<?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-12699241</id><updated>2011-07-18T02:00:15.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114949628265690714</id><published>2006-06-05T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:31:22.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...1 2 3....Testing</title><content type='html'>1. My fav food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did we meet?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. How well do you know me (a lot, not so much, nothing)?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. When you first saw me what was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Color Hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Color eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is my fav type of music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is one of my fav things to do outdoors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Am I shy or outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you consider me a friend? (U dnt have an option lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever seen me cry? If yes, how many times?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. If there were one good nickname for me, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.I had broccoli stuck on my teeth, would you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Quiet or loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Short or Tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Weird or original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Smart or stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Boring or Fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hot or not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.A psycho?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24.Athlethic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A nerd?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. Two-faced?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;27.Immature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Mature?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A FEW MORE QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is the worst thing about me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. When is my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who is my best friend?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32. What song(if any)reminds you of me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do I remind you of any characters on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If you could rename me, what would my name be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. A feature that you like about me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If you could give me anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. If you could describe me in one word, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. What word do I say all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is there anything you would like to say to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114949628265690714?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114949628265690714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114949628265690714' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114949628265690714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114949628265690714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/06/testing1-2-3testing.html' title='Testing...1 2 3....Testing'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114949438644297009</id><published>2006-06-05T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:59:46.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U want it....HAVE IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah I did want sun but I did not ask for boiling point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Home hell errr sweet Home...So am finally back home got here on friday by 7:00 a.m. had to see my relatives took me 10 hours and some came by home to meet me and did not yet finish...yeah Arabs and thier cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Am missing my "cheers mate" friends terribly *hint hint* come and visit me :D pweeez! It's boiling outside and mum has been asking me to loose weight mum would be happy if I looked hungry and starved to death then to her I would like "normal" AND nice! I mean maaan ... no comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to update becuz it's too hot and ahhh.. have nothing to say. Pssssst *whispers* to Qatar cat you can find lots of fun on (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluebanana.ae"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;www.bluebanana.ae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;) ;) Hope u like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114949438644297009?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114949438644297009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114949438644297009' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114949438644297009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114949438644297009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/06/u-want-ithave-it.html' title='U want it....HAVE IT'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114908810316754072</id><published>2006-05-31T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T08:08:23.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bushland</title><content type='html'>Sorry been away for some time....was enjoying my time in Bushland! I went through shit getting there slept at 2:00 a.m. had to wake up to catch the train to get to the airport 2 hours after that so I was dead tierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah got to the airport checked in and then checked the screens for the gate and it wasn't there my flight was at 12:40 and it was 11:30 so I thought ok will do a bit shopping that will keep me busy by 12:00 I went to check the screens again but the gate number was not yet announced, by 12:15 I started to worry so I thought I will go and ask a member of staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony: excuse me my flight is due to depart at 12:40 and the screen does not show the gate number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff: Oh nothing to worry about just stand infront of the screen and wait a little it will tell you don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony: Oh ok. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock...tick tock...it's 12:25 no sign of the gate on screen so I went to the information desk and there was another family who seem to have the same problem and I asked the lady behind the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony: Excuse me what gate should I be heading to for flight number ***!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Lady: It will show on the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony: (for fuck sake there is nothing on screen) Ummm but my flight is in 20 mins and the screen doesn't show me any gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lady: Then that means your flight has been delayed I can't tell u anything the only way to find out is to stand infront of the screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony: thanks (bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then went searching for another member of staff found this dude and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony: Excuse me I asked more then 3 members of staff my flight is leaving in 15 mins could I please know what the gate NUMBER IS??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely dude: lemme check for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony: Ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely dude: IT'S GATE 13 RUN RUN RUN u have 10 mins be4 take off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed my shoes and started runing ...met this member of staff on my way and she asks me what's ur name where are u in this list...so I say there that's me and she says RUN ...she picks her walkie talkie saying she is heading towards u she just passed me...SO I RUN RUN RUN...and get to the gate breathless and then complain that thier screens are messed up..got on the flight breathless...everyone is just staring at me like some terrorist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I get to chicago where I have to changed flights and I had only an hour and a half before my other flight departs plus I had to check out and check in again and go through the security point. The queue was SO LONG there was no way I would catch my flight I needed two hours to get to my turn to the security point...so 30 mins later I think fuck it I will cut through and tell them I have a flight to catch...so I cut through and just say I have a flight to catch some of them replied we have one too so all I had to say was then follow me...I can't wait I will miss my flight so I get at the front and the bitch staff says well u cut through I say so I need to catch a flight and she was like yeah ok fine as long as the ppl behind u don't mind...then I tell her no one is complaining !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get through and then again had 25 mins be4 my flight takes off and so my shoes had to come off once again and ran the marathon again until I got to my gate...I deserve a gold medal and I finally got to my desitination...and was in the "jet lag" phase and all confused and hungry got used to it in 2 days and then went SHOPPING SHOPPING SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well two lovely weeks pass by so fast and I had to get back to blairland and so I had to catch my flight from New york to london and had two hours to change airports and catch my flight to london and to make things worse the flight from my destination to new york was delayed by 25 mins!!! So I ask a member of the crew on the flight if I would b able to make it and he says he doubts it and that's the last flight to london...and he goes off asking someone else who knows NY better then that dude comes back to me and says : You got to run and speak to one of the agents and tell them abt ur problem...but u could make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again I get off the plane and run and ask an agent and the agent goes oh u can make it just run it's sunday and a holiday there is no traffic...so I wait for my bags which took another 25 mins and then run into a can saying to JFK plz HURRY my flight is in 1 hour mins and he says oh it takes 30 mins to get there..so I just had to pray in the cab and keep my fingers crossed he drove like a mad man and we got there in 20 mins and I went in and just JUST got my flight back to london!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH that was hectic...but I enjoyed my stay! Oh yeah in the airport whenever I got to the security check point they keep on bullshitin me and say oh ur a random check plz come with me and they check my bags and shit....yeah right I was a random...bullshit! Just becuz am an arab they think am a terrorist and they have to go through stupid security checks ...so yeah whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So got back to U.K. and am sooooooo in the "jet lag" phase I actually fall asleep at 4:00p.m. and wake up at 10:30 p.m. and then I can't sleep until 5:00 a.m. and then get up at 7:30 a.m. messed up I know...and so I have two nights to unpack and pack again becuz am going home for the summer!! Yay!!! Am leaving for home tomorrow so I might be a bit busy and slow with updates ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. (A big fast juicy kiss to my panda ;o) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114908810316754072?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114908810316754072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114908810316754072' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114908810316754072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114908810316754072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/05/bushland.html' title='Bushland'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114743018236895833</id><published>2006-05-12T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:36:22.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) What is love??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) does true/perfect love exist?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Is love there to torture us?? or make us happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Is love "really" blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Would u die for love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114743018236895833?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114743018236895833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114743018236895833' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114743018236895833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114743018236895833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114734093689774750</id><published>2006-05-11T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T02:48:56.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In university we meet different people with different backgrounds..but we learn to love each other and become friends no matter what differences we have (most of the time) BUT the Chiense they never hang around with anyone but from China and am talking out of experience of 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong they are friendly and sweet but they would never form a group of friends and go out with people from different countries wether they were from europe, africa, america ANYWHERE! The fact that you live with one for 2 years and she hardly even says Good Morning is not really nice is it?? until me and my flat mates make an attempt to say Hi when we meet in the kitchen with her only then will she reply back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Another thing is that thier english is very bad, yes I understand their first language is not english but neither is mine, but when am spoken to I do understand and could reply back clearly, but most of the chiense in the uni hardly construct one full proper sentence. Especially when u try to explain something to them if they had done something wrong OH MY GOD it's as if I am in a battle and end up practicing sign language with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I mean ok let's take my school the business school if she can't understand something I say at home how on earth does she understand the lecturer that brings in business terms that even the english themselves need an explnation for. The lecturer in class also uses stronger words so how do they understand anything??? Does she act as if she does not understand jack shit so she won't have to do what am asking her to do or accept her mistake?? Or do they truley don't understand the language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so then maybe they should stop hanging around with each other and speaking nothing but thier own mother tounge language maybe they should start forming friends outside the box and practice thier english and as well educate themselves about different countries and cultures it is fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114734093689774750?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114734093689774750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114734093689774750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114734093689774750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114734093689774750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it???'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114690790712425725</id><published>2006-05-06T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:31:47.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>365 days old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday dear "BLAH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Youuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*clap*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114690790712425725?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114690790712425725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114690790712425725' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114690790712425725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114690790712425725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/05/365-days-old.html' title='365 days old!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114686148428058876</id><published>2006-05-05T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:40:51.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUTANA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah this annoying flat mate ...why do I have annoying flat mates...she appeares from no where once every 100 years ok maybe not 100 years but you know what I mean..so anyways she first comes into the flat thumping up the stairs like there is no tomorrow and then SLAMS the door behind her which shakes the whole flat! so I breath in and out calm ....must stay calm! So at night as me and the afghan and panda were talking she comes out looking like a witch and asks us to keep it down becuz she is trying to sleep and she has an "exam" as if no one has an exam other then her...well she better stop slaming and thumping up and down the stairs for once and stop disturbing everyone else in the early hours of the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She brings in her bf and they both take over the WHOLE kitchen like they own it mind you he does not pay for the flat..moving on they destory the whole kitchen with thier organic food and dirt everywhere the hob is disgusting and looks like someone has puked all over it and then they just think they could leave the kitchen...anyway then comes the afghan fumes and starting pulling her hair! so she asks me and panda and we both say no it wasn't us...so WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE!!! mmmm let me guess?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I knock on the "organics" door and call her to the kitchen and ask her if she was the one who left the hob dirty...she stares at it for like 100 hours I mean people come on if it wasn't you...you would just say no it wasn't me..you don't have to think wether it's you or not unless yeah it was YOU...so like a "putana" (practising my greek) she denies it...oh maybe it's my mother who cooked on the hob then...so she ends up cleaning it she was like oh I don't mind cleaning it though...AS IF SHE WOULD EVER CLEAN AFTER HERSELF IN THE FIRST PLACE so that she would b so kind to clean after someone else??? BULLSHIT she is such a lair she did it! LAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah next....we put a notice on the door asking anyone and everyone to make sure the door doesn't slam behind them after they leave and like a whore this moring at 8:00 a.m. SHE SLAMS THE DOOR even after reading the notice....that was it for me I went and put a notice on the door specified to her asking her if she has problems understanding??? and she should stop slamming the door behind her...she obviously read it and took the note down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and then the cheecky cow keeps on thumping up and down the corridor all day and slaming doors like it's no one's business...when am trying to study...so yeah tonight I will scream my head off and let me see her asking me to keep it low I will just burst into her face telling her to shut the hell up and that she should stop bothering me and runing up and down the floor with her organic self loooool dunno why I said that...n e way yeah let the game begin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114686148428058876?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114686148428058876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114686148428058876' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114686148428058876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114686148428058876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/05/putana.html' title='PUTANA!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114658977131130893</id><published>2006-05-02T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T10:09:31.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh pink?? whaaat? No way...</title><content type='html'>So yeah I thought I would update my blog becuz all my fans out there deserve it! lol anyway I haven't been upto anything other then studying and looking at my four walls...and am sure no one is intrested to hear abt my books and four walls...but I did end up going to take my photo sitting with my friends and the pics looked fab...well some did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering why do we always allocate colours to specific sexs like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK &lt;/span&gt;for girls and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;for boys...says who?? why can't &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;be for boy and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; for girls I mean if a girl wore &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;no one would really point out and perhaps get a compliment or two.. but if a boy for example wore a bright &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; people might give him funny looks and wonder hmmm is he gay??...why is that??? what if &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; was for boys?? why do we judge people?? who ever said &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;was just a girly colour and actually I love it when a boy wears a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; shirt like baby &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; I think it's cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we humans decieded to allocate specific colours to sepcific genders that does not mean every single individual has to follow and abide by the rules it's not a fact that a boy who wears &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; is gay or wrong or whatever...just like how we humans like to believe this is for female and that is for male well maybe some people out there would also like to believe not! Nothing wrong with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell summer!!! go on boys go shopping in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114658977131130893?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114658977131130893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114658977131130893' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114658977131130893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114658977131130893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/05/huh-pink-whaaat-no-way.html' title='Huh pink?? whaaat? No way...'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114590728019015921</id><published>2006-04-24T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:34:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh ..CRAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I mean what the hell was that!!! Couldn't he make it anymore difficult...had my first exam today and it was sooooooooooo crap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1) Questions were just out of order ...it was too much to swallow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There wasn't enough time and I missed a whole 20 mark question becuz time was up! GR8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Feeling like shit.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This teacher is just sick I had him last year and he just had to give us the worst exam ever and this year there we go again with the worst questions ever...this same module's exam last year was sooo easy and just when it's my turn the exam had to be crap..am so nervous and worried&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but I have to keep all that behind... it's the past and there's nothing I can change it's done that's it got to concentrate on my next exam! But I just think it's soo unfair! Is my year jinxed?? or is it my crapy luck! come to think abt it I have one more exam AND I AM DONE!!! I am a graduate wohoooooooooo..plus the exam is only 50% of my module so hopefulley my assignment will help. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone having a bad day?? anyone hate exams?? anyone feeling me out there?? :o(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114590728019015921?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114590728019015921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114590728019015921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114590728019015921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114590728019015921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-crap.html' title='Oh ..CRAP'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114553785374615739</id><published>2006-04-20T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T05:57:33.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAUSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Won't be posting much now..because my finals start on Monday. Have to concentrate for once atleast!! for now I will leave u with my Japanese name ..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kira Anenokoji&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114553785374615739?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114553785374615739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114553785374615739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114553785374615739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114553785374615739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/04/pause.html' title='PAUSE.'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114553740592114216</id><published>2006-04-20T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T05:50:05.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Path Number is 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/path.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your purpose in life is to help others&lt;br /&gt;You are very compassionate, and you offer comfort to those around you.It pains you to see other people hurting, and you do all in your power to help them.You take on responsibility, and don't mind personal sacrifice. You are the ultimate giver.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you offer warmth and protection to your partner.&lt;br /&gt;You often give too much of yourself, and you rarely put your own needs first.Emotions tend to rule your decisions too much, especially when it comes to love.And while taking care of people is great, make sure to give them room to grow on their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Life Path Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114553740592114216?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114553740592114216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114553740592114216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114553740592114216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114553740592114216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-life-path-number-is-6_114553740592114216.html' title=''/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114519366058708209</id><published>2006-04-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T06:21:00.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi Afghan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This post is dedicated to the&lt;br /&gt;1)afghan,&lt;br /&gt;2)2.8, cuntingham mate&lt;br /&gt;3)bitch from the block. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah she's all of the above....Afghan why you do me like that??? I gave u all my love...and you back stab me just like that and check out froggles blog and even DARE TO shout in his shout box and not even recognise the existence of my blog. My heart has broken to a million pieces and no u can never mend it..don't even think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove myself right you will never even know the existence of this post becuz u just completely disaprove of my blog's existence. No excuses accepted that's it afghan...everything between us is over..over...OVER!!! *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl doesn't it hurt so much when u give so much and get nothing back in return not even...not...no..n *SOB*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114519366058708209?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114519366058708209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114519366058708209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114519366058708209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114519366058708209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/04/oi-afghan.html' title='Oi Afghan!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114510308448062190</id><published>2006-04-15T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:31:48.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back...*urgh*</title><content type='html'>am really hungry and looking like a monster..need to get back to normal...and yeah start studying for my finals am sure ur all jelous now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114510308448062190?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114510308448062190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114510308448062190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114510308448062190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114510308448062190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/04/backurgh.html' title='Back...*urgh*'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114393511245860215</id><published>2006-04-01T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:45:12.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/4/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okayyyyy...it's already midnight and it's the 2nd of april now BUT I totaly forgot that it was April fool until I check qatarcat's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://qatarcat.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://qatarcat.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So have any of you been fooled? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114393511245860215?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114393511245860215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114393511245860215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114393511245860215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114393511245860215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/04/142006.html' title='1/4/2006'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114393453146551530</id><published>2006-04-01T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:35:08.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Doggie Woggie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This entry is dedicated to 2.4 also known as doggie woggie and panda! lol and also used the colour she loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So yeah.....tick tock ...tick tock...AM BORED! Today I got my utter most satisfaction ahhhhhhhh why? how? huh? I went SHOPPING...mostly everything was on HALF PRICE and it felt sooo good but one annoying thing is that when a shop is on sale..you can't move it becomes sooo packed!! It's like half of Oman's population...and half of the clothes are on the floor. I don't understand why people just don't put back things on the rack/shelf/whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah went shopping with "RE" lool that's her nickname, and then wanted to go have some yummy thai food and they were closed how silly...so we thought mmmm pizaa hut lunch buffet sounds good so yeah we were dead hungry by then digged into the yummy food. I WAS SO FULL I couldn't move *hate that feeling* ...Panda and Alai are gone and I am missing them teribly well rude girl left today too&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (btw they are all nick names i don't live in the zoo no real panda)&lt;/span&gt; BUT...."re" is still here..and alai will b back on MONDAY yaaaay :D (with my krispy kream donuts I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still hungry but it's midnight am not going to feed my hungry self at this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...(it's a sin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah some of u thinking maybe it's wise to start revising for my exams that are coming up in 3 weeks well I DON'T WANT TO! I don't feel like it am sick of studying and am sick of everything related to it...well I might as well go to bed and then meet froglet tomorrow for a lovely lunch meal and then ......WAFFLES mmmmmmmmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night xxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114393453146551530?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114393453146551530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114393453146551530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114393453146551530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114393453146551530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-my-doggie-woggie.html' title='For my Doggie Woggie!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114357338566929071</id><published>2006-03-28T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:16:25.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipeeeeeeeeeeeee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YAY so yeah I finally finished all my assignments....*phew* It's time for me to sit back..relax and enjoy...NOT becuase exams are coming up soon..will I ever sit back relax and enjoy??? When will I see the light?? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right am hungry going to eat and then dunno do nothing for once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114357338566929071?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114357338566929071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114357338566929071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114357338566929071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114357338566929071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/03/yipeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Yipeeeeeeeeeeeee!!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114307663442029025</id><published>2006-03-22T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:17:14.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:o(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know when something inside u hurts...and you don't know why maybe u do but there is just too much going on at one time...I just feel heart broken...sad....I just can't yet point at what is really hurting/bothering me...It's just sometimes u feel like why am i being tortured?? Why am I being punished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like crying out loud inside u can't just express it outside because it's toooo LOUD...it's killing me inside and the wounds just won't seem to heal although I don't know what is really causing it. I just feel really lonely..I do have loved ones who are here to give me 100% support but sometimes I just need...I dunno what I need..Baby face is the closest way I can express myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sitting here thinking about how am I going to do without you around in my life&lt;br /&gt;and how am I going to get by I ain't go no days just lonely night's you want the truth well am not alright feel like am out of place and out of mind I feel like am going to loose my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how it feels..it's like everyday I die wish I was dreaming but it's real when I open my eyes!!! :'(  Am dieing here it's clear to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114307663442029025?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114307663442029025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114307663442029025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114307663442029025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114307663442029025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/03/o.html' title=':o('/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114245144882236774</id><published>2006-03-15T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:37:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How can a plastic bag full of sweet wrapers and other stuff and a rug become a fire hazzard????? I'll leave you with the thought .....Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114245144882236774?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114245144882236774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114245144882236774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114245144882236774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114245144882236774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/03/question.html' title='Question?????'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114242582033236573</id><published>2006-03-15T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T04:30:20.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIX youself first....</title><content type='html'>You know when someone doesn't see their own mistakes and points at you when you hardly did anything in the first place ok lemme explain it to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my subjects this semster is to form a group and do a report together...so there we are 5 of us names will be changed for private reasons so the 5 memebrs are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tomato: Ever since tomato joined the group, this person did NOTHING he/she expects the rest of the group to do all the work he/she brings research of like 20 pages and then expects us to get the information out on our own for him/her and type out the essay. He/she missed so many meetings not that it matters if he/she is there or not cuz we go zero contribution from him/her....tomato is a very close friend of Potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Potato: Does alot of work and he/she pulls their weight in the group and attends meetings although missing some and coming like 45mins to an hour and half late to some, also likes to be in control and acts bossy and we must do what her/his majesty commands us to do becuz he/she feels like they are the only ones with opinions and he/she makes the best points althought half of his/her work is based on what other writers think he/she hardly has any originality in his/her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cucumber: Comes to the meetings shuts us up with come chocolate muffins and ribena drinks but cumcumber brings in very useful research and NOT 1000 pages of crap like tomato. Cucumber sits there cracks jokes and chills goes for a smoke every few hours and is in control of life and all that anyways...moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Carrot: use to bring research first days but then slowly started to give up on us and our crap group...BUT he/she does all the typing and actually puts in his/her work in the essay so yeah there is ONE useful person in the group (Hallelujah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Me: I do my work sometimes if I find useful information or if I understand what is expected so yeah am just another carrot....I am late sometimes to the meeting for like 5 to 15 mins so I was once only 5 mins late and potato thinks he/she has the odasity to complain and say oh I was late and stuff in a joking tone (but serious) u know when someone tries to bring it out ina joke but they are actually not...so yeah anyways he/she comes 45 mins late to the group meeting and thinks he/she can bring his/her face upto me and tell me i was 5 mins late...secondly atleast am late for 5 mins but I do what is expected of me to do..unlike her friend tomato who hardly attends the meetings and plus DOES NOTHING.....ppl r just soooooo !#$%% I don't know what to say anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue is that there is a flatmate I have who has THE MOST i meant it the most annoying squeeist voice ever and when she starts talking the whole building can hear her...so yeah everyone makes noise on the floor at times and all...so when am laughing and stuff she comes up to me in a joking tone saying "hey ur verrrry NAUGHTY ur so Loud re" In that annoying accent of hers so I just look at her and think ur not worth me talking back to u or ur so lame ur not even funny....so yeah she does it all the time even if I said nothing she makes up stories and says oh she heard me say this I am noisy and loud and shouts and althought she is just joking but somehow means it am getting fed up of this becuz am not the "ONLY" one there laughing and shouting but if others sit in the corrider laughing their life out she will have no gutts to go face them EVEN AS A JOKE to say they were noisy (chicken shit).....her bf is always around and smokes like a dragon and our floor is a non smoking floor and I never say anything i just let her go ...and she brings friends until 3:00 a.m. and has the not only loudest voice but IT'S SO HIGH PITCHED it's really really annoying and yet i never say anything....but maybe becuz i never say anything she doesn't realise how annoying she is ...but now I am going to be such a B***H and go upto her knock her door and shut her up and if her bf is over and starts smoking I will go upto her and show her the flat rules....blind idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114242582033236573?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114242582033236573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114242582033236573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114242582033236573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114242582033236573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/03/fix-youself-first.html' title='FIX youself first....'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114203375200724324</id><published>2006-03-10T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:35:52.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copying The frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ok so yeah lecture started at 12:00 it sucked but I atleast understood something! (unlike others who seemed like they were in la la land or maybe lulu land??) So yeah finished at 2:00 and then though nah am not going for the tutorial and how wierd lecturer was "kind" enough to give us the answers...soooooo yeah had a choco muffin mmmmm then chilled for a bit...went back at 3:00 for this lecture that y3ni malah da3y!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat there laughing with the frog abt the oddest jokes couldn't stop laughing and the lecturer was getting frsutrated at this point so he was looking at me n the frog I called my flat mate to share the joke she was laughing so loudly am sure the next buidling heard her (as usual)... so finished the lecture at 5:00 ofcourse were better than others who play X,O in class....we joke atleast lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah got home had dinner and IT'S FRIDAY!!! weekend atlast...missing my panda (other flatmate) but yeah i will survive besides am looking forward to see my sister tomorrow inshallah :D....mmmmm I want millies cookies!! (ok ok out of topic but couldn't help it) so yeah that's my BORING friday classes from 12:00 to 5:00 ....yeah yeah sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114203375200724324?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114203375200724324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114203375200724324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114203375200724324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114203375200724324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/03/copying-frog.html' title='Copying The frog'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114182910191769813</id><published>2006-03-08T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T06:46:50.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mabrook to Warda and welcome baby Ethaar :) xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ok class welcome our new classmate &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FROGY&lt;/span&gt; and his &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"froglet"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the blog world you can check out his blog and get his link from my favourite blogs....so yeah froggy is just a freak naaah naah am just joking he is infact the biggest FREAK ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah he could be nice....bites sometimes but I have started to train him not too...the closest u can get without being biten is to check his blog out ..so ppl please do ...u'll enjoy it...money back guranteed! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeah right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114182910191769813?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114182910191769813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114182910191769813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114182910191769813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114182910191769813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114046148747014720</id><published>2006-02-20T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:53:56.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally she's out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok so finally one of my flatmates is moving out...we actually hate her she is such a baby anyway i learnt to just ignore her and move on.. she is the type that is like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying girl: Hi Irony...how was your morning darling? (big fat hug)&lt;br /&gt;Irony: Yeah am ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;(what's up with all the luving??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Annoying girl: Guess what ...starts bitching abt other girls on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Irony: paaaaauuuse....a ..h.a ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;(leaves the kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So the annoying girl would wait for the next pray to come into the kitchen to bitch abt me behind my back basically the girl is just sick...I thought ok this is really childish I will just ignore her...UNTIL....she started abusing arabs about how they are uncivilised and thier religion is so dumb and ...and... and... so I thought hold on we need to talk so she beats me to it and comes to me asking me Irony i feel that there is tension between us girls on the floor is there a problem.. OFCOURSE there is and so i take it all out...so she says she was sorry and no she didn't mean it like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(bull crap)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Life moves on ..........................until lol one night after me and the other 3 girls come back from a party one of the girls went to answer the phone and missed the action that happened in the corridor so we decieded to go n tell her ...after kncoking her door she deciedes to write us silly notes under the door sweraing at us and asking as to butt off...but we continue to read the notes and laugh and knock again...ONE of the mad friends i have put the notes under the annoying girls door as a joke and then we stuff them alllllll under her door...the other two got so paranoid they started using the ruler to get it out as the annoying girl was home for the weekend thet tried and tried but to no avail! SO...they stick a post it note for the cleaner becuz she is the only one who has the spare key to remove the notes and put them in the kitchen bin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THE SMART cleaner takes the post it note bins it and takes all the abusive notes and puts it by the annoying girls bedside table LOL how clever is that!!!!! the annoying girl comes back see's the notes and starts crying and complaining to the cleaner so the cleaner started knocking on our door wanting to know who did it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as if anyone would tell her)....&lt;/span&gt;plus it's non of her business but I guess the girls made it her business when she was asked to bin them....so the girl is now moving out becuz she thinks we were a bunch of bullies...infact we are not a bunch of bullies those notes were not even meant for her in the first place it was meant for us as a freakin joke..but as long as we are getting rid of her from our floor..it's all good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114046148747014720?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114046148747014720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114046148747014720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114046148747014720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114046148747014720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-shes-out.html' title='Finally she&apos;s out!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114012989524571270</id><published>2006-02-16T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:44:55.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of SMA</title><content type='html'>Okay SMA= strategic management accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aim/goal is to find out whether or not Intangible assets (assets that do not have a physical existence i.e. brands, customer loyalty and so on...) have a way to be measured I found out a study carried out by Luthy (1998) and Williams (2000) both of them have found out four methods of measuring the intangible assets :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dierct Intellectual capital methods&lt;br /&gt;2) Market capitalization methods&lt;br /&gt;3) Return on Assets methods&lt;br /&gt;4) Scorecard methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However if these methods are accurate and give a true and fair view of the value of the intagible assets then it would be easy for us to improve management control on our intagible assets. How could we know if these measurments are accurate?? unless ofcourse we apply it but applying it means bringing external or even internal help to do the measurement which is costly and perhaps at the end of the day we won't get the exact measurment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR another issue is that maybe intangible assets can't be measured hence it then can't be managed "What can't be measured can't be managed" which most views agree with so at the end of the day..the question is "Can intangible assets be measured and therefore managed?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114012989524571270?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114012989524571270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114012989524571270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114012989524571270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114012989524571270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-bit-of-sma.html' title='A little bit of SMA'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-114009880112007326</id><published>2006-02-16T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T06:06:41.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah ....It's a post finally!</title><content type='html'>I KNOW it's about time I updated this blog, but my life was going through a rollercaoster lately. Firstly I would like to announce that "FROGGY" got engaged, mabrook ya froggy kabart ya waldy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I have alot of work coming up latley so i don't promise to be updating often but I will try, there is an assignment that I have to hand in my next month and basically I have to talk about the efficiency of a stock market and whether fraud existed or not and what do I think should be done to aliminate it or improve the market..etc..I then chose to talk about Muscat stock market (MSM). Now it is impossible that there is no fraud at all in any stock market it seems too fake I did ask some people and they were like fraud does not exist in MSM ok it might not exist but even if ti did where in the world will i get the info I mean MSM won't annouce it ( Hello world we've got fraud!!) I tried searching newspapers but ofcourse no hope!  I  might as well go on talking about how there is no fraud and how I live in this perfect place called Muscat I might as well talk about how they can improve the thiings they good i don't see why good can't be excellent. Oh well if any of you have something to add please do, will be much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-114009880112007326?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/114009880112007326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=114009880112007326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114009880112007326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/114009880112007326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-its-post-finally.html' title='Yeah ....It&apos;s a post finally!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113396694154912254</id><published>2005-12-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T06:49:02.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break!</title><content type='html'>Thought of taking a break from my sad life...am sick of books they make me dizzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/serious-dating.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.But you may be ready in a couple of years.You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113396694154912254?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113396694154912254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113396694154912254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113396694154912254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113396694154912254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/12/break_07.html' title='Break!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113380977874718496</id><published>2005-12-05T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:09:48.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy..</title><content type='html'>I won't be posting at the time being, I have my finals coming up soon and I need to do some serious studying. When am done inshallah I will start posting again soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no one ask for any update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all and pray for moi..Love ya all xxxxxxxxxx :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113380977874718496?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113380977874718496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113380977874718496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113380977874718496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113380977874718496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/12/busy.html' title='Busy..'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113339830664979153</id><published>2005-11-30T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:51:46.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawwwwwwn</title><content type='html'>I used to be the kind that the minute I put my head on my pillow I am in daisy land but for the past two days I have been forcin gmy self to sleep and I can't get any sleep i just sit on bed for hours miving left and right....I would hate to think that I got Insomnia I doubt it though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go get my self (Nytol) maybe it will help! because the last thing I need now is sleepless nights exams are just round the corner..yeah and plus I start feeling hot and itchy when I do finally fall asleep then the heat wakes me up agian!! If I leave my windows open I will freeze to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP needed any doctor in the house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113339830664979153?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113339830664979153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113339830664979153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113339830664979153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113339830664979153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/11/yawwwwwwn.html' title='Yawwwwwwn'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113319092178024021</id><published>2005-11-28T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T07:15:21.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gutts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I hate it when I work my *** out on an asignment and have sleepless night just for someone to demand to see my essay so they can copy the structure. I don't mind if the person needs help and stuck but not just because they don't feel like doing any work they think they have the right to copy my work...And then when ur finally going to bed very late because ur working on it the idiot starts calling u 3 hours later like 1000000 times on the landline and the mobile and sends 1000 messages and then even has the odasity to come to ur place and ring the bell a zillion times...ppl just have too much guts in this world...pffffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Why did the skeleton Burp???....because he didn't have the gutts to FART...ahahahahahhaha.. It is funny..well atleast I think it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113319092178024021?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113319092178024021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113319092178024021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113319092178024021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113319092178024021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/11/gutts.html' title='Gutts'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113278936046267091</id><published>2005-11-23T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T15:42:40.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimosa...</title><content type='html'>Yummmmmm...I just had a lovely turkish meal. Anyone for a good turkish meal???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lamb in a very yummmy yummy some kind of tomato sauce and youghurt and rice..am so full 7amdillah right now..u know wen ur so full u end up feeling sleepy..anyway it is bed time got classes tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113278936046267091?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113278936046267091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113278936046267091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113278936046267091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113278936046267091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/11/mimosa.html' title='Mimosa...'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113270727351717826</id><published>2005-11-22T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:54:33.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ufffffff..... BARD</title><content type='html'>Bard in english = It's cold. I hate it I REALLY DO...when it's extreamly cold my fingers freeze my nose goes red makes me look like a clown and I don't feel like going anywhere makes me lazy I don't even feel like going to class... The worst part is that it is already shity cold enough and then this ANNOYING wind is what I last need it's so cold it's just there slaping  you on the face...but then u always have best friends like hot chocolate and mint tea :o) I will treasure thier friendship forever...*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the option to choose between the freezing weather here or the boiling weather back home I would definatley choose the boiling summers because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) U must keep warm 24/7 u can't even walk without swearing and shivering or complaining whereas at home u have a/c where ever u go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The heater sucks when it's in ur face... when u switch on the a/c and feel that mesmerizing breeze WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The SUN is there u can actually enjoy the long day....but over here it's already dark by 4:00 which is so depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's so cold and I want to go Home :0(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113270727351717826?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113270727351717826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113270727351717826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113270727351717826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113270727351717826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/11/ufffffff-bard.html' title='ufffffff..... BARD'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113260918340571830</id><published>2005-11-21T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:39:43.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>Sorry people for being away...but am back to planet Earth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My stupid laptop died on me&lt;br /&gt;2) I had to get a new one and then install the connection and all&lt;br /&gt;3) I was busy with studies latley and I have my finals coming up in 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;4) I love u all too ..hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113260918340571830?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113260918340571830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113260918340571830' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113260918340571830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113260918340571830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/11/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113197413158767031</id><published>2005-11-14T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T05:20:00.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think so!</title><content type='html'>A link I took from Warda earlier today....The part where am a bit unusual ummm nah! And my blog tends to shock..that's intresting I wonder if it really does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant Garde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/unique.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a bit ... unusual. And so is your blog.You're impulsive, and you'll often post the first thing that pops in your head.Completely uncensored, you blog tends to shock... even though that's not your intent.You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113197413158767031?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113197413158767031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113197413158767031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113197413158767031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113197413158767031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-think-so.html' title='I don&apos;t think so!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113182165682683509</id><published>2005-11-12T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:54:16.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know fireworks are nice and all but ENOUGH is enough!!! Just when assignments and serious work starts stupid people in this town deciede to behave like idiots! Every night I really mean (EVERY) night. It's bad enough that I can't really concentrate on my work...and it's really hard the last thing I need is that stupid..annoying...BANG ! Arrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP 999...911..anyone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113182165682683509?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113182165682683509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113182165682683509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113182165682683509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113182165682683509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/11/fire.html' title='FIRE!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113167287117318037</id><published>2005-11-10T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:35:50.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you...NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It really hurts when someone acts as if thier your friends...just to use you. It's so amazing how they think your stupid and you don't notice or they can just use you cause your dumb. Not knwoing that they are dumb and it's just that my nature is to be kind and polite but there is a limit because if they cross that limit I will actually become a bitch and her worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think should I become so mean harsh...but then it's not worth it but somehow I think I will put a limits to all this.I just hate it...it actually hurts when u treat someone like your sister and they in return have nothing but bad intentions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finally handed in my assignment today it was one of those assignments that I would have to say I was lucky this time round. Anyway I slept at like 6:30 a.m. and I was laready awake by 11:00 am dead tierd....I can't sleep because one of my friends has come over to spend the night and she has alot to pour out...I will eventually sleep anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113167287117318037?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113167287117318037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113167287117318037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113167287117318037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113167287117318037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-younot.html' title='I love you...NOT!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113110372916480544</id><published>2005-11-04T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T03:28:49.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst</title><content type='html'>I have so much work to do, I don't know what to do and what to leave. It's killing me by the end of this session I would probably end up with high blood pressure. The first thing that woke me up this morning is the thought that I have to do my work, my heart starts beating soo soo fast and I think to myself okay first I need to calm down so I can think what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final exams are coming up and all of a sudden last night it hits me this is my LAST chance but then I don't have the time to read for my exams because I have to write up my bloody essay's I have 3 of them to hand in this month (it's killing me) when am nervous I lose focus on everything I do which is not a good way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY it would be a good idea for me to start now instead of bloging, oh yeah tonight is bonfire night yay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113110372916480544?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113110372916480544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113110372916480544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113110372916480544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113110372916480544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/11/burst.html' title='Burst'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-113078722739964349</id><published>2005-10-31T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:33:47.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Warda and LYM</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like posting because am not in the mood. You know when your sad but you just don't know why? there is too many things happening and your out of control, but in the end I convince myself that things happen for a reason and perhaps at the end there is something better waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like am not with it am just not in this world my mind is just floating somewhere and i can't stop day dreaming even if I forced myself too, and life moves on........ This is something that I very much adore written by a very dear friend:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Purple Haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under this purple haze&lt;br /&gt;I find myself drifting&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where to go&lt;br /&gt;I know you are close&lt;br /&gt;I hear you&lt;br /&gt;I hear my name&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;I start running&lt;br /&gt;No destination&lt;br /&gt;No aim in mind&lt;br /&gt;But to find you&lt;br /&gt;To hold you&lt;br /&gt;And love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you crying&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere beyond me&lt;br /&gt;As I stop&lt;br /&gt;And stand&lt;br /&gt;Facing the ground&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless&lt;br /&gt;For I have failed you&lt;br /&gt;And lost you&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***  ***  ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore once to protect you&lt;br /&gt;To keep you near&lt;br /&gt;To keep you safe&lt;br /&gt;From every harm&lt;br /&gt;From yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always different&lt;br /&gt;Always somehow special&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a secret&lt;br /&gt;So heavy it tore you apart&lt;br /&gt;And I watched you suffer&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;No power at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw the end&lt;br /&gt;You knew it was near &lt;br /&gt;You knew many things&lt;br /&gt;But kept them to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Silence always overcame you&lt;br /&gt;And you never told me anything&lt;br /&gt;But I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And wish that I couldn’t&lt;br /&gt;For I have seen things&lt;br /&gt;Things that made me weep&lt;br /&gt;And realise how strong you are&lt;br /&gt;Strong yet fragile&lt;br /&gt;A paradox within yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***  ***  ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning&lt;br /&gt;You knew I loved you&lt;br /&gt;And drowned me with affection&lt;br /&gt;That led to nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dusk when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I promised to let you go&lt;br /&gt;And not follow you&lt;br /&gt;For you were not mine&lt;br /&gt;You never were&lt;br /&gt;And now you are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to meet with your destiny&lt;br /&gt;A destiny we had hidden from&lt;br /&gt;And tried so hard to escape&lt;br /&gt;So knowing full well I loved you&lt;br /&gt;You were leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wake up&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;In cold sweat&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot help but blame myself&lt;br /&gt;For losing you&lt;br /&gt;In that purple haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feras Sheraiff©&lt;br /&gt;3/3/2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-113078722739964349?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/113078722739964349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=113078722739964349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113078722739964349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/113078722739964349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/10/dedicated-to-warda-and-lym_31.html' title='Dedicated to Warda and LYM'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-112784330620510800</id><published>2005-09-27T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T10:48:26.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Of Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I found something intresting in my inbox today thought I would share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show&lt;br /&gt;for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me&lt;br /&gt;that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw. Last week,&lt;br /&gt;you came home and didn't notice that I had gotten my hair and nails done,&lt;br /&gt;cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new negligee. You came&lt;br /&gt;home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching the&lt;br /&gt;game. You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't touch me&lt;br /&gt;or anything. Either you're cheating or you don't love me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;what ever the case is, I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you're trying to find me, don't. Your BROTHER and I are moving&lt;br /&gt;away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your EX-Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex-Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you&lt;br /&gt;and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a far&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that doesn't work. I did notice when you&lt;br /&gt;cut off all of your hair last week, the first thing that came to mind was&lt;br /&gt;"You look just like a man!" My mother raised me to not say anything if&lt;br /&gt;you can't say anything nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cooked my favorite meal, you must&lt;br /&gt;have gotten me confused with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork&lt;br /&gt;seven years ago. I went to sleep on you when you had on that new&lt;br /&gt;negligee because the price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was a&lt;br /&gt;coincidence that my brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that&lt;br /&gt;morning and your negligee was $49.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars,&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home&lt;br /&gt;you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess. I hope you have the&lt;br /&gt;filling life you always wanted. My lawyer said with your letter that you&lt;br /&gt;wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother was born&lt;br /&gt;Carla. I hope that's not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich As Hell and Free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-112784330620510800?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/112784330620510800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=112784330620510800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112784330620510800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112784330620510800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/09/letter-of-divorce.html' title='Letter Of Divorce'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-112765480926824110</id><published>2005-09-25T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T06:26:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I bought the new Nano I-pod in white and I am in LOVE with it. It also comes in black, It's really cute 4GB which could take upto a (1000 songs) was out of stock so I had to get the 2GB which could take upto (500 songs) couldn't wait until the 4GB comes in stock again, but anyway  I won't end up listening to more then 500 songs anyway. Am sure I will change and update the songs from time to time. It also has 4 funky games that u can play when ur bored&lt;br /&gt;1) Solitare&lt;br /&gt;2) Brick&lt;br /&gt;3)Music quiz&lt;br /&gt;4)Parachute&lt;br /&gt;Music quiz is my favourite they bring 5 song names up and play one of them and u have to guess which one it is before the time is up! nice ha? :p, Oh yeah it also has this photo option when u play a song the artist's pic appears.  Seriously you all should get urselves one they are really cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(apple should pay me for advertising)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Kaza I updated !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-112765480926824110?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/112765480926824110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=112765480926824110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112765480926824110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112765480926824110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/09/nano.html' title='Nano!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-112765399271955277</id><published>2005-09-25T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T06:13:12.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>Am finally back in Uni...well this year sucks with half of my friends graduated and gone I miss them so much :(..but anyways my other babes are still out there and they are fun to be around with too. So final year ( yeah finally) ummm it's very stressfull I already have assignments to start and presentations to prepare I though third year was the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough about school the weather is ok excluding the rain ofcourse...and shakoosh HAS GROWN so much he gained so much weight and looks cuter than ever. I'll update as soon as I get time to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-112765399271955277?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/112765399271955277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=112765399271955277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112765399271955277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112765399271955277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/09/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-112435577082067462</id><published>2005-08-18T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:02:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok now I can finally say Mabroooooooooooooooooook Warda (I wasn't sure since if I could post or not :p)...so can the shopping start now? seems that I will have alot of shopping to do there are 4 Munchkins coming soon :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish for a boy or girl? (twins will do too)&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel? (becuz am excited hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now I really have to get you my special frappy...give me the place,date and time and the frappy would be on it's way :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-112435577082067462?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/112435577082067462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=112435577082067462' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112435577082067462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112435577082067462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/08/expecting.html' title='Expecting..'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-112315003059865148</id><published>2005-08-03T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T03:07:10.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me....&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me........&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaapppppyyyyyyy Birrrrrrrrrrthday to meeeeeeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gettin old yay! Gifts are accepted until next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-112315003059865148?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/112315003059865148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=112315003059865148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112315003059865148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112315003059865148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-112090561968499676</id><published>2005-07-09T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T03:42:55.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabroook</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="4427cd74"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabrook to Mr&amp;Mrs (A) on their 1st anniversary &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mabrook to Mrs (M) for her 25th birthday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mabrook to Mr&amp;amp;Mrs (S) on the birth of thier 1st baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mabrook to Ibrahim Mohammed from wining the title Najm al Khaleej &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mabrook to Miss (A,O and I) you finally graduated! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mabrook to myself because I deserve a mabrook for nothing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-112090561968499676?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/112090561968499676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=112090561968499676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112090561968499676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/112090561968499676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/07/mabroook.html' title='Mabroook'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111928298710799327</id><published>2005-06-20T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T05:23:47.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>today as every other day mum complains...today the complain of the day was that I do not know how to cook...episode 1 in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Irony that's NOT the proper way of washing the rice.&lt;br /&gt;Irony: then?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: move..I will show you how to do it. Irony: ok (to myself I thought ok what is the difference?) Mum: Irony you prepare the salad&lt;br /&gt;Irony: ok&lt;br /&gt;Mum: NO you do not cut the cucumber like you cut it in this way what your doing is wrong look at me and learn I will show it to you only ONCE open your eyes well!&lt;br /&gt;Irony: *pressure rising* you know mum everythig I do is NOT wrong it's just that I have different ways of making things and you have different ways of making them but that does not mean I do NOT know how to make this n that&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *raising her eyebrow* NO you don't know anything NO NO NO...what will u do when you get married???&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself oh no! not this marrige subject plz am not getting married next week everything is related to getting married...ufff!!&lt;br /&gt;Irony: Khair until that day...I would have a cook&lt;br /&gt;Mum: SO YOU GOING TO TAKE A COOK THE FIRST DAY YOU GET MARRIED??&lt;br /&gt;Irony: it's not important am not getting married next week so it's ok&lt;br /&gt;Mum: don't just stand there go and check on the food it's burning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that everyone has thier own style of doing things but noooo her's is the right way and everything I do is the wrong way of doing things! It's just sooo annoying..It doesn't matter how you make that dish so long as you make it right...but she DOES NOT agree with this concept. NOW I know why she has been looking for a cook for the past 2 months and every cook that comes is kicked and knows nothing as she says. Fellow blogers don't forget to me in your du3a for a cook asap because god this is getting too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111928298710799327?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111928298710799327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111928298710799327' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111928298710799327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111928298710799327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/06/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111856544974596425</id><published>2005-06-12T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:37:29.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellcome baby boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I became an aunty once again on June 7th.*yaaay* white hairs here I come :p. Wellcome baby "Z" to planet earth, drink your milk, be a good boy and aunty will visit you soon. O 3gbalkum inshallah :). I loooove to shop for babies; it is the best feeling ever to buy those cute angels outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;warda when can I go baby shopping for you too :p?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111856544974596425?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111856544974596425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111856544974596425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111856544974596425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111856544974596425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/06/wellcome-baby-boy_111856544974596425.html' title='Wellcome baby boy'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111789239930961201</id><published>2005-06-04T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:00:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gradusucktion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;On wednesday I went to MPS (Muscat Private school) graduation. IT WAS SOOO BAD...very low standard..the preparation, the food, the hall EVERYTHING. It sucked because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The stage was so squashy hardly any space for them to moce around and looked so bad&lt;br /&gt;2) The headmaster can't even speak english in a formal manner&lt;br /&gt;3) There was hardly any guests (but i am not surprised)&lt;br /&gt;4) The refreshments was soo bad they had like a tray of juice with 10 cups and THAT'S ALL&lt;br /&gt;5) When it was the picture session the place was so croweded and anyone and everyone just jumped in and took pics with thier friends...they didn't have a qeue for family first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY it was the worst graduation I have seen...my first and last I would never want to go to that school for any other graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to CR: By now you should accept that sultan rocks and is way much better. :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111789239930961201?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111789239930961201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111789239930961201' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111789239930961201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111789239930961201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/06/gradusucktion.html' title='Gradusucktion'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111789167675725625</id><published>2005-06-04T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T06:27:56.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black box</title><content type='html'>Finally am back in the furnace..on my way back i was dead tierd on the plane and this girlinfornt of me kept on asking me soo many questions it really got on my nerves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) what time do we get to muscat&lt;br /&gt;2) what time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;3) what are u watching?&lt;br /&gt;4) what channel is it on?&lt;br /&gt;5) are u married?&lt;br /&gt;6) what do u study?&lt;br /&gt;100) could I please borrow ur mirorr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on forever if i write them all down...I was getting sick of her 100 q.s's. So we finally arrive and once I get off the plane the first thing that hits me is the heat...I was like wow a really WARM wellcome. N e way nothing intresting happened in the airport old same airport nothing new :p. Oh ya one point I have to make is that I think that the police man who works in the airport that scans the bags is no gentleman at all..THEY NEVER help a girl with her heavy suit cases they sit and stare...idiots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111789167675725625?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111789167675725625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111789167675725625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111789167675725625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111789167675725625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/06/black-box.html' title='Black box'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111702038830873258</id><published>2005-05-25T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T04:26:28.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubye</title><content type='html'>I am off to see my sister and so I might be busy and I wouldn't really be bloging and from there am FINALLY going home :). So see ya all soon...oh yeah warda u will get ur frapuccino soon :p another 7 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care...and love ya all&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111702038830873258?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111702038830873258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111702038830873258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111702038830873258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111702038830873258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/bubye.html' title='Bubye'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111693873746250259</id><published>2005-05-24T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T05:45:37.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious groom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok so this is not the first time I dream this dream and it's exactly the same even when am dreaming I feel like hmmm I know what will happen next. I don't know what this means would like to get someone who can explain dreams to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so first I dream that am in my room at home when my family members call me to get ready to go to the hair dresser and from thier the scene changes that I am in a wedding hall and my heart is racing and my hands shivering and when the music starts i realise oh no I am the bride. I can see myself in the white dress and all and then all of a sudden my husband is beside me so everytime I trun my face to see him I can't because there is this sharp brightness that hurts my eye so I now have to turn back. WHY CAN'T I SEE HIM!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and my dream ends there but this dream is the same allll the time. Is it bad or good? My friend said I would get married soon and I thought no way I still have one year of uni to go and have my ACCA to accomplish. No wedding SAY NO to a wedding until am done lol. But seriously what is the meaning behind it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111693873746250259?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111693873746250259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111693873746250259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111693873746250259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111693873746250259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/mysterious-groom.html' title='Mysterious groom.'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111693825471411478</id><published>2005-05-24T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T05:37:34.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in shaka's life</title><content type='html'>shaka is short for shakoosh. This morning at 7:00 a.m. he was nibbling on the cage it was loud and annoying..so I thought oh ok it's time for him to go and play in his ball so after 10 mins I get up put him in the ball. He now gets to excited and rolls back and SMASHES the door and kept on doing it over and over again..I thought to myself isn't his head hurting him?? because mine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put him back in his cage and he just FROZE  staring at me I thought to myself awww lol he is angry...he stayed like that for a good 5 mins so I picked him up and he wee wee all over my hand I felt like smashing him against the wall but oh well I just dropped him and washed my hands because IT STANK so much haha. He got his revenge back because he wanted to play and I was busy sleeping :p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111693825471411478?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111693825471411478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111693825471411478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111693825471411478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111693825471411478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-in-shakas-life.html' title='A day in shaka&apos;s life'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111680370633563103</id><published>2005-05-22T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T16:15:06.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I give up!! I have been looking for this book since september and couldn't find it on amazon or any book shop in the area. I really want this book, it's a biography of princess Selma of Oman in Zanzibar. I looked everywhere..Help???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person to allocate it for me get's a strawberry and peach home made frapuccino. Ok that might be a turn off for some of you, but I REALLY am looking for this novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111680370633563103?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111680370633563103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111680370633563103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111680370633563103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111680370633563103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/fetch.html' title='Fetch.'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111662050710682476</id><published>2005-05-20T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:21:47.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Blah</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through Oprah's website and this guy got a sentence of 375 years in jail!! Why couldn't they simply just say for life or perhaps Indefinite??. I thought it was just ridiculous who lives 375 years anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah this is not related to the above but I don't understand why some of the british call the really dark skinned people (i.e. some African's) coloured. So white isn't a colour??? You can't imagine the stupidest things they come up with I have Nigerian friends here and they call them the most bizarre names ever like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Coloured (as if white or thier skin is not considered a certain colour too)&lt;br /&gt;2) Tropical ( what the &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; is that???? Do they look like a pineapple or have banana's hanging from thier heads lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was when one of the British students asked my friend how she got to the U.K...haha I can't believe this! So my friend decieded to be silly and said " I swam here" so the british girl actually answered back "Oh you must be a good swimmer". You know what I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111662050710682476?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111662050710682476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111662050710682476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111662050710682476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111662050710682476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-blah.html' title='Random Blah'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111646134507852949</id><published>2005-05-19T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T17:24:33.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakooosh!</title><content type='html'>This is my baby..I love him to bits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/rabbitride.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/rabbitride.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111646134507852949?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111646134507852949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111646134507852949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111646134507852949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111646134507852949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/shakooosh.html' title='Shakooosh!'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111637601181768562</id><published>2005-05-17T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:26:51.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I did not forget my blog as Blu_Chi thinks so :p. I have been busy plus I had nothing intresting to post can't think of a thing perhaps cause am dead tierd. I can't be bothered to think of something to write either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A7bek low b3eed el dar 3anak&lt;br /&gt;Jidak y7in galby lil rojoo3y&lt;br /&gt;Ylo3any el laily yb3dinak&lt;br /&gt;Ghalak eb5afigy t7t el thloo3y&lt;br /&gt;A7seesi wo fekri lek 5thoo3i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa7shny ya 7beeby&lt;br /&gt;ya 3ainy ya 3omri&lt;br /&gt;ya malik galby o roo7y&lt;br /&gt;o eb2eedak amry&lt;br /&gt;9a3b al layaly b3dak ya ghaly&lt;br /&gt;ah mn layaly fb3dak ya ghaly&lt;br /&gt;erja3 ta3ala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was just bored and listening to music and these are some of my favourite ones :). L8er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111637601181768562?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111637601181768562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111637601181768562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111637601181768562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111637601181768562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111590991597138792</id><published>2005-05-12T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T07:58:35.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am just as ignorant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When I ask anyone back home about Africa the first thing that hits their head is:&lt;br /&gt;1) Most of the countries in that continent are poor&lt;br /&gt;2) they are not advanced and behind technology wise etc...Etc...&lt;br /&gt;At first when I came to U.K. the students from Nigeria were surprised that we have internet connections back home and advanced shopping centers and that we are somehow advanced. I just thought god just as we are ignorant about their countries so are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means from today and on I am not going to accuse people of being ignorant because they have never been to middle east and haven't seen anything but what they see in the news. Most of the news channels just show the Iraqi dessert in war and Palestinians in war. In addition sometimes if they bring any documentary or story of an Arab country i.e. Saudi Arabia they would always accuse it and stuff about the religion and so on but never actually SHOW the country itself. SO it's not them to blame but the stupid media that would never show the good side of anything same goes for us all, we see in the poor hungry and homeless Somalia’s and every time they bring a documentary of most of the African countries it's all about poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if this is how I use to think of many of the African countries then am just as ignorant as them because I apply media to their way of living until and tend to generalise I finally have a better understanding through my friendship experience. Am not saying there is zero homeless people in their countries there is but not as bad as how the media made me think. Plus we too have homless people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So to wrap the whole thing up the media sucks. They should stop showing them our desserts in war and they should stop showing us the hungry homless people, they should start showing them and us better sides of the world out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111590991597138792?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111590991597138792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111590991597138792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111590991597138792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111590991597138792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-just-as-ignorant.html' title='I am just as ignorant.'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111566012807001594</id><published>2005-05-09T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T10:35:28.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief but not really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I FINALLY finished my finals...you know that relief you get once they say pens down and I think to myself wow no more sleepless nights...no more coffee..no more books,papers,pens, formulas or cramming. It just gives me a smile..BUT then I really hate it when the last exam is the only exam you messed up sooo badly in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The teacher set the exam questions so complicating as I read the first question my heart was racing because I didn't know what to do and then I thought ok next question only to bump into a more complicating question. I was already nervous by then and couldn't think all that was in my mind what will I tell my father when I fail???? What will family members say?? I don't want to come back to uni in August while everyone is chilling until september..I don't want to read anybooks during the summer..as all these thoughts were rushing in my mind I was just blank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I then thought to myself come on answer as much as you can...I will not come back in august neither will I fail no way I have to work and answer these questions it's a matter between life and death lol. Oh well right now am reliefed no more reading but then the results come in my mind all the time and makes me nervous and bothers me. I guess I just have to accept it am done with exams and whatever I wrote can't be changed. Oh well then I guess it's time to party until my results are sent back home when my dad get's to view them first (when he calls me to his room with that deep calm voice) it just scares me which means come and explain why you got these marks if they were bad and if they were good you still have to explain why you couldn't do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ANYWAY IT'S PARTY TIME AM DONE !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111566012807001594?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111566012807001594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111566012807001594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111566012807001594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111566012807001594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/relief-but-not-really.html' title='Relief but not really'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111548058599816864</id><published>2005-05-07T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T09:45:29.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I don't know why</title><content type='html'>Many of us tend to use this sentence "because i don't know why" when we can't express how we are feeling inside...wether we are excited about something or hurt.  This is exactly how I feel sometimes i.e.( today i woke up and for no reason I was just so scared and nervous my heart was racing and if u ask me why...I wouldn't have an answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just annoying at times when I can't really explain or express what exactly am feeling and even worse when I myself don't know why am feeling like that. Ok I have just made matters more complicating like this...but I am sure some of you would understand what I mean and somtimes even get these feelings?? (am sure u guys do am not an alien :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111548058599816864?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111548058599816864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111548058599816864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111548058599816864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111548058599816864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/because-i-dont-know-why.html' title='Because I don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111539916141789032</id><published>2005-05-06T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:09:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DENIS I HATE U</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Denis is that monster that is suppose to be our lecturer and module leader. I have an exam on (Management accounting) on Monday and those of you who do Accounting will understand how much am suffering. To make matters worse our exam consists of four questions and we have to chose two to answer. So I went up to my lecturer ofcourse their job is to outline the main topics in the exam like every other normal living lecturer in Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead he came to me and said YOUR WHOLE book is important read everything. At first I laughed I thought he was joking...after recieving a dirty look from him I then realised oh so it's not funny he is not joking am suppose to read the whole book which consists of 600 pages to answer &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; bloody questions? I mean DOES THAT EVEN make sense!!! I got out really annoyed and now I am not even half way through the book there is no way I am going to do the whole book. Why can't he just give us topics to concentrate on instead of making us read the whole book and then go write rubbish in the exam. He is one of those lecturers who finds pleasure to see his students study through the whole summer and come back for a resit. I hate him so much that I would laugh and feel joyful seeing him being skinned like a goat for eid (eid is a religous celebration where we have goat meat as one of our main dishes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111539916141789032?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111539916141789032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111539916141789032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111539916141789032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111539916141789032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/denis-i-hate-u.html' title='DENIS I HATE U'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12699241.post-111539742893472767</id><published>2005-05-06T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T09:37:08.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider heart attack</title><content type='html'>This morning I was going to die because of a heart attack from a disgusting 8 legged slimy ugly damned species called the "SPIDER". I woke up this morning went to the bathroom to brush my teeth as I entered I saw a HUGE black spider in my bucket ( the bucket i use to wash clothes i don't want to put in the washing machine.) Anyway I FLEW out of the bathroom screaming my flat mate came runing to check on me and I told her what was inside the bathroom and she ran out (so much for help *tsk tsk*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to think fast of what I could do before that beast gets out of the bucket so i went to get a glass of water and poured it in there and he was runing around inside the bucket and all this time i did nothing but scream it was so disgusting. Anyway i forgot that there was a bit of soap in the bucket and when i poured the water it formed bubbles so how the heck am i suppose to see him if he is still in there. So I gambled and carried the bucket and poured it into the toilet i didn't see him falling in (YUCK) anyway I shut the toilet seat and flushed that damn thing down the drain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not able to use the bathroom until now becuase am scared he might be a good swimmer and crawl back up while I use the toilet. I got goose bumps all day..oh god!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12699241-111539742893472767?l=shakoosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/feeds/111539742893472767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12699241&amp;postID=111539742893472767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111539742893472767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12699241/posts/default/111539742893472767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakoosh.blogspot.com/2005/05/spider-heart-attack.html' title='Spider heart attack'/><author><name>Irony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643283316047124017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v631/soona/Picture11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
