to the mall &amp;amp; we ate out some where ~&lt;br /&gt;~ it was late at night .. he gave me two suggestion ..&lt;br /&gt;Go to the Movies or watch one at Home&lt;br /&gt;~ I picked the second Option ..&lt;br /&gt;I picked a movie .. I tried to be Fair &amp;amp; not pick any of my faves .. for ex. Breakfast at Tiffany’s ~ or Bridget Jones Diaries .. ~&lt;br /&gt;I picked Step Brothers”&lt;br /&gt;He took me to the Hotel .. I put on my P.j’s &amp;amp; we went over his place !!&lt;br /&gt;We sat “quietly “ watching the movie .. ~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Cuz he’s a guys guy .. his friends are always sleeping over .. so he has two bed in his bedroom “NO JOKE”&lt;br /&gt;So I slept on one &amp;amp; he slept on the other .. So Casually  Emotionless Krazy feaks !&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the nxt morning “Friday”&lt;br /&gt;He took me to the Hotel &amp;amp; asked me to come &amp;amp; stay with him .. so I had to grab my things .. ~ He said he was gonna pik up his friend&lt;br /&gt;So wen I came to the car I opened the front door &amp;amp; there he was a guy in my face&lt;br /&gt;I WAS GONNA DIE *NO JOKE*&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly ran and sat in the back&lt;br /&gt;CURSING LIKE A DRUNK IRISH MAN&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed breakfast on the go *AS IF I HAVE ANY KIND OF APPETITE * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Except for Poison *&lt;br /&gt;Fasoul dropped me off home &amp;amp; ra7 ey9alee il Yem3aa ~&lt;br /&gt;Again .. wen he came back .. we went chilled ..&lt;br /&gt;However that nite ..&lt;br /&gt;I changed into my P.j’s &amp;amp; came to the living room&lt;br /&gt;Fasoul kan laying down on the couch ..&lt;br /&gt;So I went &amp;amp; lied nxt to him .. we started talking and stuff .. &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how .. but we started kissing ..&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly got up ~ looked at me in the eyes &amp;amp; he’s like say it I promise you .. I do too&lt;br /&gt;Being the most intelligent gurl i kno .. *lol* ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at him &amp;amp; all I said Faisal ... “ I love You “&lt;br /&gt;As quickly as heck He’s like wulla I love you too .. ~&lt;br /&gt;We started talking ... Swalef .. Omg since wen you do u like me ? &amp;amp; why me ? *dumb blond gurl q's*&lt;br /&gt;That nite we both slept on the same bed .. *awww*&lt;br /&gt;We kissed till we fell asleep .. ~&lt;br /&gt;Nxt morning I woke up earlier .. Showered &amp;amp; got ready&lt;br /&gt;Later he did ~&lt;br /&gt;We went out “ I dun remember much “&lt;br /&gt;We walked around … Went to the Breach … Bought few things .. ~&lt;br /&gt;All of that doesn’t matter ..&lt;br /&gt;All that matter was how close we were .. I wanted time to forget me there forever .. ~ it wouldnt hurt anyone i promise*&lt;br /&gt;Our last nite together .. we were in bed together ... &amp;amp; after a doezen of kisses we were back to reality ... it was reality that i had to leave tmrw morning ... when I remembered i simply cried .. I felt I was goin far awaaay ... for a long time ~&lt;br /&gt;He hugged me tight &amp;amp; was all the comfort I needed .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; he made me promise that no more tears &amp;amp; doing great at school &amp;amp; taking care of myself !!&lt;br /&gt;We slept the final nite &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning I left ..&lt;br /&gt;As much as life was PINK few days ago as much as its Only Black &amp;amp; white now !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow On ... ~ &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/6346496572678676454-5817501307031058563?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/5817501307031058563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-myself-faisal-ten-ill-be-your.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/5817501307031058563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/5817501307031058563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-myself-faisal-ten-ill-be-your.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~Ten^[ I&apos;ll be your Bella,If you&apos;ll be my Edward ♥ ]'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SqCVHn4P9VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OJRfXrXV35w/s72-c/edwardandbellatwilightseries759224_800_4881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-5534920157423844689</id><published>2009-09-02T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:07:30.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ Nine *SmoooCh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sp8-qC4WTgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tpgIqhOC9tM/s1600-h/first-kiss_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377085372152303106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sp8-qC4WTgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tpgIqhOC9tM/s320/first-kiss_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April 2009 ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fassoul came to Montreal .. *&lt;br /&gt;Ana 5leeta yerta7 ow ye6le3 ma3a his friend ..&lt;br /&gt;Cuz his friend is going back to Riyadh for good .. ow 6yartaa min Montreal&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 for Faisal in Montreal aka MTL&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet up ..&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of getting lost and gay directions .. we found each others&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we were off to Starbux&lt;br /&gt;we Have London Fog .. &amp;amp; started to talk&lt;br /&gt;btw .. that’s the second time I see him after my birthday ..&lt;br /&gt;its been since Oct, 08 .. Omg .. a while eah&lt;br /&gt;I was in a purple striped buttoned shirt, a grey Cardigan &amp;amp; jeans .. &amp;amp; he was in jeans a t-shirt &amp;amp; a black guess jacket ..&lt;br /&gt;He coldnt stop looking at me ..&lt;br /&gt;It was awkward … I’ve never been that shy . *&lt;br /&gt;Kenaa 7adna mertbkeen .. kel wa7ed 5ayef eyswee shai eyz3el il thanii&lt;br /&gt;.. then we went for a walk dwn twn …&lt;br /&gt;then I had to leave .. knowing that I wasn’t gonna see Faisal before he leave .. &amp;amp; he was leavin tmrw ..&lt;br /&gt;we were in a cab .. &amp;amp; before I got out .. I did the un thinkable ..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t get out before kissing him ..&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it ..&lt;br /&gt;Plus who knew when I was gonna see him again ..&lt;br /&gt;Um better off doing it .. rather than not doing it &amp;amp; regretting it for ever ..&lt;br /&gt;It was quick &amp;amp; juicy .. everything I wanted .. in fast forward mode .. with him I always imagined those slow take your time kisses ..&lt;br /&gt;After the kiss .. I juss got out .. didn’t even look at him out of *shame*&lt;br /&gt;And he was nice enough to not make it awkward ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bss now To me Faisal is something more than a guy I like or a b.f .. he’s the love of my life ..No exaggeration ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June  09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day z3lna 3ala b3th i seriously forgot why ... So as i always do i juss run away from confortation .. &amp;amp; I juss totally wanna ignore tha cause of my distress .. Faousl usually keeps calling me &amp;amp; texting until i reply .. he knows i cant resist him .. when we talk he makes me feel bad for getting mad at him &amp;amp; good for having an Angel like himself ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day i got mad at him &amp;amp; wouldnt pick up he left me a msg on MSN, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ow hathi il msg illy trkhaa lee .. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kil illy abee agoola lik bss itha ma tabeeny la et3lgeeny ..&lt;br /&gt;Ya b3ed hal denya kelaha 3endii .. ana ensan a3zek bss .. hatha kil ma6lbi mink itha t3zeeny .. ow allah ewafgik …&lt;br /&gt;3omry kadert 5a6rik .. ow hath ail shai yakfeeny .. ahm shai 3endy iny ma ga9ert ma3ak bshai ow Shareek …&lt;br /&gt;Wulla I dun remember wut happened .. bss tra’6eena .. :$&lt;br /&gt;How could I not too &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 9ert ana 7abibat Fasoul .. ( ehwo enadeeny chee )&lt;br /&gt;Ow 9ert Shai5et il zain ( la8eb )&lt;br /&gt;Ow Cinderella ( Maltaah)&lt;br /&gt;‘3air .. 7biby ow 7ayaty etc ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ More to come be anticipating Pure Excitement ~&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/6346496572678676454-5534920157423844689?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/5534920157423844689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-myself-faisal-nine-smoooch.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/5534920157423844689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/5534920157423844689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-myself-faisal-nine-smoooch.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ Nine *SmoooCh'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sp8-qC4WTgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tpgIqhOC9tM/s72-c/first-kiss_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-1270569578405321821</id><published>2009-09-02T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:39:18.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, MySelf, &amp; Faisal .. Eight .. Someone's Happyily Ever After ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sp6ev_pbNPI/AAAAAAAAADw/8GcIkEspBAw/s1600-h/1512080540_a9e859a843_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909552503174386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sp6ev_pbNPI/AAAAAAAAADw/8GcIkEspBAw/s320/1512080540_a9e859a843_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9arna ensoulef kel youm&lt;br /&gt;ow eydeg 3alai a lot&lt;br /&gt;eygooly wain eyrou7 ow meta eyred il bait ow ana nafs il shai&lt;br /&gt;loool ~ gam agraa our convo. Hathak il waget … wulla cute .. !!&lt;br /&gt;nez3el ow netra’6a ow n’3azl b3eth .. awww .. Ana illy kent ag3da min il noom .. ow ehw marat eyq3edny …&lt;br /&gt;bss a7laa ma feena in both us we are positive that we love each others bss m7ed rathii eygool lel thanii !!&lt;br /&gt;One time he’s like “ ya rab ma 3endi ila hee 5leeha ya rab .. bsmellah 3aliha”&lt;br /&gt;Awwww **&lt;br /&gt;Ee 9ij .. Ana ow Faisal 9aret 3ndena 7arakaa ..&lt;br /&gt;One time kent bored .. fa I asked him yahdy lee ‘3nya&lt;br /&gt;Ow min youmha ow ehwa yahdeely ow ana nafs il shai ..&lt;br /&gt;Until it became a tradition *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan doum yabeenii akoun allrite at University ..&lt;br /&gt;He always wants to know if I have assignments or essays ow ma eyklemny until um done them …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March 09&lt;br /&gt;My mommy’s friend’s sister was getting married … Ow being the Fashionista I am she wanted my help in a lot of things .. Simply I became the Maid of Honour ..&lt;br /&gt;I told Faisal .. ow kan eychouf shkether ana mehtamaa fil mawthou3 ..&lt;br /&gt;Ow eb 6bee3t men9eby as M.O.H &amp;amp; As Saraa .. I had to look fresh of a runway ..&lt;br /&gt;Basically Flawless ..&lt;br /&gt;So I went got a Dress from Mango .. 7adda one of a kind .. &amp;amp; it wasn’t even on display .. wen the gurl saw how unsatisfied I was with the dresses displayed she offered to go find me something I like ..&lt;br /&gt;So it was Above knee ..&lt;br /&gt;Turquoise with Hot pink …&lt;br /&gt;I went &amp;amp; got my hair cut into a Bob .. &amp;amp; make up done at Dior .. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bss gabil il 3ers eb esbou3 .. Faisal took a trip to California …&lt;br /&gt;Ow he wanted me to come with .. bss 7adaa I couldn’t .. !!&lt;br /&gt;So after the long day at the wedding .. I came back to my baby .. !&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to know how it went .. ~ I sure gave him enough details ..&lt;br /&gt;However he was only interested in me =) …&lt;br /&gt;I had to send him some of the pics I took at the wedding ..&lt;br /&gt;Transfer of "06032009013.jpg" is complete.&lt;br /&gt;F: Shaai mashallah .. intii aish salftik kil malek w t7lii .. wala ana zaman 3anik ?&lt;br /&gt;Allah allah 7arktaat (7arakt) bss maraa 56eera il 7arakaa&lt;br /&gt;S: 9ij ?&lt;br /&gt;F: Maraa .. wulla al Cindo 7aqy (ya3ni Cinderella ) mo sahil .. yen5aaf minah ..&lt;br /&gt;Ahem shai samaw 3alaik&lt;br /&gt;S: awww&lt;br /&gt;F: 7elwa ow qomar ow malekt il 7aflaa&lt;br /&gt;S: zain yall qoum emse7hm&lt;br /&gt;F: shway wulla ow ams7’haa .. yakfii il theqa ink arslteeha&lt;br /&gt;S:Ok&lt;br /&gt;F: Bssssss Ahhh .. Maraa Shaii .. kil shai atwaqa3aa mink bs zyadah shway 3an ily twq3tah&lt;br /&gt;S: aww .. wanasaa&lt;br /&gt;F: wulla 7elw .. bss tara intee illy m7lytaah mo hew illy m7leek&lt;br /&gt;S: =)&lt;br /&gt;F: wulla mashallah maraa 7elw .. wel sa3at il 7elwa wel 7arakaat &gt; wathe7 eno emdaqeq&lt;br /&gt;our convo. Went on like that * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-1270569578405321821?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/1270569578405321821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wathe7-eno-emdaqeq-our-convo.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/1270569578405321821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/1270569578405321821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/wathe7-eno-emdaqeq-our-convo.html' title='Me, MySelf, &amp; Faisal .. Eight .. Someone&apos;s Happyily Ever After ~'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sp6ev_pbNPI/AAAAAAAAADw/8GcIkEspBAw/s72-c/1512080540_a9e859a843_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-3358781742563369622</id><published>2009-09-01T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:44:53.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me,MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ Seven ~ Noor il denya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sp2_clGY3UI/AAAAAAAAADo/HqXxCtMtX1o/s1600-h/happy_new_year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376664027866389826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sp2_clGY3UI/AAAAAAAAADo/HqXxCtMtX1o/s320/happy_new_year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rdait nemt cuz I dun wanna remember that he left ..&lt;br /&gt;G3edt late . ow I changed my clothes and went over Malia’s house ..&lt;br /&gt;We chilled &amp;amp; I had to go back home .. cuz Rola radaa il Kuwait bacher ,,,&lt;br /&gt;I symbolically helped Rola pack &amp;amp; we were off to the airport ..&lt;br /&gt;Rdait il bait ow kan 7ada ‘6alma ow metsha2em ..&lt;br /&gt;5a9aa in il jaw Snow ow bared ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; That wen I was dedicated to il rwayat illy online ..&lt;br /&gt;kel youm lea ‘3abet il shams .. I shower .. get me a Cup of French Vanilla, get tucked in bed &amp;amp; start to read until un hungery .. which is about 2 in morning ..&lt;br /&gt;I order pizza ( the only thing available at 2 a.m .) or if I am in a good mood I go with 7amoud o5ouy to Dunn’s or Zack’s ( they’re diners &amp;amp; they’re opened 24/hrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my cell fone rang .. kan raqem ‘3reeb&lt;br /&gt;971********&lt;br /&gt;S:Aloo&lt;br /&gt;Halla wulla&lt;br /&gt;S: Omg .. 3azouz&lt;br /&gt;3azouz : ee .. sh7alich ?&lt;br /&gt;S: Tamam .. inta wain?&lt;br /&gt;3: Fil emarat ..&lt;br /&gt;S: min emoutaa ? ma getlee !!&lt;br /&gt;3: intii m7ed ey79lich doum msh’3ola&lt;br /&gt;S: ahaa .. I kno .. shloon emaratik ?&lt;br /&gt;3: A7la min kuwaitch ..&lt;br /&gt;S: Rou7 Moot .. you dream&lt;br /&gt;3: tara bacher barou7 il Kuwait ..&lt;br /&gt;S: no way .. you’ll love it I promise ..&lt;br /&gt;3: ee .. ey9eer 5air .. zain ana bss kent abee at6men 3laich .. tabeen shai ?&lt;br /&gt;S: la maskour .. take cares ..&lt;br /&gt;3: enshulla&lt;br /&gt;S: bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh .. 3azouz .. !! kan ebyougef galbii 3al fa’6ii&lt;br /&gt;Bss it wasn’t long after 3azouz my cell was ringing .. this time another unknown area code&lt;br /&gt;225********&lt;br /&gt;hmm .. ya3ni shino ??&lt;br /&gt;I picked up ..&lt;br /&gt;It was Fasssssoul ..&lt;br /&gt;:Halla eb hal 9out&lt;br /&gt;S: aww faisall shloonik ?&lt;br /&gt;F: eb 5air damek eb 5air .. etgooly il amoor keifaah? ? 6mnenii 3laik !&lt;br /&gt;S: ana el7emdellah tamam ..&lt;br /&gt;F: Rola meshet ?&lt;br /&gt;S: ee elyoum il 3a9er&lt;br /&gt;F: to9el belsalamaa ..&lt;br /&gt;S: allah eyslmik .. gooly inta wain ?&lt;br /&gt;F: fee ma9er taw wa9el .. fil ma6ar el7een&lt;br /&gt;S: aww .. 7mdellah 3ala slamtik&lt;br /&gt;F: allah eyslmik .. ya 7elwa .. 5aleeny ow9el il hotel ow ashbek ma3ak .&lt;br /&gt;S: zain ana ban6erik .. la et6wel&lt;br /&gt;F: min 3younii ..&lt;br /&gt;S: take cares ..&lt;br /&gt;F: you too .. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went took a shower &amp;amp; we I came back I found Faisal online ..&lt;br /&gt;We talked .. &amp;amp; he turned his cam on for me ..&lt;br /&gt;I had to make sure he’s not look’n too attractive for those gurls .. :$&lt;br /&gt;… * 9ar Faisal eydeg 3alai kel chem. Youm yet6men 3lai ..&lt;br /&gt;While Faisal was back to Riyadh .. I got real sick ..&lt;br /&gt;The flu was killing me .. &amp;amp; Fasoul was real worried ..&lt;br /&gt;Gabil il new years be youmain ..&lt;br /&gt;Fasoul deg 3alai ow galii inah raye7 Beirut …&lt;br /&gt;Ow s2lnii shino my plans for new years ..&lt;br /&gt;Ow wen I told him I had no plans .. I was gonna stay home&lt;br /&gt;He was excited .. aww .. ey’3ar 7ayaty !!&lt;br /&gt;New years arrived .. &amp;amp; I got invited to a party my gurls were having&lt;br /&gt;Dgait 3ala Faisal agoolah in my plans changed .. ow all he wanted was that I dress warm &amp;amp; take my medication .. waah fedaitaa .. ! =)&lt;br /&gt;As we were dancing and going crazy .. ( gurls juss wanna have Fun)&lt;br /&gt;It was countdown for 2009&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;*fone rings*&lt;br /&gt;its faisal&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;*kel 3am ow entii eb ‘5air*&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;*Awwww .. Ow enta eb ‘5air .. *&lt;br /&gt;Omg .. I cant believe it .. You’re crazy !!&lt;br /&gt;F: its 8 a.m ow ana lil7een emwa9el bss ma kent ab’3a anam ela ba3ed ma aklmik..&lt;br /&gt;Keefik el7een?&lt;br /&gt;S: aww .. waaiii Fasoul fedaitik .. ana el7mellah a7sen ..&lt;br /&gt;F: 3assa doum yal 7elwa .. yulla ana ab’3a arou7 anam .. tamreeny 3ala shai ?&lt;br /&gt;S: laa ya 2lbii slamt galbik .. take cares&lt;br /&gt;F: bye&lt;br /&gt;S: bye&lt;br /&gt;And the party only got better .. he was the red bull I was waiting for ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6oul ma ehwa ga3ed fil Riyadh kan ma3ay .. doum eydeg 3alai .. ow eyb6l ilk am&lt;br /&gt;ow 3ashan ana a7eb il dshdashaa doum kel ma yelbs ow yekshe5 eydeg 3alai 3ashan achouf&lt;br /&gt;• etlomoouny feeh * ~ Noor il denya 7abiby ~&lt;br /&gt;meshet el ayaam ow Rolaa radet min il sefar&lt;br /&gt;ow kel shai kan Okay&lt;br /&gt;Ow warahaa eb chem. Youm Faisal red ., !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-3358781742563369622?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/3358781742563369622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/memyself-faisal-seven-noor-il-denya.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/3358781742563369622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/3358781742563369622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/09/memyself-faisal-seven-noor-il-denya.html' title='Me,MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ Seven ~ Noor il denya'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Sp2_clGY3UI/AAAAAAAAADo/HqXxCtMtX1o/s72-c/happy_new_year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-8010582741867131855</id><published>2009-08-31T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:24:38.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal Six .. Only Death can Do us apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Spy-HrGTtKI/AAAAAAAAADg/sXqC43qzsN8/s1600-h/3837167227_6480b4853c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376381094211073186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Spy-HrGTtKI/AAAAAAAAADg/sXqC43qzsN8/s320/3837167227_6480b4853c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was starting to fall for him real hard ~&lt;br /&gt;Every thing about him was attracting me .. even his sillyness&lt;br /&gt;Awwww&lt;br /&gt;I started to miss him&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even the way we talk started to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back to Vancouver on Sunday .. but I didn’t get to see him ..&lt;br /&gt;Bss went he got there we talked on msn ..&lt;br /&gt;Even though we could talk on the fone .. our relationship stayed on line&lt;br /&gt;As days went ..&lt;br /&gt;In november .. Rola &amp;amp; I really didn’t get along &amp;amp; who’s better to talk to than Faisal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One nite at like 2 in morning he signed in .. so we started our usual greetings &amp;amp; as I started to open up something felt paiful .. I couldn’t type anymore&lt;br /&gt;So I apologized and went offline ..&lt;br /&gt;Laying on my bed .. I hear my fone vibrate&lt;br /&gt;Its Fasoul ..&lt;br /&gt;( that it out first fone convo. Since we talked in the mall wen I was give’n him directions)&lt;br /&gt;F: Aloo&lt;br /&gt;S: Halla Faisal&lt;br /&gt;F: Keifik?&lt;br /&gt;S: il 7emdellah eb 5air .. you ?&lt;br /&gt;F: ana el7emdellah 6ayeb..&lt;br /&gt;Wesh feek mara we7da ketha 6l3tee ..&lt;br /&gt;S: hmm .. makou bss I was too tired to type .&lt;br /&gt;F: min weshou tired ..? goolily …&lt;br /&gt;S: Faisal makou bss wullah 7ady feeling home sick ow ana ow Rola on bad terms&lt;br /&gt;7asaa il mas2olya eb tethb7nii&lt;br /&gt;F: hadi nafsik .. kel shai ow lah 7al .. intee il keberaa ow mawthou3 il mas2olya shai 7elw lel bent ..&lt;br /&gt;S: Faisal a7ess in my heart is 30 years old ..&lt;br /&gt;F: a7laa shai 3al bent inha etkoun young ow fee nafs il waget kbeera ow tet7mel maso2lyat bait ..&lt;br /&gt;Our convo. Went on till 5 in the morning .. 5anet 7ailii kan kan emwa9el ..&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to tell him a story before he slept .. so I told him the story of the three little pigs .. lol ..&lt;br /&gt;( if you guys dun know it I’ll include it in the nxt post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nite I slept like a baby .. I felt so much relief ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I knew my heart was beating his name ..&lt;br /&gt;that convo, did nothing in taking our relation to nxt level ..&lt;br /&gt;we stayed online .. for weeks to come .&lt;br /&gt;until !!&lt;br /&gt;F: ee bacher emsafer&lt;br /&gt;S: min 9ijek … bss ..&lt;br /&gt;F: bss weshou ?&lt;br /&gt;S: Um gonna miss talking to you ..&lt;br /&gt;F: lool .. wesh d3waa ana mo raye7 9a7raa .. ra7 aklmik ow ashbek min henak&lt;br /&gt;S: Madree bss .. a7sek betkoun far ..&lt;br /&gt;F: Sara weshfeek .. ana dayem grebe mink .. la bainy ow baink il koun kelah ..&lt;br /&gt;S: zain ya3ni bacher re7litk min Canada , london, Riyadh ?&lt;br /&gt;F: laa .. Ra7 anzel Ma9er awl ow ba3dain il Riyadh ..&lt;br /&gt;S: Zain bklmik gabil etrou7 .&lt;br /&gt;F: enshulla min 3younii ..&lt;br /&gt;S: okai .. zain ana bagoum anam ,, tamer 3ala shai&lt;br /&gt;F: slamet galbik .. T9b7een 3ala ‘5air&lt;br /&gt;S: ow enta min ahlaa .. sweet dreams luv ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I couldn’t sleep .. I was thinking of him ..&lt;br /&gt;yemken eyrou7 ow yensanii&lt;br /&gt;akeed ra7 yensanii .. beykoun lahii ma3a ahla ow rab3aa&lt;br /&gt;‘3air banat il Riyadh illy yemd7ounhm ..&lt;br /&gt;Ya rabii .. bss redaa lee salem .. !!&lt;br /&gt;Ma 7sait wala ana ga3daa 3ala 9out il fone ..&lt;br /&gt;Wala Faisal ..&lt;br /&gt;Aloo&lt;br /&gt;F: 9baa7 il ward .. 9a7 il noom ya 7elwa&lt;br /&gt;S: halla wulla .. shoonik ?&lt;br /&gt;F: n7med allah yal zain ..!&lt;br /&gt;S: faisal waink ?&lt;br /&gt;F: ana fil ma6ar ..&lt;br /&gt;S: no way .. I was hoping you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;F: lool .. shgelnaa ..!!&lt;br /&gt;F: Saraa ma ye7taj aw9eek 3ala nafsik .. 7e6y bailk 3ala 5wanik ..&lt;br /&gt;Ow lebsee dafee lean jawek bard ..&lt;br /&gt;S: enshulla .. ow enta b3ed plz . 6meny lea we9alet … la t5leeny a7atee .&lt;br /&gt;Ow 7e6 balik 3ala nafsik ..&lt;br /&gt;F: min 3youny .. yulla ana lazem ad5el el7een&lt;br /&gt;S: Okaaai .. struggling to hide my weeping ..&lt;br /&gt;F: Sara plz la tsween ketha .. wulla ma eyhoun 3alai .. kelha kem esbou3 ow raje3 lik&lt;br /&gt;S: Okaai .. ‘5ala9 .. bss enta Take cares ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hanged up &amp;amp; texted him …&lt;br /&gt;Ed3ee 3lai bel moout wala semenii .. bss la twd3eni d5eel allah ow t’3eeb .. ( ‘3nyat rashed) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-8010582741867131855?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/8010582741867131855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-six-only-death-can-do.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/8010582741867131855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/8010582741867131855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-six-only-death-can-do.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal Six .. Only Death can Do us apart'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Spy-HrGTtKI/AAAAAAAAADg/sXqC43qzsN8/s72-c/3837167227_6480b4853c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-1566163339526958308</id><published>2009-08-31T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:55:17.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ Birthday Gift *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Spxw6Qvd5PI/AAAAAAAAADY/rIfq_UxspwI/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376296201402311922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Spxw6Qvd5PI/AAAAAAAAADY/rIfq_UxspwI/s320/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Convo.s were pilling up !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meshari is fisrt of the list !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the turn I never knew would be taking place with Meshari !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The convo.. Is startight from my chat logs )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:Sara .. abee a3ref .. fee ensan eb 7ayatich el7een ?&lt;br /&gt;S: Meshari plz .. hathii ‘59o9yatii ..&lt;br /&gt;M: plz gooly lee ..&lt;br /&gt;S: la2 .. laish tes2el ?&lt;br /&gt;M:Shoofay 9ij iny madree shloon bss Wulla kel ma athkerich agoul ya 7elwohaa&lt;br /&gt;S:Okai&lt;br /&gt;M: Sara ana gam a7awel aiey 3endhich ..&lt;br /&gt;S: sh7agaa?&lt;br /&gt;M: intay ma tadreen shkether ana walhan 3alaich!&lt;br /&gt;S: (eyes rolling) &gt;&gt; wtf .. why ?&lt;br /&gt;M: ana 8ademt 3ala Visa bss abeech etshoufeely il jam3a&lt;br /&gt;S: ahaa !!&lt;br /&gt;M: Agoolich shai .. tara 9ij a7bich !!&lt;br /&gt;M:Saraa wulla intay 3ala 6ooul fee balii&lt;br /&gt;M:Saraa ana abee a3wthech 3an kel shai&lt;br /&gt;lich miny wa3d eny aray7ich ma3ay .. adree ‘6lamtich ma3ay&lt;br /&gt;Saraa ana aby a9a7e7 kel shai ma3ach ..&lt;br /&gt;S: ow shloon ?&lt;br /&gt;M: Saraa ana abeech .. abee aklem halich .. Wulla ..&lt;br /&gt;Namlich ow meta ma 5ala9tee enswee il 3ers ..&lt;br /&gt;Wagt’ha ra7 et3rfeen shino Mshari&lt;br /&gt;S: Mesharii thanx bss Sorry .. Ana mo emfakraa arteb6 any time soon .. !!&lt;br /&gt;I g2g .. TTyL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow men youmhaa ow ehwa eydez lee e-mails .. eythakernii bill Offer !!&lt;br /&gt;Ow ana sa7baa !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faisal .. 3ad ‘3air !!&lt;br /&gt;When I checked my email . legaitaa daz lee e-mail ..&lt;br /&gt;Il e-mail mafeeh shai ‘3air hal link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ktp-5Vr2UQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ktp-5Vr2UQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh 7azt’haa galbii skipped a beat ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was like awwwwww .. none stop&lt;br /&gt;Youma kalemtaa kan Gabil youmain min my Birthday !!&lt;br /&gt;Kan 7adda shrhaan 3alai&lt;br /&gt;Faisal: ooh .. look whose here&lt;br /&gt;S: aww thanx&lt;br /&gt;F: waink .. kil hal ‘3ayba 3asa ma shar&lt;br /&gt;S: wulla kent busy ma3a my family ow chee .. ‘3ayer il trips here and there&lt;br /&gt;F: You blocked me eah ..&lt;br /&gt;S: Hmm … dun take it personally .. I meant no harm .. &lt;br /&gt;F: ahaa … what are you doin this weekend ..&lt;br /&gt;Um like .. well its my Birthday&lt;br /&gt;He’s like No way&lt;br /&gt;Um like .. awww I know ..&lt;br /&gt;F: um coming to see me .. !!&lt;br /&gt;S: inta min 9ijk ?&lt;br /&gt;F: ow chem. Sara 3endii&lt;br /&gt;S: awww ~ zain I g2g .. aklmik bacher&lt;br /&gt;F: enshulla .. t9b7een 3ala ‘5air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O w eya bacher ow ana ow Fasaooul 3ala hal 7al ~&lt;br /&gt;P.s before I blocked him he told me that his family was coming to Toronto, and they were gonna come to Montreal (where I live) &amp;amp; wanted to know the key hot places he should take them too .. I told him what I knew =P &amp;amp; didn’t offer to meet up .. Ouch eah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways .. I gave him my number &amp;amp; was waiting for his call&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, got ready,&lt;br /&gt;Put on grey jeans, &amp;amp; tang top &amp;amp; a cardigan … &amp;amp; a vintage pair of short heels &amp;amp; Betsey Jonson purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tring Tring ..&lt;br /&gt;Faisal Calling ..&lt;br /&gt;S: Hello&lt;br /&gt;F: Happy Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;S: aww .. thanx .. Good morning&lt;br /&gt;F: ahlain .. Keifik&lt;br /&gt;S: eb ‘5air allah eyslmik .. you ?&lt;br /&gt;F: el7emdellah&lt;br /&gt;S: waink?&lt;br /&gt;F: ana fil mall .. intee wain .. ?&lt;br /&gt;S: me too .. Ana 3end Tommy&lt;br /&gt;F: ana 3end HMV&lt;br /&gt;S: dun move um comin .. lol&lt;br /&gt;F: oKai ..&lt;br /&gt;S: aww can you see me ?&lt;br /&gt;F: lool .. ee .. hathii intee ..!&lt;br /&gt; yay 7adda e7raaj !!&lt;br /&gt;Haah wain tabee tetrayeg ?&lt;br /&gt;F: 3adii ay mokan !!&lt;br /&gt;S: akou mokan wayed cute bss shway far .. 3adii tamshii&lt;br /&gt;F: ‘5ala9 Okai&lt;br /&gt;We walked for 25 minutes looool … sumthin he’s so not used too .. awww&lt;br /&gt;On our way .. he’s like do you mind .. um likee Uhhh ???!!!??&lt;br /&gt;He’s like .. I wanna smoke ..&lt;br /&gt;Um like ooh .. yea sure go for it .. ( I Hate Smoking &amp;amp; smokers ~ except him ) * Double standards !!&lt;br /&gt;we went for breakfast !! &amp;amp; offered a dinner plan ..&lt;br /&gt;um like .. mm .. we’ll let me see wuts goin on &amp;amp; I’ll let you know ..&lt;br /&gt;it was very quite between us .. 7adna innocent !!&lt;br /&gt;We left the restaurant .. EggSpectations… &amp;amp; went for a walk ..&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the park &amp;amp; talked &amp;amp; went dwn twn which he enjoyed ..&lt;br /&gt;Said our goodbyes &amp;amp; I was off to the salon ~&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I called him cancelling our dinner plans cuz the gurls has something else in mind .. we got together &amp;amp; got ready … then went for “non-alcoholic drink” &amp;amp; after we went to Lone Stars ..&lt;br /&gt;Fasool called me and asked where we were &amp;amp; I told him ..&lt;br /&gt;He came by .. &amp;amp; being the freak he is .. he actually got me a gift .. !! ~ secret ~&lt;br /&gt;I told him that Istill didn’t have birthday cake .. so him &amp;amp; his friend came by .. !!&lt;br /&gt;At Hard Rock I ordered the apple fritter my ultimate fave .. for everone ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we all had one hell of a good laugh ..&lt;br /&gt;paid the bill ..&lt;br /&gt;and Fasoul almost commited a crime ,, he’s still upset about it .. lol&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes &amp;amp; headed back home for a night to remember ..&lt;br /&gt;We danced like rain drops &amp;amp; sang like Maniacs ~&lt;br /&gt;But Since then Fasoul &amp;amp; I started talking!! Differently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-1566163339526958308?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/1566163339526958308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-birthday-gift.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/1566163339526958308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/1566163339526958308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-birthday-gift.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ Birthday Gift *'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/Spxw6Qvd5PI/AAAAAAAAADY/rIfq_UxspwI/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-5414196937719293905</id><published>2009-08-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:09:39.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal~ Five ... &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SprOBmgJrFI/AAAAAAAAACg/i5jTKIGYP-8/s1600-h/2393_579706701865_90408414_36831550_9969_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375835632130698322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SprOBmgJrFI/AAAAAAAAACg/i5jTKIGYP-8/s320/2393_579706701865_90408414_36831550_9969_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faisal: Halla Wulla .. ashouf il MSN emnawer&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Ahlain .. Thanx&lt;br /&gt;F: Keifek ?&lt;br /&gt;S: el7mdellah eb’5air .. u ?&lt;br /&gt;F: el7mdellah mashie il 7al ..keif il derasaa ?&lt;br /&gt;S: Hmm wulla Allrite ..&lt;br /&gt;F: entii wesh tdreseen ? wesh ta’59e9ek ?&lt;br /&gt;S: Political Science .. ow enta ?&lt;br /&gt;F: Allah eywafgik ya 7elwaa .. ana ma’5eth Business ..&lt;br /&gt;S: Ajm3een ya rab .. !!&lt;br /&gt;Faisal I gotta head to bed I have early plans for tomorrow !!&lt;br /&gt;I’ll ttyL&lt;br /&gt;F: ma3a iny kent ab’3aa aklmik bss ma3laih .. t9b7een 3ala ‘5air ya gomar !!&lt;br /&gt;S: G’Nite !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;while I was talking to Faisal, other convo.s kept pop’en up .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however all got postponed !! or even ignored !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3azoouz : el nas etslim !!&lt;br /&gt;3azoouz : Saraaa !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3azouz: ya 7aywana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara: way3a chem mara agoolik la tklmnii chee ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3azouz: intii ma trdeen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara: 3azouz um busy let me talk to you laters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Block*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 3azouz is one of closest guy friends, he’s from the UAE, however his mother is from Morrocco .. he’s soo sweet, and always there wenever I need him, ow 7adda meyanaa ~)&lt;br /&gt;I kept ignoring .. 7adi malii 5elg lah ... If i want to talk to him i can call him ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Mesh3al: Hi Babatiii&lt;br /&gt;Mesh3al: Saraa abee aklmich Babatii ..&lt;br /&gt;Mesh3al : Saraa refeejii ta3baan ow ra7 ared il Kuwait&lt;br /&gt;Saraa: ma yeshouf Shar !! allah yashfeeh ..&lt;br /&gt;Mesh3al : 9ar lah 7adeth sayaraa ow 7altaa sensitive, ow hathaa a3ez rab3ii ..&lt;br /&gt;Sara: ee lazem etrou7 lah 7aram et’5leeh brou7aa hal 7azaa ..&lt;br /&gt;M: abee shoufich gabil ma amshee ..&lt;br /&gt;S: wulla makou majal .. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;M: laish ? sh3endich ?&lt;br /&gt;S: emte7anat ow denyaa ..&lt;br /&gt;M: ana msafir youm il athnain ..&lt;br /&gt;S: etrou7 wetred belsalama ..&lt;br /&gt;M: plz 7awlii ashoufich babatii .. ana lazem a6le3 3endii il shabaab ..&lt;br /&gt;S: Buh Byes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesh3al( Kuwaity, 23, lives in Hamilton. Canada, we met through facebook, &amp;amp; was so not my type .. so kel ellly bainy ow bainaa .. eny I feel bad for him leanaa taw yay fa kan ye7taj lots of help taking off . I helped find a place where he can learn English &amp;amp; stuff &amp;amp; a flying academy … Meshari liked me .. bss again he wasn’t my type !! )&lt;br /&gt;--- Off to Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life went that way for weeks or even months,, wut can you do with Routine …&lt;br /&gt;However the highlights are the following :&lt;br /&gt;*Malia keeps breaking up and making up with he lover Boi&lt;br /&gt;*Rola &amp;amp; I still chilling every now and then always looking around to finding something interesting we can be passionate about .. &amp;amp; to break that Evil Routine .!&lt;br /&gt;However the cherry on the Sundae is Faisal ..&lt;br /&gt;Him &amp;amp; I got very close .. even though his sense of humour is not even cool …&lt;br /&gt;Bss for some reason erte7t lah .. !&lt;br /&gt;He had something no one had … !! He was honest &amp;amp; very straight forward...&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it .. University was over and Summer started ..&lt;br /&gt;My family comes to visit every summer … cuz I usually have summer classes ( attempting to finish early) !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is … Um a person with a Freaking Crazy heart !!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a Million Pounds of Guilt !!&lt;br /&gt;So I started feeling really bad for having guys on my Msn List ..! so Intelligent me decided to delete every guy on my list !!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Faisal Goes as well !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the Summer I totally ditched &amp;amp; it was all rite .. since I was busy with My Little brothers &amp;amp; Rola !!!&lt;br /&gt;our Outties were AWOSOME !!&lt;br /&gt;When my family left back To Kuwait .. I went back to University &amp;amp; everything was Normal !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until One day !!&lt;br /&gt;Rola &amp;amp; I were having problems &amp;amp; I so needed someone to talk to .. &amp;amp; here we go again … !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN !!&lt;br /&gt;I unblocked some of the people hoping to find comfort !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-5414196937719293905?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/5414196937719293905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-five-3.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/5414196937719293905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/5414196937719293905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-five-3.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal~ Five ... &lt;3'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SprOBmgJrFI/AAAAAAAAACg/i5jTKIGYP-8/s72-c/2393_579706701865_90408414_36831550_9969_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-8263882363209636324</id><published>2009-08-29T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:12:06.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal .. Four~ The Gurlies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpoJquOrpAI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ap3PDqSkwHg/s1600-h/Sex%2520and%2520the%2520City%2520main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375619734788875266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpoJquOrpAI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ap3PDqSkwHg/s320/Sex%2520and%2520the%2520City%2520main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Breakfast ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to Uni. I meat up with Malia my bestest of friends (she’s from Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;We had enough time to Grab a Macciato from strarbux and off to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll we don’t always have classes ma3a ba3ath .. she’s majoring in Law,&lt;br /&gt;While my major is Political Science .. what can I do um a Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba3ed il Class 6al3naa net’3adaa ..&lt;br /&gt;Malia , Roulaa &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… We all Share a Passion for Food …&lt;br /&gt;and If Pasta was a Man&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn’t have been single till now .. !!&lt;br /&gt;it has all the Perfections needed in a SoulMate !!&lt;br /&gt;So where would anyone find Sexii Pastaa Other than little Italy ?&lt;br /&gt;Fee Mokan ehnaak 7adda Yummy … &amp;amp; we usually spill the beans there !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malia gamet tashkii min illy et7ebaa .. !! ~ he's not officialy her B.f bss we like to think so !!&lt;br /&gt;‘5anet 7ailii 7aletaa 7alaa ow salftaaa Sad !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were friends ~ &amp;amp; one day they randomly started making out .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they seemed to enjoy it so they did again on another day .. until they got romantically involved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she fell in love with him &amp;amp; later she found out en 3endaa Girlfriend !!&lt;br /&gt;so 3ela8et’hom 9aret Friends with benefits !!&lt;br /&gt;em’5asbeg’haa hal waled youm ey7ebhaa ow 3ashraa la2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eydeg 3alaiha esbou3 ow yensahaa ash’her !!&lt;br /&gt;ow hathi 7alat’haa ma3ah .. kel chem. Youm they break up weyrdoun !!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes engoulhaa ‘5alaa9 tensaah .. bss eb 9ara7aa il waled eyaniin&lt;br /&gt;Elmoshkelaa en 9ar laa 4 sneen ma3a his girlfriend ow ma yabii ya’5serhaa bss eb nafss il waget ey7eb Malia !!&lt;br /&gt;ehya '5ayertaa bainha ow bain his girlfriend bss he couldnt choose one .. &amp;amp; the reasons are unknown~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Lunch we headed to the Mall, &amp;amp; Gifts for Christine (she looks like Kimora lee Simons,) .. my Other friend its gonna be her Birthday Tomorrow !!&lt;br /&gt;Malia got her a Teffiny&amp;amp;Co. bracelet .. I bought her a Swarvitski ring &amp;amp; Roulaa got her a Guess Purse (her addiction)&lt;br /&gt;We also bought a bunch of Ck t-shirts &amp;amp; Puma Shoes for Christine’s 1 year old daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got pragnent from her Boyfriend, the one she was dating behinde her parent's back &amp;amp; as Stricked Christean, she couldn’t get an abortion and she had to get married To Jason (he's Jamaican)!! The Wedding 9ar bain you mow lailaa .. ow ba3dhaa eb chem. Shaher Christien yabet Jaylynn .. il bent 7addha adourable ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… after a long day out .. Roulaa &amp;amp; I got home at 7p.m went into our rooms &amp;amp;juss threw ourselves on the Bed .. dead exhausted !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a warm shower I put on a t-shirt &amp;amp; Leggings … and got tucked in bed .. with the laptop in my lap .. I needed to check e-mails, facebook &amp;amp; finally aqraa rewayaa min illly I was following for weeks !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The process went smoothly until Faisal signed on MSN !! &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/6346496572678676454-8263882363209636324?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/8263882363209636324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-breakfast-off-to-uni.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/8263882363209636324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/8263882363209636324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-breakfast-off-to-uni.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal .. Four~ The Gurlies'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpoJquOrpAI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ap3PDqSkwHg/s72-c/Sex%2520and%2520the%2520City%2520main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-495919753356933322</id><published>2009-08-27T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:41:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ Three-  Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpbE7qeitpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-Fk8nNRDHKo/s1600-h/2237989704_e89b122b06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374699734606984850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpbE7qeitpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-Fk8nNRDHKo/s320/2237989704_e89b122b06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it was no one special&lt;br /&gt;* come join our Group .. hottest kuwaity guys on FaceBook ..&lt;br /&gt;Wtf !! As if they're cute !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Second later ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~Faisal is online !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;F:Hii&lt;br /&gt;S:ahlain :)&lt;br /&gt;F:keifek ?&lt;br /&gt;S:tamaam .. You ?&lt;br /&gt;F:el7mdellah ..&lt;br /&gt;S:3assa doum ya rab&lt;br /&gt;F:yeslmoou ya thooq&lt;br /&gt;S::$&lt;br /&gt;F:Fedait il '5doud ..&lt;br /&gt;S:lool ... Easy ~&lt;br /&gt;F:intee wain fee canada ?&lt;br /&gt;S:ana saknaa Montreal ...&lt;br /&gt;F:wulla ya 7a'6ek !!&lt;br /&gt;F:bel3x inta lucky ya3ni 3enkom il winter adfaa !!&lt;br /&gt;F:wulla 3endkom il shopping '5a6eer .. !&lt;br /&gt;S:ee eb hathii 9edaget !!&lt;br /&gt;F:kam 3omrek ?&lt;br /&gt;S:20 .. bs enshulla b3ed 4 months bakoun 21&lt;br /&gt;F:meta 3eed meladik ?&lt;br /&gt;S:Oct, #, 1987&lt;br /&gt;F:el 3omer kelaa ya qomar !!&lt;br /&gt;S:ow enta ?&lt;br /&gt;F:ana 23 ow fee nov, 19 bakaml 24&lt;br /&gt;S:il 3omer kelaa ya rab !!&lt;br /&gt;F:yeslmoou ya 7elwaa !&lt;br /&gt;S:anyways .. i gotta head to bed now i've got class tomorrow !!&lt;br /&gt;F:sure .. GoodNite&lt;br /&gt;S:Thanx Sweetest of Dreams !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alaarm 11 a.m ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Shut that Gay thing Up .. !!&lt;br /&gt;Rola: .. yubaa you gonaa be late&lt;br /&gt;S:Roloou ..way3aa .. abee anaam !! plz yer7m Omuch !!&lt;br /&gt;R:inta mino emshrich ams ..&lt;br /&gt;S:looooooool .. shdraach .. !! FaisaaaaaL&lt;br /&gt;R:mino faisall !! ??&lt;br /&gt;S:i told you illy emsweelee add hathak il youm.. !! can i sleep now ?&lt;br /&gt;R:goumay .. why were you talkin to him ?&lt;br /&gt;S:way3aa it wasnt anything .. juss an intro.&lt;br /&gt;R:zain prof. Atwood is gonna Kill you gelteely itha you're late again !!&lt;br /&gt;S:Ouf ilyoum Thuresday , Ouch !!&lt;br /&gt;S:zain ana bagoun a'5th shower .. plz 6l3ely shai albsaa !! plz !!&lt;br /&gt;R:zain goumai !!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 5 minutes later /..&lt;br /&gt;S:Rolooou .. wain malbsii .. ?&lt;br /&gt;3al bed !!&lt;br /&gt;S:mabii hathaaail ... you freak !!&lt;br /&gt;R:3ayal intay goumaai 6al3ii 7ag nafsich !!&lt;br /&gt;S:Omg you're like so freakin Usefreakinless .. God !!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; picked a white buttoned shirt, black suit top &amp;amp; red skinny jeans !!&lt;br /&gt;From down staris ... !! Saraaaaaa ..its gonna rain today !!&lt;br /&gt;so i added a rain coat &amp;amp; an ambrealla... no one like to get wet !!&lt;br /&gt;running downstrais .. Roulaa, wearning a yellow sweater &amp;amp; an American Eagle staright cut jeans.. had Calm tea ready for Me &amp;amp; 7amoud (our brother)&lt;br /&gt;and choclatechip pan cakes ...&lt;br /&gt;whoever wakes up first take the responsibility of breakfast and here you have it .. Roulaa is the Winner ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to Come !~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-495919753356933322?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/495919753356933322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-three-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/495919753356933322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/495919753356933322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-three-wake-up.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ~ Three-  Wake Up!'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpbE7qeitpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-Fk8nNRDHKo/s72-c/2237989704_e89b122b06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-8270245214267036537</id><published>2009-08-24T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:32:28.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ... * Two* ...Starbux ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpMXqlJKdnI/AAAAAAAAABw/8LvRgNmANks/s1600-h/3121585258_f0418d1bd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpMXqlJKdnI/AAAAAAAAABw/8LvRgNmANks/s320/3121585258_f0418d1bd5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373664800675624562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Starbux University, Montreal !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rola and I sit down to do some studying !!*Rola is my sister* we ordered two Grande Caramel Fraps .. &lt;br /&gt;Over Fraps I can tell you my darkest life secrets lol .. Those things are juss made to make you Spill the beans .. one sip can get in trouble for months to come  .. !!&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;br /&gt;Sara: God Rola !! you know how much calories in those things !! like a trillion !! you're gonna be over weight in less than 24 hours .. !! &lt;br /&gt;Rola: Why are you caling me Fat !! &lt;br /&gt;* and the fight continues for days * &lt;br /&gt;~Thats the power of Caramel ..&lt;br /&gt;btw .. 3ala 6ari Starbux ow Calories .. emnzleen new drink esma Vivano .. 3an wajbaa kamlaa .. !! Imagine !!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back on Track &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking to Rolaa ** :guess wut I got a new add … &lt;br /&gt;Rola:ee .. Min wain ehwa?&lt;br /&gt;Sara:S3oudi atwa8e3 .. 7a6 il s3oudia netowk ... &lt;br /&gt;Rola: Hmm did u check his pics .. is he HOT like Turkii &lt;br /&gt;Sara: Yay .. intay lel7een 3ndich Turkii  Hot .. ana 7adii got over his Face !! &lt;br /&gt;bss 3ala 6arii il pics .. ee cheft'hom .. ya3ny il boy 3adii .. tgdreen etgouleen Cute /..&lt;br /&gt;Rola: zain .. shm3enaa gam etgouleen lee 3anaa   .. 3ad intay kil youm etyeech malyoun add (7adhaa exaguration)&lt;br /&gt;Sara: ya 7a'6y hathii ehny fee Canada .. nafsnaa yadress ya 7ailaa ..&lt;br /&gt;Rola: WUllla min 9ij .. 7adaa wanasaa .. wain inshulla ?&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Et9adgeen enaa fee Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;Rola: Mo hathii illy yaboun eysaoun feeha il olympics 2010?&lt;br /&gt;Sara: ee hathii ehyaa .. &lt;br /&gt;Rola: yaay . hathi a'5er il koun .. bss why not .. nothing wrong with having an extra friend .. &lt;br /&gt;Sara: ana basweela Accept bss etha tehaileg bmes7aa min il denyaa mo bss my friends list .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughs filled the quite library giving us a signle to get the heck out .. !! and off to the mall an infection we'll never get treated for .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i would like to talk a lil about my sister .. &lt;br /&gt;we go way back lool .. she's the cutest person in my life and has a personlaity that would put the world on fire .. yes no joke its that hot .. hehe ..&lt;br /&gt;we're the bestest of friends .. she's a year younger however i always treated her like she was my twin ... hmm well i guess the more i write you would find out more bout her ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the same nite .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Msn status goes from offline to Online .. !! &lt;br /&gt;Hello Online World .. !!&lt;br /&gt;Roll the Electronic Red Carpet here comes Sara ... ~&lt;br /&gt;WTF ?!!?!!&lt;br /&gt;.. No one online !! thats So Darn Gay !&lt;br /&gt;uHH !! &lt;br /&gt;Let's Facebook before goin to bed !!&lt;br /&gt;3 more adds .. giving me a total of 165 adds .. !! &lt;br /&gt;&amp; ... one new msg !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing my fingers hoping its &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-8270245214267036537?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/8270245214267036537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-two-university.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/8270245214267036537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/8270245214267036537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-two-university.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ... * Two* ...Starbux ~'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpMXqlJKdnI/AAAAAAAAABw/8LvRgNmANks/s72-c/3121585258_f0418d1bd5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-3223671625935205052</id><published>2009-08-23T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:22:08.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro.'/><title type='text'>Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ... *One* ~ *FaceBook .. ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGTwXoxREI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ygFj_Ct8VYo/s1600-h/268436899_7a16d33c92_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGTwXoxREI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ygFj_Ct8VYo/s320/268436899_7a16d33c92_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373238289617732674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love him .. Do I ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the Judge … Its Yours To find Out !!&lt;br /&gt;… On facebook … the most popular application ever .. FFS … aka .. Friends For Sale ..&lt;br /&gt;omg .. it’s the coolest thing in the world .. “Kareem” a friend of Mine promised me to make me worth a 1000,000,000 … Yes !! A Million !!&lt;br /&gt;So he keeps buying me when Others Buy Me from Him …&lt;br /&gt;One Day …. Faisal, buys me …&lt;br /&gt;Okay … You would think .. So What !!?? …&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s how its all started …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One msg reacieved ..&lt;br /&gt;(God i hate msgs i juss cleaned it up !!)&lt;br /&gt;maybe another freak'en group invitation ?&lt;br /&gt;dunno wen they'll get the point .. i dunn wanna kno who has the sexiest freakin legs or smile on facebook .. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 times of buying me … Faisal … Inboxed (private msg ) me …&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like he was try’en to be friends with me or sumthin …&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; That’s how our inbox convo. Went like ..&lt;br /&gt;Faisal: You're one Expensive Gurl !!&lt;br /&gt;Sara : As Always .. Born free &amp; now as you see um Expensive !!&lt;br /&gt;Faisal : You're worth alot more than those numbers !!Keefik? …&lt;br /&gt;Sara : Hmm .. Great …&lt;br /&gt;… UrSelf ?&lt;br /&gt;Faisal : el 7emdellah .. ne7med allah … Intee min wain ?&lt;br /&gt;Sara: ana Kuwaityaa !! ow enta ?&lt;br /&gt;Faisal: Min il KSA ( kingdom of Saudi Arabia) &lt;br /&gt;... el amoora wain fee Canada?&lt;br /&gt;Sara: …Ana fee Montreal .. you?&lt;br /&gt;Faisal: Nice Nice … wullah ana fee Vancouver.. &lt;br /&gt;.. Can we talk on Msn ?&lt;br /&gt;Sara : Nice to know .. !! ee sure .. my e-mail is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:“…….@hotmail.com"&gt;“…….@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faisal: I added you ..!!&lt;br /&gt;Sara : I'll c u there !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH !! Facebook …!! the biggest hooking up machine in the world !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-3223671625935205052?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/3223671625935205052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-one-facebook.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/3223671625935205052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/3223671625935205052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-myself-faisal-one-facebook.html' title='Me, MySelf &amp; Faisal ... *One* ~ *FaceBook .. ~'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGTwXoxREI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ygFj_Ct8VYo/s72-c/268436899_7a16d33c92_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346496572678676454.post-980050885526273292</id><published>2009-08-23T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:47:26.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Journey'/><title type='text'>I Might Not be an Angel ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGOpoJKrQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EC-ZN_xOUk/s1600-h/411204642_1cf8b0c1a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGOpoJKrQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EC-ZN_xOUk/s320/411204642_1cf8b0c1a8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373232676231359746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finally getting to the blogging step .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read enough &amp;amp; heard enough of stories .. !!&lt;br /&gt; now its my turn to tell ya'll what it is like living on my side of the lawn ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is dedicated to introducing myself .. &lt;br /&gt;A girl like all .. &lt;br /&gt;living a roller coaster ... &lt;br /&gt;~Kuwaityaa .. &lt;br /&gt;have been studying abroad for a while .. &lt;br /&gt;this life has taught me a lot .. &amp;amp; through writing I hope I can &lt;br /&gt;some how inspire or give advice in a way that it is unbiased and helpful .. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 21, born in October, which makes me a Libra .. &lt;br /&gt;I love life, and as hard as it is i try to live it to the Maxx...&lt;br /&gt;I've received all kinds of compliments .. from beautiful to Nice Ass, to I look Brazilian .&lt;br /&gt; but life isn't about appearances .. its you're inside that makes you Gorgeous &amp; as long as people compliment my outside um ain't listening .. its when people tell me um funny or nice helpful that i really feel Great !!&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of people in my life &amp; those people shape the person i am and the&lt;br /&gt;character i am becoming ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blog is strictly about the stories of my Life .. &lt;br /&gt;when ever one finished another starts .. !! &lt;br /&gt; you Ladies &amp; Gents will be getting V.I.P access to&lt;br /&gt;everything that took place in my past or is taking place currently !!&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it at that &amp; as time passes I hope ya'll get to know me better !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we Ready to get Started .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies &amp; Gents Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for Takeoff... Make sure your seat backs are upright and your tray tables are stowed in their upright and locked ...!!&lt;br /&gt;... as the story will take OFF !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6346496572678676454-980050885526273292?l=berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/feeds/980050885526273292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-might-not-be-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/980050885526273292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346496572678676454/posts/default/980050885526273292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berry-mademoiselle.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-might-not-be-angel.html' title='I Might Not be an Angel ..'/><author><name>Mademoiselle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020716998285466572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGXR_qMd8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/b59Ji2S5EMM/S220/3626810415_bb8a0ca05a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v3CoMbyN9sQ/SpGOpoJKrQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9EC-ZN_xOUk/s72-c/411204642_1cf8b0c1a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
