<?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-6647684305123639796</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:10:06.783+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Drops</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-7178534426490021223</id><published>2009-09-27T16:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:08:22.424+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicated to all you ANONS,&lt;br /&gt;LOVE GEEK,&lt;br /&gt;MARY POPPINS,&lt;br /&gt;DAZZLIN,&lt;br /&gt;LICIOUS,&lt;br /&gt;STARLIGHTS,&lt;br /&gt;NAWARII,&lt;br /&gt;IDENTITY,&lt;br /&gt;COOKIES AND CREAM,&lt;br /&gt;PIMPLE,&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALLL ;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT on my personal life and my story. ;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted for a brownie and icebreaker after that scene instead of the salad and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again with heartbreaks and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stormed out of the store and rushed  straight home to the bed, opened the brownie and the icecream and ate the pain away while listening to  rashid il majed's bala 7ob (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cuteandcuddly suggestion hehe&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through, my brooding time was over since i heard the doorbell ring...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ugh, i don't even feel like getting up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can I do? the person was persistent, ringing it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hauled my ass off the couch and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha---" I started as the person on the other side stormed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain was too slow and the person was too fast as he rushed in... I realized  second later it was Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! You don't want ME but you want to SABOTAGE MY RELATIONSHIPS?!" he screamed as he was stepping back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now this ISN'T okay.... I shut the door, "ME??!?!?!?!  I didn't do anything!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if he wasn't already furious, i don't know what he was, but now he's even angrier, he stopped pacing back and forth and faced me, his eyes in attack mode,  "TALAH! NO MY GREAT AUNT KELLY!!! WHO ELSE?!?!?!! AND YES YES YOU DID!!!!!! you were so immature!!!! and so attacking and soooo soooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M THE ONE THAT'S BEING IMMATURE?!?!? YOU SHOULD TRY HEARING YOURSELF JOSH!!!!! YOU CAN'T EVEN SPEAK IN COMPLETE SENTENCES AND YOU'RE MAJORING IN ENGLISH!!!!! AND THE WAY YOU'RE TREATING SHERRY... UGH! I CAN'T EVEN START THERE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came closer so quickly, i'm sure it was war now, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE WAY I TREAT SHERRY?!!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO MAKE ME JEALOUS!" I replied as I stood on my toes to reach his height, ugh this isn't fair! why'd guys have to be taller? the power goes to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He face was right above mine by now, he brought his face right down to mine, "what'd you mean jealous, don't you get it Talah? I'm over you." He replied softly which suprised both him and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not true, Josh." I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes it is Talah." I can feel myself loosing him, he started to turn... This is too fast, I still need time with him... I can't get enough of him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him for an hour, I miss him the next, I'm not ready to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh, please." I croaked as I grabbed his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and swooped me up in his arms. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We both can't take it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled when I realized what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mino bida jam3a aw madrisa ilyoum? O how was your day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Any people new to highschool or jam3a? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-7178534426490021223?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7178534426490021223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-22.html#comment-form' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/7178534426490021223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/7178534426490021223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-22.html' title='part 22'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-2146363844346838536</id><published>2009-09-24T07:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:48:21.748+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 21</title><content type='html'>"Oh" I replied, the pain and hurt stabbing my heart and chest. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how do you two know each other?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherry &lt;/span&gt;asked us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well " I started then paused.... ummm... what'd do I say to that, it was kinda awkward. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KIND OF? &lt;/span&gt;it was freakingly insanely awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We used to date?" Josh asked as if he wasn't even sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, we did date." I said while looking in his eyes the whole time, "I don't know why he's asking. We did. Date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really? So we did date Talah? You didn't just string me up and show me off around?" His eyes burning into mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES, we did." I replied firmly, "I can't believe what you're thinking right now!!! I didn't string you around!"  I'm literally trying to hold myself in place and keep my voice down instead of attacking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't hold his nerves, he took a step closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practically forgot about Miss Sherry next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yeah, what'd you call our *rolling his eyes* relationship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, how mature Josh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What'd you want me to say, Talah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say to what?! I can't believe you thought I was fake with you! I can't believe you're thinking none of it was real." Tears were now forming in my eyes. STUPID LOVE TEARS! I just came for some salad and a soda and now I got this whole argument and now I'm the tears are turning into drops....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID LOVE DROPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the time, it felt so real, but after, after Talah, it really hurt, you just used me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahem." Miss Sherri cleared her little throat reminding us that she was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah. whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step back and so did Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, Sherri." I apologized while my eyes were glued to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to Josh, "Obviously, you're going through some stuff right now. I'm sorry Josh, but I just need to know if you're over her or you're not.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;for one don't want to be strung along or be a toy just to make someone else jealous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh man, I felt so bad for her.. shoot, what'd we just do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Sherri" He replied softly, "I'm sorry, really.... don't worry," He looked over at me, his eyes in mine, "I'm over it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the burning, stinging pain is back.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't say that, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri looked from me to him, she saw him take a stab at me with the "over it" .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what Josh?! I need to go home. I honestly can't deal with you two right now. I'm over drama and I'm sensing drama over this whole scene!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sherry-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-home, now! Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grunted.... and eyed me, like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt; ruined his new relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked out and Sherry was following him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until he was out, she turned around, came up to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said: "Stay strong, Talah. I'm sorry about this whole scene. I'm sure he's not ready for a relationship.. I felt it the whole time I was with him, and now I know why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She patted my arm, "Take it easy, and I understand how you feel, breakups are messy, and guys can be jerks. Take care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that I knew I loved her and never could've hated her even if she did date Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that I felt so bad b/c in our relationship I was the jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that I realized why I'm not ready for Hassan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still heals over head in love with Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-2146363844346838536?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2146363844346838536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-21.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/2146363844346838536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/2146363844346838536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-21.html' title='part 21'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-5980102142239755999</id><published>2009-09-23T16:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:12:34.396+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;part 19&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;oo 3eedkum mbarak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next week, I spent my whole time with 7assan and Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe by day, 7assan by night oo etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassan was constantly flirting, making me smile, and touching me bas I wasn't ready to take a step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chloe was nice enough not to mention Josh or anything although it killed me that I didn't see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until a week later, when I ran into him at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh, is that you.. heyy, how is everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked so good in his jeans and t-shirt and his piercing blue eyes as blue and beautiful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everything's good...umm, how about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to reply when an arm wraps itself around Josh's arm with a manicured hand connected to it on one side and  a beautiful blond face and body on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there." She greeted me, smiling this hundred watt smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey." I said looking from her to Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, this is -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Sherry." She offered me her french manicured hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's my girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, hey." I was stunned, and silenced.... what do I say to that exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, hey Talah." She looked at me blankly, like she didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, that's nice! How long have you been together?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I met him 4 weeks ago.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, at a party." Josh continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And he was the sweetest thing ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I know." I commented under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain was surging up my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-5980102142239755999?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5980102142239755999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-20.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/5980102142239755999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/5980102142239755999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-20.html' title='part 20'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-1504810166751466427</id><published>2009-09-23T16:08:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:16:18.879+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta3abt</title><content type='html'>Ya3ni 7asa ina mali ma3na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make me feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'm done loosing friends, 6ila3 la2, loosing friends is my specialty- AM I THAT FORGETTABLE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, I make an effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallah i'm tired of feeling this way, i'm tired of feeling left out, i'm tired of feeling unwanted, &amp;amp; I'm tired of this PAIN &amp;amp; HURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they really "missed" me like they say, they should make an effort to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies lies lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6af....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW PART 19 IS UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo 3eedkum mbarak!!&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/6647684305123639796-1504810166751466427?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1504810166751466427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/09/wallah-ta3abt-oo-malait.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1504810166751466427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1504810166751466427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/09/wallah-ta3abt-oo-malait.html' title='Ta3abt'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-6628658388514175276</id><published>2009-08-25T01:37:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:20:01.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part  19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTERNET IS FIXED MY LOVELYS! ;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at Josh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What am I going to do with you?" I whispered and shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me from where he sat on the floor with his big blue eyes, filled with confusion and so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sleepyy." He slurred as he accepted my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I know.... you smell terrible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First time I ever drank, Talahhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, Talah?" He asked sleepily as I helped him walk to a guestroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why'd you hurt me like this. We should've known what we were getting ourselves into."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see Josh after then for about a month or so after because two weeks after the party, I went back to Kuwait with Haya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to spend the time with family, such a big change to uni life. I missed everyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I said my goodbyes again and went back to the states two weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassan was waiting for me at the airport (we kept in touch the whole time and he got back a day earlier than me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hallah shloonich?" He greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hassan!" I jumped on him which I think might have frightened him, hehe. He comes from such a respective family in Kuwait, I'm pretty sure he's not that used to a huge change like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean my family is respective (we're probably at the same level) but I'm kind of a rebel (in Kuwait's terms of innocent, I would be a rebel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hallah, awa9lich il bait?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2, mali 5ulg, let's go get icecream!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, chinich yahil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pouted and he smiled, "Yallah 5anroo7." ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the icecream place and while waiting in line, he asked me: "Ma sa2altich lail7en, bas Talah, sh9ar ma3a Josh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walah shay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala shay." He echoed stunned, "Ya3ni ma kalamti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaklik itshawig winta mi7tar." I teased as I poked his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tallahhhhh." He groaned, annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2 makalamta 7asoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya3ni shloon, you're free il7een."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment to think about it. Really think about it. I had a month to think about it, and now I had to face both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee, ana free." I replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-6628658388514175276?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6628658388514175276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-19.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6628658388514175276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6628658388514175276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-19.html' title='part  19'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-7537638310524154257</id><published>2009-08-23T19:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:27:27.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ramadhan!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone... I know it's late, but&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; MBARAK 3ALAIKUM IL SHAHAR!!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better late then never. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you all doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're going to kill me for this but, people, I honestly forgot about the blogs and stories... like I read other people's blogs but I completely forgot about mine until I got an email that people are commenting on my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I'll try to update the upcoming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all ;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: Do any of you know if they sell Blackberry external battery chargers anywhere in Kuwait? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-7537638310524154257?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7537638310524154257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/7537638310524154257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/7537638310524154257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-ramadhan.html' title='Happy Ramadhan!!!'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-3939876093121566221</id><published>2009-07-10T09:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:34:58.779+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 18b</title><content type='html'>LOOL i'm an idiot, posted on the wrong blog... here it is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for commenting anon, one of my silent readers. :D ;*&lt;br /&gt;and wonderland, socail butterfly, and mary poppins. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part 18a was up, read it.... comment. ;) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JOSH!" I screamed, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't hear me because Hassan hit him back... punched him would be the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see what's happening, who was on who but I heard a lot of grunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HASAN OGAF!!! BASSS!!!!!! JOSH STOP IT!!!!!!!!" I screamed. I didn't what to do. I put my arm on someone's back but they pushed me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAS YOU GUYS STOP!!! ENOUGH!!!" I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faj2a wa7id thalith dash ma3aahum yiwa5irhum 3an ba3a'6... intibahat oo 6ila3 Alex.&lt;br /&gt;He was pushing them away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was blood and bruises and they looked like they want to kill each other. Josh kept wanting to get out of Alex's grasp but because of how drunk he was, he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put both hands on Hassan's arms while tears were falling from my eyes, "7asan, bas!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to fight back... he was trying to shove me off. He had a bruise on his face, his lips were bleeding and he had a bunch of other bruises on his hands. Josh's nose was bleeding, his chin was bruised and also had a bunch of bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassan was breathing heavily, he turned to me, the anger still in his eyes, "I7na it5arajna! i7na bil jam3a!!!! shal yahel?!!? goolay 7ag rab3ich 5al yi3arfoon mino yi6igoon! it3arfeena i7na shabab il kuwait, man gan9ir bil hwash.... fahmee! wain ga3deen? Highschool is over!" kalmany ba3dain 9ara5 3ala Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You $#@! $% !@#$% @#% , you D&amp;amp;*$, you F*&amp;amp;$#*(* D*&amp;amp;$!" Josh howled back oo ohwa sakran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassan wa5ar 3ani oo bida yamshi, "il '6ahar may3arif shino i7na il q8iyeen insawii.... 5al a3alma, a2adba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared to death! In highschool, the guys used to bring all sorts of stuff, knives, metal.... everything..... but thank God Hassan was walking away toward his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex let go of Josh, as Josh fell to the ground. He came to me, "Talah, are you okay?" He pulled me to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno." I whimpered into his chest. I felt comforted straight away. You know Jasper from Twilight and how he changes the mood? That's how Alex is, he makes things calmer, better. It kind of cleared my head as we stood there for two minute, quietly. It was great to have a friend like that. My tears stopped, I stayed for another minute until I was ready to get back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex let go of me and went to Josh, "Come one big guy, time to get you to a room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, actually Alex, can I take him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, "You sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathed, "Yes." I replied as I exhaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take care, my T."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, thanks so much Alex." I replied as he hugged me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you need anything, you know where to get me." He whispered into my hair while I hugged back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks so much Al, you're a really good friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-3939876093121566221?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3939876093121566221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-18b.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3939876093121566221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3939876093121566221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-18b.html' title='part 18b'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-4539325495974091893</id><published>2009-07-10T06:22:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:57:50.988+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Alex Gaskarth</title><content type='html'>and of course Jack Barakat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the whole band. So much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: some things are inappropriate.... definitely PG 17 maybe hahaha;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may be boring.... i just love them. if u have nothing else to do, and are bored to death, watch these. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWujOQf6EJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWujOQf6EJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mx5PRdIYHE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mx5PRdIYHE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bling" "Blang"&lt;br /&gt;"Manwhore" "Jack Barakat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNh5Za_uoeE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNh5Za_uoeE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that made me love Alex even much much more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjhOQieDBWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjhOQieDBWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7mAnhGtitw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7mAnhGtitw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his reaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsdLORaLwfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsdLORaLwfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him singing with them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dck_JMmjFT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dck_JMmjFT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGUi7FYt-pk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGUi7FYt-pk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8KvlyyUdZWg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bRXz7uXOBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bRXz7uXOBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5HC1fd9pWkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5HC1fd9pWkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ADORABLE Matt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5VHl6BO2Jw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5VHl6BO2Jw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMTsxYqFk-8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMTsxYqFk-8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY I LOVE ALEX EVEN MORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UhlAZKXt1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UhlAZKXt1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more; much much more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFoLjygHVZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFoLjygHVZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-4539325495974091893?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4539325495974091893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-love-alex-gaskarth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4539325495974091893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4539325495974091893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-love-alex-gaskarth.html' title='Why I Love Alex Gaskarth'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-1167703472982080110</id><published>2009-07-10T04:50:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:28:51.430+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It stung so much seeing him drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We once talked about alcohol and stuff and he said that I found the right American teenager because he detests alcohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hates what it does to people, "it makes them not in control, I never drank alcohol and never will." (the words he said as he shrugged)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought he was an angel sent from heaven because as we all know alcohol 7ARAM, may9eer inchoofa walla nishriba walla nishtirii walla inbi3aa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So seeing him in front of my eyes drinking one after another and flirting with a ton of girls and kissing them hurt me so much to the point that I couldn't stand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I left Hassan without a word and sat down on a couch with my back to Josh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't him! I want to scream STOP! but I know it's not my buisness anymore, I made it that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasan came next to me and wrapped his strong arm around my weak body, "Talah, ma3alaich mina... tara ohwa za3lan... a3arif shkithir yi7ibich.... ohwa moo chithii, tadreen hatha moo Josh....yabee yi6ali3 7arita.... 5aliii..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at Hasan and gained much more respect for him. 7atan law kan yabee yi9eer ma3ay daafa3 3an il walad il thanii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help but to give him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. He pulled me closer to him and let me rest on his shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Digeega, ba6la3 bara 9aar wayid za7ma."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yallah ayee ma3ach."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got up and I didn't even look back at Josh, I didn't want to see what else was going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmmmmm....&lt;/em&gt; I inhaled. The fresh air outside felt great. I sat on this huge rock in the garden outside the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the only two outside. Hasan stood gazing at the sky or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hassan ri7t ay thanawiya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ASK."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ah, a3arif wayid nas ihnak........ it3arif Hala Al ******? Oo Sarah Al *****? Oooo Fahad Al ***? Ali ****?" and I went on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooola shway shway." He laughed, "eeee, mit5arjeen ma3a ba3a'6....... it3arfeenhum kilihum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eee... bas laish ma a3arfik." :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, madri." He winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard the door open and saw Josh storming out. Well not storming, he was completely drunk so he was kind of swaying/storming. I got up and Hasan and I saw him as he approached us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy, and his hairs started forming his beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh." I started but I couldn't say anything because the next thing I saw was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh's hand clenched into a fist meeting Hasan's face.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-1167703472982080110?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1167703472982080110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1167703472982080110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1167703472982080110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-18.html' title='part 18'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-3247109526790334466</id><published>2009-07-05T07:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:49:22.382+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4TH&lt;/span&gt; OF &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JULY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a spectacular time with my family and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did BBQ and ate salads and sandwiches and stuff.... of course we had to have our apple pies and key lime pies with vanilla ice cream, DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were just so adorable!!!! I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks yesterday were nice and right now there are fireworks outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mayyy go swimming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did any of you guys celebrate the 4th of July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, what did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My Name Is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-3247109526790334466?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3247109526790334466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3247109526790334466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3247109526790334466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth.html' title='Fourth!'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-1896141608837294982</id><published>2009-06-26T03:12:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:09:27.575+03:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Micheal Jackson</title><content type='html'>Allah yir7ima. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wrap my mind around it that he's gone. I wasn't like a fan fan as I am with singers and bands but he is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, he's been singing since was like what, 6?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thriller? Billie Jean? Will You Be There, beautiful song from Free Willy? Moonwalk? Beat It? HIS DANCING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what people think;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was amazing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wonderful;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was spectacular;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just down-right &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of silence for MJ; rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-1896141608837294982?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1896141608837294982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-micheal-jackson.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1896141608837294982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1896141608837294982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-micheal-jackson.html' title='R.I.P Micheal Jackson'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-6106993841394616206</id><published>2009-06-25T06:15:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:52:34.474+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Three days later:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm headed to the airport to pick up Hayoo right now... her airplane arrives at 3 and it's 3:10 right now. I'm soo incredibly late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I concentrated my thoughts on something other than my lateness and again, as always, Josh occuppied my mind. I realized that, what, I've only known Josh for about a month?! I felt as though we've been together FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He really became one of my closest friends in a reallly short amount of time. Is that dangerous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bas we weren't only friends, we were-and still are- in love. People don't find this kind of connection anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I parked my car... it was 3:20 now..... thank God my phone didn't ring... I guess Hayoo still isn't done with her bags and stuff. To get into &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cali&lt;/span&gt;, you have to take a picture, do a finger print and go through scanning your bags again and that takes a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I know she'll love Josh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mooo im9adga inhya yaya!! And today is THE perfect day since Alex is having a get together and everyone's coming (Chloe, Josh, Eric, Nick, Alexa, Laila, Hannah, Alex, oo Jana) oo lots of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got inside and thankfully, she was nowhere insight. I fixed my hair and tugged on my top while waiting for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five minutes later I saw her familiar figure walking out. She had braided her hair, had her sunglasses ready in her hand, wore a white tanktop oo a pink cardigan on top, jean shorts, and fliflops. &lt;em&gt;She's so ready for California!&lt;/em&gt; I thought to myself as I called her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"TALAHHHH!" She came to me running and hugged me so hard. I didn't realize how much I missed her until that moment! I hugged her back and her smell enveloped me completely. She had on her Vera Wang Princess perfume... she never leaves anywhere without it... oo kil mara ashima athakirha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hehe, 7ilfay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wallah.... ashwa inee yait!" She winked, "oo tarah 7adii mistansa 3ala il laila! abee achoof kilman!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hehhe ee!!! kilman yisa2l 3anich..... widhum yichooofoonich!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oo we talked all the way home... suwalifna ana oo Hayoo... Waii I miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home knowing that Chloe will be there, she said she wanted to meet her and couldn't wait. So we got home and I opened the door and called her name but I didn't hear her so I just thought she wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Haya's bags to her room and went to the kitchen to drink water when we heard moaning sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Uh oh. &lt;/span&gt;I thought, I giggle was about to erupt from me. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Chloeee!&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself shaking my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah?" Haya asked looking at me curiously. 7igartha oo da5alt il 9alah, "Chloe." 5azatha. Wa5irat 3an Matt ishway oo radat 3alai ya3ni innocent, "Heyy Talah, did ur friend arrive?"&lt;br /&gt;Oo Matt blushed, nazal rasa oo waved to me, "Hi-ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo I can't help but to laugh! I caught them multiple times making out. And every time, Matt gets completely embarrassed, I guess he's still not okay with the fact he's dating one of his students and embarrassed that he can't control himself-atleast that's what Chloe says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind, I actually think they look so cute together. So i nudged Matt and told him and Chloe, "You guys, I'd like you to meet Haya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt mad eeda, "Hey Haya, nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You too Matt," Radat 3alai while eyeing him appreciativly. A smile crept on my face, I knew what she was thinking, "I've heard so much about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt glanced at me, "Good I hope?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, 90210 hottie look a like" Haya replied which made us all smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you the famous Chloe?!" She asked Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU must be the famous Haya!" Chloe was already standing up, "and we've heard so much about you." She hugged Haya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Vice versa. And you can get back to making out, you guys look cute together!" Haya galatluhum oo ihya mistansa while I blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love you already!" Chloe replied as she sat in Matt's lap and gave him a kiss before returning to us, "What are you girlies wearing tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Going to choose now." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I hear both Josh and Hassan are going tonight." Chloe hinted and I glared at her, "dress up wisely." She winked and they all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thank you for having fun with my drama filled love life." I commented sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ALL of you are paying, you're all going to help me dress for tonight, including you Matt, we need a guy's a opinion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fine with me." Haya and Chloe said in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt looked helpless from once face to another, "there's no chance in hell I can run away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Trust me, you'll have three girls chasing you, you won't be able to outrun us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sighed and dragged himself of the chair, "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the day fooling around, joking, Chloe and Matt making out constantly and flirting, until we got the perfect outfits for me, Chloe, and Haya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all ready to go to the party so we headed out. I drove with Haya next to me while Chloe and Matt sat in the back and were having a makeout-fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Alex's house and piled out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Talah, what up what up?!" He greeted me like always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big bear hug, "I've missed you little Alex! And I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want you meet Haya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw man, I've missed you too. Haya, so nice meeting you! Tiny, tiny Haya." He commented which made me laugh. (She's so petite, soooo thin and so short.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haya laughed it off and went with Chloe since she was tugging her in to meet everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at the door with Alex, wanting to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were glittering, "You didn't tell me, what did you think about the date?! Man, Josh and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked so hard on it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh right, I forgot, he was helping Josh with my date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alex!!! You were!! Helping him! OMG it was the BEST DATE EVER!! So cuute since the beggining I loveeeed it!!! It was perfect!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled a huge smile showing he was proud of their accomplishment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Josh? I haven't seen him since then."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, he didn't tell you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me what?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We broke up." I replied silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His expression changed from a smirk to shocked, shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was about to say something when Josh's car came up from behind me. He parked his car and went into the house acknowledging us with a nod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "long story."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who broke up with who?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I broke up with him, but I really don't want to." I replied guitily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why then?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex had this air around him, he was an amazing person, I felt as though I could tell him anything. I trust him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sighed, "it's hard, it's just, like, in general, religion differences. It's a big issue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he understood; I heard his parents got divorced over issues like religion and race.. He nodded and said, "I'll talk to him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave me a hug, kissed my hair and in we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haya was already introduced and was hanging out with Jana and Jake and Eric. I'm pretty sure Jana and Jake were hitting it off and Haya was eyeing Eric and vice-versa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music suddenly filled the room and everyone started to dance. I joined in and we boogyed all night long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh was there but he wasn't dancing. I saw him laughing and touching and flirting with 3 different girls, it sung, but what can I do? I have to get over him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel these arms around me, definitely man arms, they belong to Hassan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and he danced with me. We danced together for a while, just laughing, having our fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt someone staring at me the whole time, I turned to the source to find out Josh's eyes luring on us while he was kissing a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a burn rush through my body, I was jealous as hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I concentrated all my thoughts on dancing with Hassan, that's all I could do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I turned and saw Josh, he was taking another swig, another alcoholic drink, and flirting and dancing way too innapproipratly with other girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; saw him drink before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the long awaited part 17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you all ;**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So funny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SjqseRzydoI/AAAAAAAAADk/rwxzCBst1fE/s1600-h/z188571909.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348777143632557698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SjqseRzydoI/AAAAAAAAADk/rwxzCBst1fE/s400/z188571909.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SkJmp8-3PUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jykpdsW2Btc/s400/w195060722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-6106993841394616206?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6106993841394616206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-17.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6106993841394616206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6106993841394616206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-17.html' title='Part 17'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SjqseRzydoI/AAAAAAAAADk/rwxzCBst1fE/s72-c/z188571909.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-6851116098621086869</id><published>2009-06-24T20:14:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:01:57.553+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Oh man, shoot me, shoot me now readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never forgot you guys, I swear, I think of you daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet didn't work for FIVE days; I swear I was going to kill myself! Thank God I had my blackberry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I traveled! :D  I'm in Las Vegas right now; woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm working on the post since I finally have internet + time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I posted two normal posts... trust me, read them! ;) lots of advice for all of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all so much ;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see how much happier I am? (You'll understand when you read Ls of the World ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-6851116098621086869?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6851116098621086869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6851116098621086869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6851116098621086869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-5466751985566410206</id><published>2009-06-24T18:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:22:45.115+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mission!</title><content type='html'>People! People! People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a MISSION. I mission to get taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was actually my phrase I'd use when telling people: "insert name, I'M ON A MISSION, insert name, TO GET TALLER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trainer said that girls have until the age 22 or something to keep getting taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I LOVE drinking milk by itself. *side note: I can't believe people don't like drinking milk! It shocks me! HOW can u not drink cold milk by itself?*  Oh well... Anyways, since I loooove drinking milk as it is by itself, I decided I would drink it more times in a day since my trainer answered my question of how much I can drink milk by saying as long as it's FAT FREE, as much as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT!!!! I never realized that I can intake something I love as much as I want. For more than a month I upped my fat free milk intake with 5 or more filled glasses per day... mmm.. yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning when I woke up, prayed, brushed my teeth and came to the living room where my family was, and my older sister was standing next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, she's older than me. Second of all, we're the same height exactly but she may have been taller by an inch or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today she was like: "Mama! Hi, My Name Is... 6alat! A6wal minee!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whaaat? &lt;/span&gt;I thought. So we stood next to each other, and guess what? It's TRUE!!!! woohooooo, in your face, everyone who doubted me when I told them about my mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll update you guys on if it's true and any improvements. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm 18. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, girls! (And guys, if there are any reading this. ;p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-5466751985566410206?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5466751985566410206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mission.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/5466751985566410206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/5466751985566410206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mission.html' title='My Mission!'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-6217352319963970686</id><published>2009-06-14T14:39:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:01:27.074+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ls of the World</title><content type='html'>Okay okay, so this post was going to be filled with hate and hurt and pain because that was the way I felt after I saw a person who I thought was my best friend driving a car with lots of other girls and she didn't even tell me she was driving or to ride or anything today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It as a SLAP to the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a loyal friend and she gave me great advice that was all true....let's call her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;. And now this post is all about love and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to dedicate this post to all people out there who are like her.... those who are THERE for you, those who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;, although we aren't as close as we used to be, she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; there for me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what to do when a person treats you like trash when to you she's your best friend. Do you guys have that type of best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she was like she would talk to them and I said that she wasn't the kind to talk. She asked if it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; (That girl who I thought was my best friend;p) and so I said yes. I tell you, I'd trust &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;with my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me the truth to my face, that M was moving away and that it was a slap to the face and that I should wake up to the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was absolutely right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, she wasn't telling me this in a mean way, she was telling me this in the right way (Plus this is just the overall general thing); and it's not like she's talking about something she doesn't know, the three of us, L, M, and I were close in the past for a while but we aren't as close but we you know how it is, we all go to the same school and she knows me so freaking well I don't know how she does. I've been through so much with her (good &amp;amp; bad &amp;amp; hard times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I always thought I was this happy, positive, optimistic person. But she made me realize I wasn't... I wasn't happy in a while. I was being treated like sh--.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't always like this, I'm pretty sure there was a time about four years ago when things were really good, where we actually cared about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore. And L made me realize that. I cried so much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke me up to reality. The reality being that this is the end of a lie I let myself live with for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized I really wasn't happy or positive, if I were, I would've concentrated on the good things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment, I got an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many good people in my life that do care about me. I should stop concentrating on people who have been close to me for a long time and put them as a priority when to them I'm only a choice. I did have other people who I can tell actually cared about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel refreshed, and happy at this moment moment, after talking to her. I am ready for a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am ready to be genuinely happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post goes out to all the people like L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her so freaking much and look up to her and respect, you have no idea how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what emotions and feelings and realizations went through me today. This is just a general idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you all this quote I love and how to true it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't make someone your everything, because when they're gone, you'll have nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen to that! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel thankful I built a strong bond with other people because I did make M my everything for a while, I let her in so much, she was like family to me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post goes to L, and all the amazing and wonderful people like her who are honest, strong, caring, openhearted friends that just keep u on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for her, she's just truly amazing, and I want the world to know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note for you readers: be happy; focus on the good parts of life, SERIOUSLY; DON'T make anyone your priority when ur just an option; and don't make a person your everything, because when they're gone, you'll have nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-6217352319963970686?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6217352319963970686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/ls-of-world.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6217352319963970686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6217352319963970686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/ls-of-world.html' title='The Ls of the World'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-8203849653600861024</id><published>2009-06-11T17:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:18:37.027+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I didn't get a chance AT ALL to finish the new part before I post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been super busy these days and this is actually the first time since the last post I get a few breathing minutes to sit on the computer so I can tell you guys, it's still not ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry times infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-8203849653600861024?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8203849653600861024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/honesty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/8203849653600861024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/8203849653600861024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-5003101282795136200</id><published>2009-06-09T00:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:24:30.009+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser for the next part :P</title><content type='html'>I know inee 7adee ma9a5tha o lazim I finish the next part, but trust me, it's going to be good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action, action, and more action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a teaser for what's happening next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Haya's in town!&lt;br /&gt;2) Party at Alex's house (guy from swimming pool get-together) "little Talah"&lt;br /&gt;3) Hmm... who is going to be at that party? Talah, Josh, and Hasan in one room? Chloe &amp;amp; Matt?  What goes on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out.... SOON. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the &lt;a href="http://www.letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Let's Keep This Just Between Us, Okay?&lt;/a&gt; Finale is up... read &amp;amp; comment (A) hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART YOU ALL ;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-5003101282795136200?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5003101282795136200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/teaser-for-next-part-p.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/5003101282795136200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/5003101282795136200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/teaser-for-next-part-p.html' title='Teaser for the next part :P'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-4232574048354525769</id><published>2009-06-06T13:07:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:18:55.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 16b</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMorina%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its short but its a continuation of part 16a... expect another post today or tomorrow  ;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SO sorry about the typo.... it's Talah not Chloe, haha ;) ;* .... my internet didn't work so i couldn't fix... fixing it now ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At first he wouldn’t respond. I ran my hands through his hair, kissed him harder and then he started kissing me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought of Chloe at that moment and her kisses with Matt… she said he’s 11.5 out of 10…. I’m pretty sure this kiss would score a 12.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Josh left one hand on my waist while his other hand came up to my hair where he pulled my head closer. I felt his lips smile against mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can’t help but to smile too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our lips parted since we needed to breath but his face stayed really close to mine, “What was that Talah?” He whispered in his sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That snapped me back to reality, to why I kissed him in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I looked into those beautiful eyes, “That was curiosity; your curiosity” I paused, “and mine.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Mmm..” He said as he pressed his lips against me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, this time he was kissing me, this time, softer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Why do I have a feeling you’re kissing me when you’re trying to say something else. Is this goodbye?” He asked when we paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I looked back into his eyes, exhaled, and said as a tear fell from my eye, “Yes Josh, this is goodbye.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He ran his finger across my cheekbone then removed the tear. He came in one last time for a long and sad kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The tears were rushing out of my eyes by then as we kissed for that last time, "I'm sorry Josh." I whispered into his ear as we hugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I love you, Talah." He replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"We're still going to be friends aren't we?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He laughed, "Definitely, idiot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"But I'll still have feelings for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I know, and I'll still love you." He replied as he wiped tears away from my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Okay, I've got to go now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Okay, I'll see you around, Talah." He replied as he smiled but the sadness showed in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I'll see you around, Josh... Goodbye." I said when I reached the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I heard him say "Bye" as I closed the door behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos, this time from &lt;a href="http://ilovewildfox.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovewildfox.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/Sit3hEKUNuI/AAAAAAAAACM/H1QvGTVzPfg/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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I'm having this party thing with my friends and family soon and so I went to get a cake with my dad-btw I got this really cute cake... it's SO funny, but that's not the point oo if I say what it looks like 7ada bikoon fa'6ee7a so anyways- I sent an invite via mobile to one of my friends that I haven't msged in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were choosing the cake and everything my phone rings oo 666***** appears... I'm thinking, huh, I don't know who this person is... So I answer and it turns out to be a guy and I'm like, "Mino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's like intay mino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo u know ilee I'm thinking wai3, kilish mo wagtik, bugg off... so I replied, "ra8am '3ala6" oo 9akatai 3ala wayha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after that I get a msg in arabic and was about to delete it thinking its a stupid da3aya or something but then I pay attention to the number and it's that guy's number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo the msg says: asif wi9ali resala min hal ra8am 3ala 5a6i il thanee... oo then his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I automatically delete it (by mistake) since I normally delete msgs after reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas ba3dain istaw3abt that I think I sent him an invite to a party with my FAMILY and FRIENDS and it had the 3inwan and everything we were going to do. LOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the msg any longer and silly me, I forgot the name... ugh!! I'm an idiot to have deleted it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really curious as to who it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend this story oo istaw3abt ina ashwa this guy seemed to be mu7taram since he left his name there too... So I think he knows it's a mistake, phewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time 7asa he's going to drive by that night and see what's going on... that would be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happened like 20 minutes ago or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the funny part about all of this is that everytime I see a young guy after that msg, (I've become so paranoid) I think: IT'S HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I promise, there will be a post, SOON. ;** love you all&lt;br /&gt;hope u laugh at my expense ;*&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-6022577245510666606?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6022577245510666606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-moment.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6022577245510666606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6022577245510666606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-moment.html' title='Funny Moment'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-5974973038794360470</id><published>2009-06-02T23:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:36:42.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 16a</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry everyone hehe, I fell asleep on the table yesterday here was my note: Okay, I'm back.... listening to Mason Musso's (from Metro Station) song, You're From Above as I type part 16...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Check it out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yql-602o3SQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yql-602o3SQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and I just got back from a party... thought I should continue it and post it... enjoy ;** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love you all ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached his house I noticed that he was waiting on the chairs outside for me. He got up quickly to greet me but he didn't get the chance to come to me since I rushed to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you." I whispered into his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hesitated at first but then I felt his arms wrap around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come inside, let's eat lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the table and ate quietly. He kept looking at me and I kept looking at him, it felt so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this all about Talah? You break up with me because I tried to kiss you and now you miss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I stared at him gape faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're sending so many mixed signals and it's really unfair because I really like you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry." I replied, "It's just complicated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then, uncomplicate it!" I could see the vains pop out and his muscles appear in his arms as he clenched his fists, "Do you know how frustrating this is for me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I--I Jo--sh" I stammered, "Oo--kay... I'm going to uncomplicate the whole thing...." I looked at his beautiful blue eyes that were now filled with confusion, "1) you are not a Kuwaiti ... and 2) you are not a muslim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see that he grasped the concept as his eyes softened and he unclenched his fists, "Oh... Talah, it isn't a big deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Josh, it is... in Kuwait it is! There isn't a future to this relationship!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can u say that?!" He replied angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh, trust me, I really want to be with you... but there's no hope... I can let go the fact that you aren't Kuwaiti but I can't let go of the fact that you aren't a muslim." I tried to say it calmly but my voice was shivering,  "So it's better to get out now then go deep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that why u met with Hassan?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That came out of nowhere, "Wait, are jealous?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both standing up right now, furious and fumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came closer, "I'm jealous as hell, talah!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, speechless, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY?! WHY TALAH?! ARE U SERIOUS?! Talah I'm falling for you... I try to kiss you and u seemed to want it to until u backed up and I let that slide... I didn't need that kiss... It was enough JUST BEING WITH YOU... I WAS SATISFIED... But then you break up with me!!! You break up with me.... and a week later you go out with HASSAN?! I'm JEALOUS TALAH, I'M JEALOUS!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed silent. This is the first time I see him this mad and his face so red, he was always calmed down and laid back... he looked incredibly sexy like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a tiny step forward... and another one... and another one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so furious that he didn't notice until I reached him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh?" I asked, looking up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" He replied angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry." I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and crept closer to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked confused as hell... my lips were next to his lips and then I moved them to his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry Josh... I really want to be with you... but I can't" I whispered into his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad yet scared at the same time because of how tense he was, I can feel it... I think he can hurt me if he wanted to, although he never would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved my lips back in front of his and went even closer and brushed my lips against his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seemed to calm him down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it again, but this time I kissed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-5974973038794360470?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/5974973038794360470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-16.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/5974973038794360470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/5974973038794360470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-16.html' title='Part 16a'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-7303165924953575094</id><published>2009-06-01T20:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:08:58.958+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 15b</title><content type='html'>I was frozen in my seat after he left and my eyes wouldn't move from where I last saw him; I stopped eating my icecream since I lost my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, you not want icecream?" MaiLee asked me, noticing that I wasn't eating. I snapped out of my zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, yeah.. I think I'll just take it to go." I gave her a weak smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Sure sure." She gave a bag and cover for it, "See you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye bye, see you soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left, I noticed that I forgot to go to Safeway. I got a trolley and walked inside just wondering what the hell I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pay attention to what I was getting or the choices I had of those things... the only choices that ran in my head were: Josh or get together with Hassan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassan came from a respectable high-class family, one my family would definitly approve of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Josh, Josh, I think I'm in love with Josh. It may be too early for love but I'm definitly on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the trolley in Safeway and went to my car. &lt;em&gt;Focus on the road Talah.&lt;/em&gt; So I did and it was able to take my thoughts off guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at about 12 and decided to go straight to Josh... I Miss him so freaking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I checked myself in the mirror, I looked okay but I didn't bother to change... I wanted to get there ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got back in my car, sent Josh a msg that I'm on my way and off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry that its so short.. i put it as the continuation of 15  so its just the end of 15 and intro of 16.... i'm leaving the house now, going out with my friends. ;) as soon as I get back I'll start part 16 ;) ;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you all, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--hi, my name is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-7303165924953575094?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7303165924953575094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-15b.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/7303165924953575094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/7303165924953575094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-15b.html' title='part 15b'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-3983436759925006543</id><published>2009-05-31T23:32:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:52:02.398+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 15</title><content type='html'>The next five days passed by really slowly. I tried to get over Josh but I just couldn't and he didn't help at all; he kept calling and texting me. It was getting harder and harder for me to not see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday my phone rang with a local area number: *256****5 but it wasn't a number I knew and I'm sure it wasn't a 1-800 call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aloo?" I answered, wondering who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hallah Talah, shloonich?" A manly voice replied, "Ana 7asan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Hassan Al-*****! He's one of the few other Kuwaitis studying in San Mateo College. I hang out with him at uni and let me tell you, he's a sight for sore eyes; especially sore eyes that hasn't seen 5aleeji guys in so long. I used to have a mini-crush on him (and Josh) when we first started college but he's just a friend and we never exchanged numbers or met outside of class but he's calling me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hii... ana zaina il 7amdilla, shloonik inta? 5ala9t il public speaking speech?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe" He chuckled, oh man his laugh is killer, "ee.... actually, I called 3ashan widee akalmich ib shay... are u free right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee... 3an shino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"agoolich laman achoofich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"um.... okay... il7een baroo7 Safeway bashterii cham shay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"perfect, achoofich minak ba3ad 10 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, cu." I replied and ended the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Let me get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my jean shorts, tank top, flip flops, my sunglasses, got my bag and keys and off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang again, "Josh" appeared on the screen with a picture of him putting his tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't take this anymore! I clicked answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, phew! Finally! Talah please please can we talk." It was so good to hear his voice again, I really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Josh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I heard him sigh on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, how r u?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm good." I tried to talk as little as possible because it's very possible that I might break down at any second and I don't need that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, can we talk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inhaled, exhaled, and counted to ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today? But I'm on my way to meet Hasan at Safeway right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hasan? Oh okay... how about you come over for lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" He's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds good, see you then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye Talah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, I miss his breath next to my face, I miss the way he looks at me, I miss our talks, I miss our hangouts, I miss the way he used to hold my hand, I just miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Safeway right on time and saw that Hasan was there already but he was waiting at Tasty Treats, a delicious icecream place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and waved which made me smile back, I guess I still have a TINY crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady greeted me as I came in, she knows me min kithir ma I eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you Talah? How's school? You come for ice-cream?" MaiLee the Korean lady asked me. She's so sweet! She always talks to me whenever I come in here for icecream and sometimes she'd give me free ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey MaiLee, how are you? Yeah, sure why not... I'm actually meeting up with my friend..." I pointed at Hassan who's now standing next to me, "he's actually from Kuwait too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh, I see." She winked and gave me a knowing look which made me laugh, "he goodlooking!"&lt;br /&gt;She whispered to me but ofcourse he heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and he ran his hand through his hair and lowered his face but was smiling.. you know what I mean? The thing that guys do... Ugh, that drives me crazy! Its so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blushed and laughed, "MaiLee you're so naughty! Hehe, 7asan ma3alaik minha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laish? galat shay '3ala6?" He challenged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehehehehe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2 3ad Talooh, matifa8na chithii!" He started tickling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAYY! bassss.... tadrii inee a'3ar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some serious flirting going on, it got my mind off of Josh for a few minutes... It actually felt really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, yallah i5thay icecreamich 3ashan I have something to ask you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my ice cream and was about it to pay when he made me go sit down and paid for me instead. I thanked him and sat down on of the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." He said as he pulled in his chair, "I'm going to just ask," he exhaled, "are u still with Josh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, that was unexpected, I was completely speechless. That came out of nowhere, we never talked about Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, please jawbay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, madri...I think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you're broken up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Errm... Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you still like him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, 7a9alt jawabi... ma kint abee agool shay gabil bas now that you're single bas kint bagoolich inee I'm interested in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo ba36eech wagtich bas I want to ask you if you want to go out. You don't have to answer now, I'll be waiting... i5thii ra7tich." He put his hand on my hand, "Talah, please fakree fee..." He said and got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be seeing you." He smiled his sexy smile, "Talah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-3983436759925006543?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3983436759925006543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/next-five-days-passed-by-really-slowly.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3983436759925006543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3983436759925006543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/next-five-days-passed-by-really-slowly.html' title='part 15'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-3019661863072321136</id><published>2009-05-30T16:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:34:16.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>90210 teacher ;) the one that Matt looks like</title><content type='html'>I got a picture of him and a video... but to really know what I mean that the 90210 teacher is hot, you have to watch 90210... i couldn't find really good clips but here's one.... he appears at 3:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4gPgIJVCho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4gPgIJVCho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SiE1ZMAPLUI/AAAAAAAAACE/rncDoEoO49c/s1600-h/0E99CF95-110D-4351-8593-4ED396A59BBB_extra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SiE1ZMAPLUI/AAAAAAAAACE/rncDoEoO49c/s320/0E99CF95-110D-4351-8593-4ED396A59BBB_extra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341609339873340738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw sorry for the confusion..when I said I'm typing a new post,  I did a new post for &lt;a href="http://www.letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's Keep This Just Between Us, Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love Drops&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Drops&lt;/span&gt;'s new post is coming.. SOON ;) hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-3019661863072321136?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3019661863072321136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/90210-teacher-one-that-matt-looks-like.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3019661863072321136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3019661863072321136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/90210-teacher-one-that-matt-looks-like.html' title='90210 teacher ;) the one that Matt looks like'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SiE1ZMAPLUI/AAAAAAAAACE/rncDoEoO49c/s72-c/0E99CF95-110D-4351-8593-4ED396A59BBB_extra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-1773883423142489781</id><published>2009-05-29T09:36:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:51:19.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts &amp; Questions</title><content type='html'>Okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awalan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back on track! wallah sorry 3an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; updates bas i had my exams.. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ALL DONE now :D ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; wasn't working for the past TWO DAYS!! bas its working now :D thank God I had my blackberry....;)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; .... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; working on a new part right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'3air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hatha&lt;/span&gt;...for the past two days I've been walking up way too early.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;madrii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;laish&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lazim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;itchoofoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shakli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ams&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kint&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;3a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bilail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; i was going to fall asleep on my friends...i was so sleepy.... fa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;laman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;radait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; bait i went straight to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;een&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; jaw 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;iloooo&lt;/span&gt; for swimming..... 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;yabeela&lt;/span&gt; chalet! ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;7t :( bas I did tan and swim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ib&lt;/span&gt; my cousin's swimming pool :D .... My face and body are now brownish-pink....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one else out there tanning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random question: How old do you think I am? And what do you think I look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a TV show... you know catching up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;mosalsalat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;chithii&lt;/span&gt; now that I'm free? .... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; the song "time after time" was on one of them.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; it fit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; perfectly... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;feenii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;barii&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I downloaded and am now playing it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know the old Right Round song?&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, don't like the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the old one... the new one is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;pervy&lt;/span&gt; remake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Awal&lt;/span&gt; ma 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ila&lt;/span&gt;3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;flo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;rida&lt;/span&gt; one... i was like "oh!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;hatha&lt;/span&gt; remix?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; people looked at me like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;hathee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;shfeeha&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; singing the lyrics to the old one: "you spin me right round, baby, right round, like a record baby, right round round!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ila&lt;/span&gt;3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;ina&lt;/span&gt; the lyrics are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so confused &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;ina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;shisalfa&lt;/span&gt;?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; SURE those are the lyrics.... three weeks later or so, I figured out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;flo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;rida&lt;/span&gt; made a new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;heheh&lt;/span&gt;.... '3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;abiya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;wella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;shino&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways here's the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJv5qLsLYoo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJv5qLsLYoo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one do you like more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo min the important dates in KUWAIT'S HISTORY from 2009 was the day COLDSTONE opened in Avenues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you ANYTHING that no one was more sad than I was that it was going to open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that no one was as excited as I was once I accepted the fact that it was opening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laman fatchoo I was shocked that they didn't have one of the KEY ingredients in any order: COOKIE DOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to strangle the worker, miskeen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes opened wide and I asked him: "NO COOKIE DOUGH?!?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and said that they still didn't import it and that the next time I'll be there, there will be cookie dough. I didn't want to push it and say that the next time would be tomorrow so I just shut up and ordered the icecream with brownie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum dum da daaaaa&lt;br /&gt;*scary music ;p *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went the next day AND . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS COOKIE DOUGH... hallelujah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm in big trouble because I had coldstone seven times the week it opened.... I went daily to Avenues for the week and would walk from one side of Avenues to the other to get my coldstone after a movie or before shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inshallah the new part will be ready by today... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment people, please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments make me smile.... they make me want to WRITE! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you, love you all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hi, My Name Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-1773883423142489781?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1773883423142489781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-questions.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1773883423142489781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1773883423142489781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-questions.html' title='Thoughts &amp; Questions'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-3933240236752574624</id><published>2009-05-24T13:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:23:25.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 14-b</title><content type='html'>"Matt? 90210 hottie-look-a-like, Matt?" I stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were down but she brought them up to look at me. She was really ashamed, "Please don't judge!" She pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I won't, I won't.. but how, why, when?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay...we started seeing each other before uni.. I didn't even know he was going to be a professor at our college.... but we dated, had our fun, you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." I nodded-- Bas akeed ya3ni 'had our fun' sha'3la '3air ib amreeca 3an il kuwait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, when I found out that he's a professor and he found out that I'm a student in his class, we broke it off... that would be really unprofessional, you know? And although he is young, he's mature and very responsible... so we called it off but I still have feelings for him... like strong feelings... this only happened two times before and when I got these feelings, I fell in love with those two guys.... so I guess this is leading to love... But anyways... where'd I leave off?.... ah yeah, we broke it off but I still really liked him... but we just became friends after that.. like I'd joke with him in class and stuff but its harmless..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry... it must be hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is... and I just can't be his friend any longer.. so I made the move, the party was the first time since we broke up that we actually got together...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got together?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Made out... danced... you know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaa okay I see" I winked, "What about Jared?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me and Jared weren't dating for more than four months... I just knew him that amount of time... but when Matt and I broke up.. I thought maybe Jared and I would have a connection and we weren't doing anything that isn't allowed... he's my age and a student and everything.... but I'm not happy with him..... the happiest I've been is with Matt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah.... hmm.... does Jared know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told him tonight... no details, just that we were better as friends and I guess the feelings were mutual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, that's good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed, "Yeah...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is so highschool, but how'd you rate Matt's kisses out of ten?" I asked which got another laugh from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, trust me, it's 11.5 out of 10..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that good, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup! What about Josh? I never got the pleasure of kissing him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was my turn to laugh, "hehehehe, well me neither."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes became huge, "Don't tell me you've never kissed???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I did just not Josh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her expression went back to normal... hahah;p ...."Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wait first lemme explain Kuwait's society to you for a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahamtha shloon ihnii 3aib il dating oo chithii.... oo like some ppl date secretly oo the part about religion oooo blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still don't get it but about the religion I get that... and it's good to pull away now then go in deep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that's what my friend back home, Haya said....Hehe, I know you don't... you just have to be like there or a Kuwaiti to get it.... but in a way i think you got the concept.... hey, what time is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shoot, 6 am..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahah, we've been talking for three hours..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your explanation itself needed almost an hour!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck my tongue out, "Thank God, we don't have uni today."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-3933240236752574624?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3933240236752574624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-14-b.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3933240236752574624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3933240236752574624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-14-b.html' title='part 14-b'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-281980788621018499</id><published>2009-05-22T18:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:02:13.199+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Message</title><content type='html'>Inspirational Song&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, read the lyrics, it's really impressive and so true and tragic...&lt;br /&gt;Amazing song, even though it isn't a new one, this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; music, Love it... thought I should share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands Held High by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Turn my mike up louder I got to say something&lt;br /&gt;Light weights step to the side when we come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping&lt;br /&gt;People on the street they panic and start running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming&lt;br /&gt;I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk something, take back what's yours&lt;br /&gt;Say something that you know they might attack you for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before&lt;br /&gt;Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this war's really just a different brand of war&lt;br /&gt;Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they understand you in the back of the jet&lt;br /&gt;When you can't put gas in your tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque&lt;br /&gt;Asking you to have compassion and have some respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a leader so nervous in an obvious way&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my living room watching but I am not laughing&lt;br /&gt;Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World is cold the bold men take action&lt;br /&gt;Have to react or get blown into fractions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years old it's something to see&lt;br /&gt;Another kid my age drugged under a jeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken and bound and found later under a tree&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the soldiers they're out today&lt;br /&gt;They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic at times like this you pray&lt;br /&gt;But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads&lt;br /&gt;Inside your market, your shops, your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad he's got a lot of fear I know&lt;br /&gt;But enough pride inside not to let that show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had a book he would hold with pride&lt;br /&gt;A little red cover with a broken spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside&lt;br /&gt;When the rich wage war it's the poor who die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the leader just talks away&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;both scared and angry like "what did he say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJw82xm76Ug&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJw82xm76Ug&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VE_u74_KDc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VE_u74_KDc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-281980788621018499?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/281980788621018499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/important-message.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/281980788621018499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/281980788621018499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/important-message.html' title='Important Message'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-2831141790089524943</id><published>2009-05-21T20:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:27:59.319+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 14a</title><content type='html'>I felt someone playing with my hair. What's going on? Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night came rushing back and remembered everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, my head is starting to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I'm on Chloe's bed, sleeping on half of it and she was playing with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it?" I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's 3AM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, did I wake you up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I just came in 15 minutes ago. What's wrong? Josh left a long time ago and he looked heart broken, he wouldn't even talk to me! What's going on? Did you get into a fight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart broken? :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not really, we actually broke up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped playing with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a long story, not really long but it's really complicated... I can't go over it right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I understand. Are you tired?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm.... but keep talking please, I want to hear about your boyfriend. He seems so incredible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, he is... but I don't know about him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What'd you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grew silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chloe, what'd you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't judge me, you know me, you know I'm not a bad person and I never mean to hurt anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ofcourse!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just going to say it and get it over with: I'm kind of with another guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Who? I've been with you since we started uni--- " I paused, All the events clicked together, from the first time we entered his room and up until the party...  "Oh."    the teasing wasn't just teasing, she was actually flirting... "Matt? 90210 hottie-look-a-like, our English proffesser, Matt?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-2831141790089524943?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2831141790089524943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-14a.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/2831141790089524943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/2831141790089524943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-14a.html' title='part 14a'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-9144778825426359435</id><published>2009-05-21T00:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:29:06.759+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 13-b</title><content type='html'>I guess it's time to face reality... I turned to face him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my expression revealed that there's something wrong since he grabbed my hand and walked to the nearest exist as I followed him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out to the garden and he held my hands tightly in his, I can feel his grip on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What's going on?" He asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed quiet and moved my eyes away, I'm too weak jidama... I just can't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Talah," He tilted my face towards his, "what's wrong?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked into his confused eyes, "I'm sorry." That's all I could get out. I was about to leave but he tightened his grip on my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Talah, what's wrong?" He asked again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Josh," Just saying his name really hurts... I'm really into him, "Josh...." I said again as I felt my heart break into pieces and felt myself getting weaker and weaker, "we can't do this any longer." I replied without looking into his eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Talah-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"-Josh, please, don't make it harder than it is." I was so close to breaking down, "I've got to go, see you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His hands weren't gripping as tightly as before and so I was able to get out,  I left him alone and headed back to the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was dancing and having a good time, I just couldn't face it right now. I went to Chloe's room, closed the door, and released all the tears until I fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-9144778825426359435?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/9144778825426359435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-13-b.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/9144778825426359435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/9144778825426359435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-13-b.html' title='part 13-b'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-4689956419973588731</id><published>2009-05-20T17:32:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:34:39.959+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;btw for those of you who haven't read it, part 12 was posted before this... thank you for reading, love you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, My Name Is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... Hi Matt." I greeted him, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Chloe's footsteps behind me, "Matttt, hey...." She sounded real happy to see him but when she saw my expression it became a bit awkward, "Um... well don't you both stand there, come on in Matt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, thanks... neat house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, that's the best you can do?! Aren't you an english professor?" She teased and i think i calmed down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this is Matt, Matt who we joke around in college with, Matt who is a bit older than us.... he can party with us, can't he? I mean this is what he's here for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chloe, come with me for a sec, I want to show you something in the kitchen... I wanted to ask you about." I nudged her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah sure, be right back Matt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure thing." He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her to the kitchen and closed the door, "What is this Chloe? What's he doing here?" I tried to keep my voice low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I figured he should hang with us." She replied innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But isn't it weird, I mean he's fun and we'd joke around with him in uni/college but party with us?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, he is kinda like a friend, isn't he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He never hangs with us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She avoided eye contact, "Um... yeah, it's okay Talah, calm down... he's chill, he's a friend of ours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, if you say so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This won't affect how we're treated at uni/college?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, you ready to have fun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup, are you Talah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DEFINITELY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the living room and I felt so much calmer knowing that she had invited him to actually hang with us... he's really good-looking too so that doesn't hurt... haha ignore that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang again and a bunch of our friends entered. The living room started getting a little crowded so we put on the music and started dancing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell kept ringing and people kept coming in until one time I opened the door and I saw this guy standing there.... fitting Chloe's description of her boyfriend PERFECTLY! He also had flowers in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MUST be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, are you Jared?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, hey, what's up? Is Chloe around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah she's in here, come on in, I'm Talah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're Talah! I see. Chloe told me so much about you.... how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm good, it's great to finally meet you, come on let me lead you to Chloe." I pointed behind me where the music's coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the living room where everyone was dancing and we saw Chloe and Matt dancing together, wow Matt's a good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waved to Chloe to come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put an arm on Matt to stop him and brought him over with her towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHH!!!!" I heard her scream over the music when she saw Jared, she ran towards him and started kissing him. Aw, they looked so cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was left behind them looking at them but there was something wrong, he had an expression on him that I hadn't seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm... what could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't think of it much further since I myself felt strong arms wrap around my waist. A smile automatically appeared on my face, Josh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no, Talah.... itthakiray, lazim u break up with him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly removed that smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-4689956419973588731?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4689956419973588731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-13.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4689956419973588731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4689956419973588731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-13.html' title='part 13'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-2249494252470152010</id><published>2009-05-20T13:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:33:04.521+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 12</title><content type='html'>*buzz* *buzz* *buzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ugh, what time is it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the clock 4:30AM. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;WTH?&lt;/span&gt; Who calls at 4:30AM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked answer, "Taloooooooooooooooh!" Haya's voice boomed in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hayoo, chub." I replied, grumpily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shda3wa chithii nasya 3ani? Ma kalamtich 7ag TWO weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nayma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7ilfay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laish, haw, sa3a cham 3indikum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hayoo arba3 oo nu9 il 9ub7...Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shinoooo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zain chithii? I'm awake now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Digeega." I reached for the milk I keep next to my bed and drank a bit, mmmmm, delicious! "Okay, 9ij 9ij I'm awake now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mu5ich gam yishti'3il?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiiiiit for iiiiit...." 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ...." YUP, il7een.... HIIII HAYOOOOO!!!!!" I screamed into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhh, Talooooh's back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haya, I miss you wallah!!! Oo t3arfeen shkithir i missed speaking in arabic!?!? Ihni englazii 24/7!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahah! Yal 9aida!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hayooo min 9ijeee... aalllaaah i7sas 7iloo ini atkalam 3arabi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee, ya7mara, law itkalmeenii akthar, tigdireen itmarsain reya'6at il 7achi bil lu'3a il 3arabiya akthar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheheh, tadreen you can call too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I DID!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah you did, ams." Sikat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shfeech?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hayooo, ithakaraiin Josh ilee gitlich 3ana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eee.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... il7een ohwa boyfriendy.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yummm... ya7a'6ich...inzain shilmoshkila? laish sakta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lazim I break up ma3a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haw laish? Cham youm 9ayerla your boyfriend 3ashan you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ams wadanii 3ala "date" oo gilna ina i7na boyfriend oo girlfriend.... oo hayooo iyanin!!! yihabil! bitmooteen 3alai.... ahbal! oo yishawig! oo rayal bas nafs il wagt yahil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inzaiiin..... 3ayal laish you breakup?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3ashan, awalan, mo kuwaiti.... ok hatha yamshi... bas thaniyan moo MUSLIM! ya3ni shbasawii.... oo wain ahli yir'6oon inee atzawaja?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laish itfakreen 3an il zawaj?! taw il nas.... bas istansay ma3a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Witha I fall in love with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm.... a7isich you already are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talooh, aww... bas mo nafs a5ir thalath marat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hayaaa! a5ir mara, i really really liked ahmed..... ziad oo abdullah ilee kanaw bas chithii...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay okay fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haya tara '3air hatha.... kan biboosnii 3ogob il date.... bas wa5art."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min 9ijich? laish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madri..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.... madrii shagool... bas tara itha you're falling for him... madrii 9a3ba ina idisheen bil relationship akthar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ee 3ashan chithi i want to breakup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.. wallah madri."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next topic... INTAY shlooonich? ish9ayer ma3ach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, hehe.... Taltoola ma ra7 it9adgeen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shino? Shinoooo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bayeeeee 3indich!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MITA?!!?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NEXT WEEK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9IJ, 7ILFAY!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WALLAH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed... I was really awake by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehhee, 7adaaaa!" sima3tha mishta6a all over on the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed for a while shino lazim ityeeb oo kilshay oo solafna 7ag sa3tain ba3dain la7a'6t inee lazim anam bas 7asait ib ra7aa ib galbi. Waiiiiiii ma agdar an6ir 3ashan achoofha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimt wil ibtisama shaga wayhii, Hayoooo bityeeeee! Bitmoot 3ala Josh ooo CHLOE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Ilyoum bagooluhum... ako il 7afla il laila ib bait Chloe.... akalemha ba3dain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itjahazt 7ag il 7afla oo kil shay 7adi mistansa... I'm gunna meet Chloe's bf today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang, "CHLOE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heyy, where are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm two minutes away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to start partying right?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Definitely! Before the guys get here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait to meet your boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, oh yeah, sure. I've got to go, see you soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming in right now, bye." I replied as I shut the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside the house and greeted Chloe we sat down and converesed for a while. We talked about our date and everything bas ma giltlaha what I told Hayoo, akeed ya3ni  ma ra7 tifham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just wanted to get loose after so we got up, turned off the lights, and started dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooof it feels sooo good to release everything, we shaked our asses off and went crazy. After an hour, we calmed down and got some cold drinks and fixed our hair and makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang oo fita7na il bab oo I got SHOCKED..... OUR PROFFESSER.... at Chloe's house, for the party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-2249494252470152010?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2249494252470152010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-12.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/2249494252470152010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/2249494252470152010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-12.html' title='part 12'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-2386332368899720093</id><published>2009-05-14T23:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:49:37.827+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh-oh, I looked around.... what am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step back and left some space between us.  This is feeling really weird and awkward. He looked at me confused. I have to admit, he looked adorable like that, like a little kid not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm..." Ma 3araft shagool oo ohwa ma 3araf shloon yirid 3alai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to say something! This is so awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ummm... I'm not ready." I whispered, feeling tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But come in." He looked as if he was thinking about leaving, "please?" I pleaded and placed a hand on his arm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He eyed my hand on his arm. He seemed down. O&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h my God, what did I do? This was a perfect date, why'd I have to ruin it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you okay with this?" I asked as we walked inside. Kint 9ij 5aifa.... ya3ni ihnii all of them kiss...bas madri, I'm just not ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, I am." He suddenly changed, seeming like his old happy self. But I can see it in his eyes, he was still confused. "Come on, loser." He told me and pulled me close to him.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmm, this feels good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the rest of the night just talking and hanging out. The awkwardness was mostly gone but there was still a bit of it hanging in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so frustrating! I'm getting a headache because of how much I'm thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just left Talah's house and it was a refreshing first date, it was a lot of of fun, and Talah, Talah is great, she's funny, sexy as hell, and a great listener..... what more can I get? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought we were getting along great, I felt a spark between us. And we're what? In Uni/College... what's up with the "I'm not ready to kiss" thing?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, I shrugged it off and we had fun after it but what the hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be a jerk, I'm not a jerk. And if it were any other guy, I'm absolutely sure they'd just shrug HER off but-- but, I shrugged the issue off... why's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus!&lt;/span&gt; I'm falling in love with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I wasn't I couldn't have been okay with what happened, but I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hates me. I'm sure he's going to break up with me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Akeed Talah! Ya3ni ish3abalich, you can take him home to all of your friends and family? 3ablich ra'6yeen 3ala il wa'63? You've put that issue aside for a while now. It's time to deal with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way will my parents approve. Hell, my cousins and closest friends wouldn't. I mean, sure, a fling but nothing serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't care about the physical stuff and this is without me knowing her for that long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's it, I'm going to put effort into this relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Shoot, I'm falling for her, HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Talah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Shoot, I've got to break up with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-2386332368899720093?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/2386332368899720093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-11.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/2386332368899720093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/2386332368899720093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-11.html' title='part 11'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-8917532605373692909</id><published>2009-04-26T22:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:23:31.255+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 10</title><content type='html'>We danced for a while (I LOVED it) and then had the most romantic first date dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate so many different types of cupcakes and they were so utterly delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so full!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, we ate so much.... especially you." He winked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heyyyy! What do you mean?! What are you implying?" I threw my napkin at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised an eyebrow, "Honestly? A napkin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheh, that was adorable, wait hold still." His chair was close to mine (throughout the dinner garabna 3ala ba3a'6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have some icing on your cheek." His face came close to me and i felt his lips on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Was that too cheesy? Please don't let him turn out to be the cheesy boyfriend type....&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved back into his seat and I saw his lips, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh there was definitely some icing, heheheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mm, yummy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehhehehe, I'm just teasing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheh, Josh! I'm literally full! That was so good! Thank you so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're more than welcome. I take it you're ready to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but wait, we need to get the check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All taken care of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wheeen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged, "We kind of own this place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth dropped open, "Whaa-aaa-aat?" I stammered, "You're father OWNS this CUPCAKE PLACE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged, "yup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "wait, he does the cupcakes, HERE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I didn't want to tell you until I knew what you thought about them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God! I can't believe it! Do they offer jobs here?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheh, you wanna work here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duuuuuuh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that can be done." He winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around me, "I bet you bring all the girls here." I mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned my face towards him with his fingers, "Talah, no, I don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into his eyes and saw that he was telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized, Oh my God! We're on our way to a serious relationship!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about marraige? What about my family?!&lt;br /&gt;NO way bi5aloonii a5ith amreekii oo '3air hatha mo muslim.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah?" He interupted my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheh, you zoned out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just thinking. I can't believe it.... I'm the only girl you brought here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup." He smiled and I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget about marraige, religion, and parents, deal with it later. &lt;/span&gt;I told myself,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have fun now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay you ready to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup" I replied as I got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I wrapped mine around his waist as we walked out to the adorable car of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked me to the door like a gentleman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas it was kind of awkward, I mean this was a date... normally he would come straight in, but do things change now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want them to. &lt;/span&gt;I decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stand like a wierdo on the door, nerd!.... come in." I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled back, "wait, I have to do something.... it's kind of manditory...." He eyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so naive... "which is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped a step forward and came closer and closer, his smile again was next to my smile but I knew this time it was a different closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was going to kiss me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-8917532605373692909?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8917532605373692909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-danced-for-while-i-loved-it-and-then.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/8917532605373692909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/8917532605373692909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-danced-for-while-i-loved-it-and-then.html' title='part 10'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-4965824607071195578</id><published>2009-04-23T22:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:32:16.341+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 9 dedicated to Sarcastic Laugh ;*********</title><content type='html'>"What's going on, is someone being shy?" He teased since I wasn't moving at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh, we have a problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me you're breaking up with me on our first date, ouch!" He clutched his heart and made a painful expression which made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's not that.." I started and then paused and then I froze in my place, "Wait,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Breaking up?&lt;/span&gt; Are we in a real relationship now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked confused, "Well...." It looked like he was a bit disappointed, "I mean, not serious... but you are my girlfriend... but if you don't wa--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interrupted, "No, no, I uh, I'm, wow." I giggled chinee yahil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you are my girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're my boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran a hand through his hair with his head down and looked at me up... God, it was so sexy... he smiled, his teeth white and dazzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came close to me wrapped his arms around my waist and brought his face really close to mine, our foreheads were touching his smile was next to mine, I can feel his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh," I said while looking into his mesmerizing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" He asked looking into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno how to slow dance." I said all serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He BURST out laughing... he looked beautiful laughing, so alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I playfully hit him on the arm, "I'm serious it's not funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right it's not.." he tried to freeze his face and be serious for a bit but he couldn't, the smile went back on his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo of course, it made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah," Wayyy ismeee felt so special from him, "We'll have the rest of the year to perfect it. I'll teach you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'm ready to learn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him and I put my arms around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me even closer but we still had space between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah now it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow my lead."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-4965824607071195578?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4965824607071195578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-9.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4965824607071195578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4965824607071195578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-9.html' title='part 9 dedicated to Sarcastic Laugh ;*********'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-1454762404035212864</id><published>2009-04-21T23:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:37:31.463+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;BTW il amakin, I'm making them up.. I do know San Mateo but the way I chose San Mateo was by writing down a list of places in America I went over the summer and then randomly chose San Mateo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like il resturants and the beaches from now on they may not be in San Mateo..b/c it's a hard place for this story to take place in....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you oo I swear I'm sorry 7ag il ta5eer, yatlii fatra I just couldn't continue, sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ijabkum the guy I'm thinking of as Josh? Bas ofcourse WAY older ;) hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love you ;**, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked throughout the whole ride.... 3adii bas it5alooni isboo3 kamil ma3a oo bas yimir il wagt oo i7na 6ageenha suwalif...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very safe with him... we were friends before whatever we are now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... i think we're dating.. right?&lt;br /&gt;I giggled to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw me through the mirror and smiled..."That was the cutest thing ever." He mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheh, what was?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what you did but it was adorable." He replied as he took my hand into his hand, kissed it and then held on to it while he was driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pay attention to where we were going... I couldn't- even if I wanted to... my mind was with him, paying attention to him and him only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached a place I've never been before... I gasped, it was like a cupcake cafe (I love cupcakes!!) that had the cutest tables ever outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stepped inside and a waiter asked if he can help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ehmm" Josh cleared his throat, "yeah.. I reserved a table for two under the name Josh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah yes! The special reservation." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Special haaa? Wain 7ajizzz?&lt;/span&gt; The waiter winked, "Follow me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to the back exit of the cafe to discover a table set for two over a view of live music from the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gasp escaped from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh smiled, "You like it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh, wow!" I wrapped my arm around his waist and he put his arm around my shoulder, we fit together perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready Me Lady?" He asked as he removed his arm and pulled out a chair for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, why thank you, noble gentleman" I replied as I bowed and then sat in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the menu and it had pictures of the most cutest cupcakes ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I think I'm in heaven!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, I LOVE LOVE LOVE CUPCAKES!!!" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe, I know..." He winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How'd you know?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you constantly talk about them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me, you do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eyed him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you testing me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I first saw you and started talking to you, I asked you what you missed about home... you said the usual stuff family, friends, parties, the food and then you said 'and cupcakes' and you explained you miss chocolate bar's red velvet cupcakes.... and something about sugar and spice cupcakes? I looked at you like you were crazy and you went 'whaaaa-aaat? They're the best cupcakes I've tasted so  far, other than Magnolia ones in New York!' and then you'd randomly bring them up from time to time.." and he shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously impressed.... shloon yithakar kil hatha 3anee?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whaat?" Si2al 3ogob ma chaf the way I was looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, it's just, wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You, this, I dunno, the whole thing..! Thank you so much..... best date ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ditto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical music started playing loudly from the park. I sipped a bit of my water. Faj2a achoofha yigoom oo eyee 9oobii... 7a6ait my glass down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, what are you doing?" Si2alta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I have this dance?" He put his hand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwww...... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OFCOURSE&lt;/span&gt;, the cupcakes can wait!!.... I put my hand in his and stood up quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me close toward him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so excited that I forgot about one problem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how to slow dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-1454762404035212864?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1454762404035212864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-8.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1454762404035212864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1454762404035212864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-8.html' title='part 8'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-7551168577563850056</id><published>2009-04-21T20:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:00:14.318+03:00</updated><title type='text'>JOSH?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/Se4JKwUL8gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZqooWywkcyU/s1600-h/120s3nnox8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/Se4JKwUL8gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZqooWywkcyU/s320/120s3nnox8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327205489598788098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of this guy but a bit older with the different sparks of blue in his eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes Or No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-7551168577563850056?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/7551168577563850056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/04/josh.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/7551168577563850056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/7551168577563850056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/04/josh.html' title='JOSH?!'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/Se4JKwUL8gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZqooWywkcyU/s72-c/120s3nnox8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-8101878904732162600</id><published>2009-03-30T22:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:49:17.616+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7-B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SdEUMghB2GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NyJ8Njzp8fo/s1600-h/51866008-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SdEUMghB2GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NyJ8Njzp8fo/s320/51866008-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319054840020719714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SdEUMK8pFII/AAAAAAAAABk/a4P5EEdx4ck/s1600-h/60995725-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SdEUMK8pFII/AAAAAAAAABk/a4P5EEdx4ck/s320/60995725-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319054834230957186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SdEULle5msI/AAAAAAAAABc/cKzSE8wne-8/s1600-h/58605226-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SdEULle5msI/AAAAAAAAABc/cKzSE8wne-8/s320/58605226-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319054824174099138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SdEUMmq9c7I/AAAAAAAAABs/qe8WcMuoL7c/s1600-h/58291369-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SdEUMmq9c7I/AAAAAAAAABs/qe8WcMuoL7c/s320/58291369-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319054841672987570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was my outfit...&lt;br /&gt;I looked at myself in the mirror, the dress fit perfectly on my body.... it was a tad bit above my knee and my upper part was exposed but I did look good, especially with the tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hopefully it's good for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had on very light summery makeup since it still is summer! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready oo kilshay at 6:50pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9awart nafsii oo ba3athta 7ag Chloe-- she was going out for dinner with people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Text received (Chloe):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peeeeeeeeeeeeerfect!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting so excited for the date, I kept pacing around the room and checking my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:57 he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What up, what up?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheheh, Are you almost here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a knock on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door and there he was, all smiles with a rose in his hand, "you ready, beautiful?" he asked as he shut his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go handsome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want to put the flower in a vase or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm.. yeah you're probably right, hehe, I'll be right back." I felt dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laman 5ala9t oo kina ibni6la3 chan yi7i6 his arm 3ala chatfee oo he pulls me close oo yisasirlee ib athoonii: "By the way, I only did that so I can see you.... you look really pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww iyanin!! &lt;/span&gt;I blushed so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you." Radait ib 9oot wa6ii... laf his arm 3ala my body oo mishana bara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah." Waiiii amoot 3ala ismii laman asma3a mina.. yihadiiniii... sikat.... i was completly mesmerised with his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" Wallah chinii hypnotized!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iltifat 3ala wayha oo 3ainii ib i3yoonaa... oo sira7t fee! bas sira7t oo 9a6alt...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'6i7ak oo istaw3abt inii 9a6alt feee... wayyy hal '6a7kaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iftishalt oo kint alif wayhi wallah yibooosnii 3ala 5adi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehe shut up! Let's go!" Radait 3ala jokingly oo ana mayta min il fashla!! Talait eeda oo wi9alna bara..... walla jidamna shino?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CUTEST CAR EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top down, red, two seats... it's ADORABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ala hal 6aga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 343px; height: 256px;" alt="http://triumphofnewmexico.com/Sportscar/rightside.JPG" src="http://triumphofnewmexico.com/Sportscar/rightside.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD!!!!" I squealed....."AYSHAY!!! IS THIS YOURS?!?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father's prized possession." He replied with this huge triumphant smile on his face.... "and what did u say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't reply.... I was just hopping and rushing around the car to look at all the angles... it was the cutest thing ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect way to start the date...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready?" Si2alnii oo yifichlii il bab....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Definitely!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-8101878904732162600?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/8101878904732162600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-7-b.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/8101878904732162600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/8101878904732162600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-7-b.html' title='Part 7-B'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SdEUMghB2GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NyJ8Njzp8fo/s72-c/51866008-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-6796511102275463297</id><published>2009-03-30T18:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:09:02.424+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUSER%7E1.YOU%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-language:AR-KW;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent the day with Chloe shopping at Hilsdale Mall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe wanted to strangle my phone.... it was constantly beeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;laish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ashan Josh and I were constantly text messaging each other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BEEP &lt;/i&gt;(another message):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ready for tonight?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Josh:&lt;br /&gt;What should I wear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Text recieved:&lt;br /&gt;you looked hot in that swimsuit &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Na8za?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Josh:&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Is swimming involved?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Text recieved:&lt;br /&gt;If I say no, will you still wear it? Or something similar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, hehehehe! Hal walad yi'6a7ik!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt; To Josh:&lt;br /&gt;you wish!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Text received:&lt;br /&gt;where are you now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Josh:&lt;br /&gt;Hilsdale... forever 21... i'm starving!! we're eating lunch after&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Text recieved:&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your stomach growl here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Josh:&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;***Incoming Call***&lt;br /&gt;              JOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Hey Chloe,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" She looked up from the racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got a call, I'll be right back." I said, my face glowing, I'm sure she knew who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, "Tell him I say hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked &lt;i&gt;answer &lt;/i&gt;on my way out of the store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;GRRR!!!&lt;/i&gt;" Il a55 gam yisaweelii hungry stomach noises!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its not funny!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"HAHAH!&lt;/i&gt;" his deep laugh echoed on the other side of the phone, "&lt;i&gt;it's hilarious!!!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo akeed I can't help but giggle. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Seee? heheeh! It IS funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe, you're one to speak, you're a guy you're always hungry!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Growl, growl, growl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheh!!! Seriously stop it! And I'm serious, what should I wear tonight? Where are we going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was serious of all a sudden, "I'm not telling you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, how should I dress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suim suit applicable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, hehe, wear whatever you like, God you girls have problems with clothes! Its just something you put on!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay fine, I'll figure it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I've got to go now, Alex and I are arranging our date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just admitted you're 1) cheating on me and 2) that you're gay.... nice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! Are you challenging my manhood? I'll show you how manly I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you just say manhood and manly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Point taken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, hehehhe!! I can't wait for tonight! Pleaseee tell me what we're doing! What should I wear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cooome onnn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pleaseeeeee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God, you're so stubborn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay okay fine, bye bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"heheh, bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CLICK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chayakt il sa3a: 3pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayshay!! I wasted the three hours texting Josh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazim alagii shay albisa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rija3t il ma7al ibsir3a, my stomach really growling now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chloe, I need to find something to wear!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No kidding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw Chloe, come on, please help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, you think I was rushing around for nothing, you were so busy texting Josh the whole time I knew you weren't paying attention at all!! And so I took this assignment in my hands since you really need help with your clothes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with my clothes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't show off your figure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me when.... other than swimsuits!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm.. well, see.... that's the thing... you guys don't dress up here, at all.... backhome we do... but we're more ummm conservative!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah well, you're not home any more! Go try these on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo she shoved a bunch of clothes into my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished shopping, found the perfect outfit oo ashwa ina Chloe nagita.. she knows Josh o shino yi7ib so this is PERFECT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo ibsir3a 5ala9t bil dressing room so we can go eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the foodcourt downstairs, ate pizza, and then went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 6pm, he'll be here in an hour, time to get ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-6796511102275463297?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6796511102275463297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-7.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6796511102275463297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6796511102275463297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-7.html' title='part 7'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-4741242654358494496</id><published>2009-03-21T20:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:45:24.401+03:00</updated><title type='text'>7aflat Rashid Il Majid</title><content type='html'>Il laila il 7aflaaaaaa!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wa a5eeran!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7addiii 7adii mistansa bas&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lail7een ma 6ila3t!!! ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I post this, ba6la3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas b'3ait agoolookum 3ashan I'm soo looking forward to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo ba3ad kint bagoolookum ineee 7adii istnast ib the other two 7aflat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas 5ala9 gam akarir nafsiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il7eeen i have to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;minooo fikum rayiii7??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll see you there! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL MY READERS :****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hi My Name Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-4741242654358494496?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4741242654358494496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/7aflat-rashid-il-majid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4741242654358494496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4741242654358494496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/7aflat-rashid-il-majid.html' title='7aflat Rashid Il Majid'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-1695849197676323099</id><published>2009-03-20T18:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:50:19.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 6</title><content type='html'>Awal ma Josh schaf il akel gal ina he's starving.. He unwrapped himself from me oo 3a6anii 9a7an ibsir3a oo ra7 yi7i6 7ag nafsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbay il awlad mushkila maa3a il akel... miyaneen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya3nii 9ara7atan itha you make them choose bitween any two things oo one of them is food, they'll choose food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo itha kan akoo akel jidaamhum, mayhim malhum wella mu malhum, LAZIM yakloona....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo laaaaaa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diray balich&lt;/span&gt;, 3ashan shino.... some boys don't like to share food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya3nii marat I try to steal a french fry or two from a guy I know oo I get the dirtiest looks ever chinhum yigooloon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how dare you? &lt;/span&gt;aw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fa ashwa ina ra7 yi7i6 Josh il akil 7ag nafsa, 5alee yakil 3ala ra7ta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laman il7een ashwa maku mushkila ma3a, ya3ni itha ohwa 6aleb shay ma3inda mani3 inee akil ma3a... bas ilyoum 3ogob il shams oo il 7ar oo il swimming i don't want to interupt his stomach's needs.... you never know, yimkin ilyoum he's starvinnggg to the point ina yakilni, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'6i7akt 7ag nafsi chinii maynoona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you giggling about?" Sima3t Chloe min warai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys" Radait 3alaiha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One in particular?" Si2lat oo ihya itrafi3 7awjibha... wayhii 7amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.....nope no one comes to mind" radait sarcasticlly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... reallyyy? How about your heart? Is there one that comes to your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ew, Chloe that's so cheesyyy.... Josh is so not the cheesy kind of guy... and I'm not the cheesy kind of girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She burst out laughing, "Gotchya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe, but he is the forward type of guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean like he shows that he likes you, he's very blunt, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, exactly." Ya3nii wayid yibayin ina he likes me, ya3ni mo il noo3 ilee yig3ad sakit... nafs laman kina in the jacuzzi, he's very open with his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, don't tell me I didn't warn you, I did, the first day." She winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahha!! That's right, you did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you love it don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I do Chloe." Radait silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love what?" Josh approached us from the side, his plate FILLED with food it's about to collapse at any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh, you gotta leave her alone a bit... I barely saw her today!" Whined Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care how much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;saw her, I only care that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; spend time with her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that's my cue to leave, Talah, tomorow you're mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's busy at night." Josh rad 3alaiha.... 9ar feenii &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh? I am? Umbay nisait shay?! Please don't say it's something important!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you up to Talah?" Chloe si2latnii... bas mabii arid 3alaiha.... i feel so bad inee nisait something... my mind was completly blank... 5ift agool madrii oo yi6la3 ina Josh invited me to something important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm..." Radait....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shagool?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's going to be with me." Rad Josh.... 7asaiiiit ina akoo shay!! Umbay shino ohwa?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talah mu wagtich tinsain!! Did he need help with a gift for her sister? La2 hatha kan last week.... umbay umbay.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-aaat?! I just told you I need her, you can't be with her all the time! And she didn't mention anything." Radait Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's because I still didn't tell her... stop ruining my plans Chloe!" He argued which made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;istaw3abt 3ogob: "Because I still didn't tell her" ... ooo shino ya3nii irta77 galbiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashwa inee ma nisait something was going on... ya3nii we were in such a good place right now I'd feel so bad if I forgot an important event in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas il7een I'm excited.. shino our plans tormow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo aham shay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; plans meant ana oo ohwa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moo&lt;/span&gt; ana oo ohwa oo Chloe oo Alex oo Alexa oo Laila oo the rest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Private &lt;/span&gt;plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he asking me out on a----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, would you like to go out with me?" He interupted my thoughts oo la7a'6t ina Chloe left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Out.... out like a--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Date?" My heart started beating so fast... ya3nii I'm not supposed to get excited... wain ga3deen!? We're in COLLEGE... bas stilll...... I haven't been on a date "date" ever... bil Kuwait bas kina inchoof ba3a'6 ana oo this guy bas we never called 6al3atna dates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know it's so highschool and all but what else should I call it?" He continued since I didn't reply oo istaw3abt maybe he thinks I don't want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, No..." Ibsir3a radait 3alaih, "I'd love too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry I'm not replying to your comments... I swear I'm reading all of them oo that's why I dedicated to Finicky and Pa7nass because of the comments you guys wrote...  I dooo read your comments, hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo I'll reply to your questions and comments tonight maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just very very busy these days.... jam3a oo family oo my  oo hal suwalif. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bas gilt lazim a7i6likum new part 3ala il a8al...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love you all and thank you for readinggg ;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo continue commenting! :D ;D heheh... I LOVE reading your responses!!!&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/6647684305123639796-1695849197676323099?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/1695849197676323099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-6.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1695849197676323099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/1695849197676323099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-6.html' title='part 6'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-3795291445192920203</id><published>2009-03-17T22:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:56:46.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 5</title><content type='html'>His face was extremely and unbearably close to mine. Gidart achoof every little hair that started to poke out min 9oob shuwarba, I can feel his breath just centimeters away, I can see the different sparks of color that made up those mesmerisingly colored eyes. It's too much for me to handle, my body felt hot all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey.” I replied, as he moved a wet strand of hair away from my face, his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a whole new set of shivers down my spine. He looked at my expression and smiled with those pearly white teeth of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never gotten this close and comfortable to a guy.... he started getting closer and I saw his hand moving under the water to reach mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were moving too fast and my cheeks were burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "action" in the car was something else-- I couldn't see his face and expression back then; but those eyes, those eyes, I just can't face them right now with that much intensity in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa what did I do?! Shino sawat il thakiya Talah? '3asat ta7t il maii oo sib7at to the other side of the pool leaving him gaping at her from the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His expression alone was hilarious! 7adaaa 9ar fee shock! hehehe... umbay 9ij 9ij kisar 5a6riiiii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas shasawii ya3nii? 7adii iftishalt!&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm sending mixed messages on purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8arart a6la3 min il 7amam il siba7a oo a6ib mara thanya min il diving board this time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo ana a6la3 a7iis a7ad yi5izniii... lafait 3ala 9oob il i7saas walla minoooo? Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbay umbay 9ij 9ij iyanin!! His curly golden blonde hair fell around his face oo gidart achoof kil jisma min bara il 7amam il seeba7a.... bas ma chaknii checking him out... ibroo7a 3yoon il a5 kan mit3ali8 ib jismi... yi6ali3nii min foug laman ta7at.... I never felt more exposed in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan widee arki'6 ibsir3a wadish bil mai 3ashan yiwa5ir i3yoona 3anii in that way... ya3ni moo awal mara albis this swimsuit... bas il '6aher it's the first time he gets a look at me this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas sima3t wa7da min il banat it9ari5: "Talah, connect your Ipod to the speakers, put on some music!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... music.... 7ada yabeeelaaa!! I connected my Ipod oo I put on Closer by Ne-Yo.... I just loooooove dancing to it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music started oo apparently Alex is hooked up with a good sound system, it was so loud! I started dancing and swaying my hips... '6ay3a in my own world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through the song la7a'6t inee moo ga3da broo7iii oo moo bas mit min il fashlaaa!!! Bas laman lafait all of them were clapping and cheering me on which made me laugh soo hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5alait il ipod 3ala my playlist mal party music oo I jumped into the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stay in the water foreverrrrrrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the water for half an hour more bas chithii swimming around, tanning, talking.... ana oo Josh flirting a bit... until everyone started leaving the swimming pool one by one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I were the only two left outside... the rest went inside to start barbequing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eyed me oo 6ali3 il jacuzi as if saying shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7AD oma we shall! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed him over to the jacuzzi oo ashwa kanaw imsha'3leena... il mai 7ada 7aar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there for a while just talking... ana oo Josh can talk for hours and hours... he listens, you know? Oo 7adii arta7 la... ya3nii akoo communication between us.... my attraction towards him isn't just physical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were deep into discussions oo without thinking, I moved closer to him, it just felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were still talking bas his unoccupied hand found my hand and started playing with it and massaging it ilee 5alanii abtisim akthar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face came closer to mine, really really close, as close as he was in the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared.... this is too too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas either way, we were interrupted by Chloe, "Come on lovebirds, dinnertime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind let out a sigh.... I was thankful for that interruption but at the same time I wanted to know what would happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll continue this after?" He winked at me... he is is just too adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admired his muscles 3ala ma 6ila3 min il jacuzzi until I saw his hand jidam wayhi... hehe, I blushed as he wiggled his eyebrows at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his hand oo he pulled me out and wrapped a towel around me and then wrapped himself and his towel around me and my towel oo di5alna il 9ala as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry 3al ta25eer ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oo inshallah Let's Keep This Just Between Us, Okay? Updating soon!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-3795291445192920203?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3795291445192920203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-5_17.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3795291445192920203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3795291445192920203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-5_17.html' title='part 5'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-3539806555106935938</id><published>2009-03-12T12:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:42:43.385+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 4</title><content type='html'>There wasn't a second &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;where &lt;/span&gt;noised didn't exist in the car but I didn't talk the whole ride over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was preoccupied by Josh, ma3a our own conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel his breath on my cheek, his chin on my shoulder, his arms wrapped around my waist, his hand gently drawing circles over my hand. I could feel him pulling me closer, holding me tighter. I smiled to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe caught my attention, she eyed us heavily then winked at me with a smirk on her face which made me blush like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the mirror in front of me to see if I needed to add more lotion, bas bil 9ij, akeed fita7ta&lt;br /&gt;3ashan achooof Josh waray... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9idta! He was looking at my head from behind, he saw me, smiled, oo i just melted then and there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7asait ib one of his arms moving away from me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;! Each little distance it moved away, 3athaab! My arm suddenly felt cold without his touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt his hand on my hair oo il heat kila rija3, gi3ad yil3ab fee sha3rii, curling my hair around his finger, "You smell good." Sasarlii ib sha3rii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww, I spot lovebirds in the front seat." Commented Alexa in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'6i7akna ana oo Josh oo raja3 his arm around me... I don't want this ride to end!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke too late, we've arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ila3t bara oo inhaled (mmm, such fresh air) oo itma8a6t while sensing Josh's eyes on me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe linked her arm to mine: "Striking weather, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect for swimming." Radait as I exhaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, about your worries, don't worry, you fit right in." She winked oo mishat as a smile crept onto my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri7t a5ith ashya2ii min il sayara oo went into the house... Josh was still outside with the guys bringing the other stuff inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heyyy Alex." Salamt 3alaii oo ana adish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What up? What up, my little Talah?!" He nudged my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it3arfoon shloon ana oo Josh ibroo7na i6waal? Well, guess what, Alex is even taller, if possible, oo to him, I'm "little".... oo misakeen il ig9aar oo petite 3ayal shino to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on in, the swimming pool's outback."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to stop nudging my head, Alex, I'm not so little." He eyed me oo ashar 3ala nafsa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay fine! hehehe" I was won over... ri7t to the garden and sighed, this is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il jaw moo 6abee3iii oo il swimming pool glistened against the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bidoon la afakir, shilt my shirt and shorts (I was wearing my white swimsuit) oo jumped into the swimming pool... the water cooled off my warm cheeks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh this is Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized 3ogob ma na6ait ina we planned to eat first.... oh well, me and water are inseprable, ma agdarrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ra7 a6la3, I decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas sima3t i9raa5 waraw walaa kil il banat did the same thing! I burst out laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il awlad sim3aw il i9raa5 oo came outside running, chafoona chan yishooloon their shirts oo yi6ibooon ma3ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh approached me, drops of water falling off his hair, the blueness in his eyes intensifying... "Hi again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-3539806555106935938?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3539806555106935938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-4.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3539806555106935938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3539806555106935938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-4.html' title='part 4'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-3709026948552835681</id><published>2009-03-08T19:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:28:29.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part three: two weeks after</title><content type='html'>It3araft 3ala Chloe oo Josh oo I started liking Josh more and more each day.... he's amaaaazing...9irt I "hang out" with them wayid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ila3 shinooo... Chloe is originally from LA.... but went to middle school oo highschool ib San Mateo. After highschool, she went back to LA for university bas ma 3ijabha wa'63 il nas fa she came back to San Mateo Last year oo kamalat ib hal jam3a ma3a Josh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo 3indiha an on and off boyfriend 9arluhum 4 months. Her boyfriend is the cutest thing ever, lail7een I didn't meet him bas rawatnii 9uwara, shakla 7ayl rock oo chithii oo hardcore bas il 6areee8a ilee yi3amilha (he always texts oo asks about her  bas not in a needy way oo yib3athlaha wurood randomly oo chithii) a7isaaa ya7lailaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh 6ila3 7a'6rita 3ayish ib San Mateo his whole life bas he's seen so many different places...yikalimnii 3anhumm... yiroo7 3ala road trips ma3a rifjana oo ha suwalif. Oo ohwa oo Chloe ma ga9iraw, 3arifoonii 3ala soo many local people our age (3ashan they knew everyone around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo Josh ma ga9ar ma3a eye candy!... moo bas ohwa 7iloo... his closest friends yiyaninoooooooon! ya3nii so many good looking guys to look at... oo many of them flirted with me awal ma chifthumm... rafa3oonii up to cloud 9 ma3a il compliments oo il im'3azal... oo moo noo3 il awlad bil Kuwait, il wierd ones.. la2 ya3nii fun, light flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kil hatha oo it's only the second week of college!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo ba3ad I started hanging out with my "beach friends" min il 9ayf ilee ma3ay bil jam3a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes laman il7een are good so far... I'm in love with English and sooo into the heavy discussions that go on in the class... the class takes me to another world for the time in it and then I have to get back to reality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akeeed I'm taking other classes.... bas they're not nearly as amazing as that English course... of course the teacher plays a big role oo ohwa moo bas ina il prof 7iloo bas he's in our age group! China student ma3ana... fa kilina nifham 3ala ba3a'6... it's amazinnggg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang wala 6ila3 Chloe, "Hey I'm outside, come on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, bye" Yama3t ashya2ii oo ri7t... ray7een bait Alex (rifeej Josh min ayaam il 6ufoola.. oo akeed, 7ilo! ;) ) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ila3t bara walla achoof sayarat Chloe zahma... walla mino ma3ana? Chloe jidam itsoog, Josh yamha oo wara waladain (Eric oo Nick) oo Alexa mit8al8i9a bainhum oo Laila oo Hannah ga3deen 3ala ha'6in Eric oo Nick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on in Talah." Josh asharlii 3ala 7a'6na... 3adii amoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heyy.. how are you all?" Sa2althum oo ana adish, ga3adt noo9i 3ala 7a'6na oo no9i 3al korsi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya7lailna... 8 in one car, 7adna saving gas and energy.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay like this? Am I squishing you?" Sa2alt Josh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm well," faj2a 9ar il sayara hidoo2, "you may be, squishing me, just a bit..." ihnii shinooo iftishalt... my face burned, kilman sima3 oo yi'67ikooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm okay, you know what Chloe, I think I can follow you in a taxi and take some of you with me." Giltliha wana maytaaa min il fashla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious?! He was kidding! Josh, don't be a jerk!" 9ari5at oo ihya itsoog... oo ilee warana mayteen min il '6i7ik... walla moo naas ma3ana, hyenas maloot Lion King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faj2a ma a7is ilaa eedain 6al3inlii 3ala siritii yig'6iboonii 7ayl, "You're not going anywhere." Sasarlii Josh ib athoonii.. his voice thawabniiii.. I can feel his breath ib athoonii... it felt so intimate.. 3athaaaab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lafait 3alai, yibtisimlii, hal ibtisamaa, waiii! '6i7aktla... oo 7asait, 7asaiit ina 9arlina "moment"! Kilman bisayara ma la7i'6 ... it was a secret conversation.. between us two.. I'm loving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-3709026948552835681?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/3709026948552835681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-three-two-weeks-after.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3709026948552835681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/3709026948552835681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-three-two-weeks-after.html' title='part three: two weeks after'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-6505056285837720155</id><published>2009-03-05T21:56:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:00:02.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2: Welcome To English Literature</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Da5alna il 9af just in time bas everyone was already sitting down… Ri7na mukana…. il class 6ila3 moo completely filled up oo 3ijabnii….. a7la laman smaller classes… nigdar ina8ish akthar oo namshee 3ala ra7atna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, I know it's obvious, but he thinks you are hot." Sasiratlee Chloe while I waved to someone else I recognized bil 9af as we sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-at? Who thinks I'm hot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Josh, silly! Girls always throw themselves at him.... but he's completely clueless.... but when he sees a girl he likes.... he becomes a flirt machine.... and trust me, he was the most developed, hottest, newest flirt machine with you." &lt;i&gt;Ya anaaa!&lt;/i&gt; She winked, "by the way, where are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, it's this place next to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and Saudi...Huh-you're a long way from home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm surprised you know it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm interested in these things..." 6il3at 7ilwa &lt;i&gt;oo &lt;/i&gt;wa7da mihtama ib ashya2... shino hatha? laish kilhum 7ilween oo athkiya…. am I going to fit in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;" &lt;i&gt;Wanasaa&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why'd you choose to study here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; may be a lot of fun but all the people there are fake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt;?" I'm intrigued, matwa8a3thum fake.. well imballah ya3nii itwa8a3t ako il fakes 3ashan of hollywood oo kil those ideas oo blah blah blah  bas moo la ha daraja ina aktharhum fake... wai3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me, really."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chloe, I know that you already know my way of teaching and all but would you mind if I repeated it to our new colleague seated next to you… Talah, right?" Faj2a sima3 9oot rayal... yitkalam ib 9oot 3ale... oo yikalim Chloe..oo gal ismee… haw shisalfa?  I turned to see who it was, willa il professor! Shoot! Our voices got too loud--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weeeell Matt.... I'll think about it and get back to you." She winked. Is she serious itkalma ib hal 6aree8a?! He's a professor... moo china 3aib..3adii she calls him by his first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, but I may be busy at that time so call my assistant." Did I hear &lt;i&gt;assistant&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il 9af kila '6i7ak... ahhhhaaaaa, yit8ashmar! &lt;i&gt;Shal ga6a&lt;/i&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ithakart il7een galatli Chloe shay 3ana ina he's down to earth oo chithi.... huh… shakla hal 9af 7ada 7iloo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ala3ata mara thanya... shakla i9'3eer oo shakla 7ilooo… yishbahhhh a7add…  mino hal a7ad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, Chloe, how old is he?" Sasart ib athoonha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"26, looks good, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reminds me of that hot teacher in 90210!" Hahah, wi9alii hatha ohwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha, you're right!" radat….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Do you mind letting us in the joke? I really feel like laughing too, ya know?” Il professor… umbay shloon ohwa proffeser… ya3nii akbar mina ib 4 years… 3adii yikoon proff? oo shloon bantibih bil 9afff oo ana achoof hal wayh il 7iloo? il 7ayaat 9a3baa! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well, we were talking about English literature.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Why do I not believe you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Come on, don’t be lame and act as if you’re an old grumpy old professor!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Chloe, I may be slightly young… But I am your English professor.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"We were talking about you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... a topic I like..." &lt;i&gt;Yeah one I like too... I'm pretty sure inta bitkoon one of my new favorite topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I pointed out that you are like the teacher in 90210." Jawabt sua2ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that's what made Chloe laugh, I look funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No she laughed because I told her you looked like the &lt;i&gt;hot &lt;/i&gt;teacher in 90210 and she said I was right." This made the whole class crack up, "Just telling it as it is." I continued oo winked, enjoying the attention. Oo we went on for a while ana oo ohwa oo Chloe just commenting back and forth.... this is a seriously amazing class! 7ada 3ajeeeebbbbb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oooo '3air il wanasa oo il comments that flew back and forth, bidana discussion about 90210 in a sense that has to do with English oo the class goes in deep!!! ya3nii matit5ayaloon... We talked about every single thing.... il characters oo how their backgrounds affect them... ya3nii it's a simple show oo dashana fee wayed details oo we brought up new topics about it... Min awal youm oo ana I'm amazed by the air of the class oo the students..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oooo '3air hatha.. I felt so comfortable!!! I fit right in.... I just fell in love with this class, the teacher, and the students.... ya3nii 9ij 9ij higher way of thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know college of San Mateo moo ya3nii high on the list of colleges bas law a7ad yidish hal 9af oo yichoof how they talk about everything oo they're so passionate oo commited to English, they'll be blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class was over bas the whole class, which consisted of around fifeteen students, TINY,I know!- stayed a while longer to continue the discussion--- I looooooooooooooooooved it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/6647684305123639796-6505056285837720155?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6505056285837720155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-2-welcome-to-english-literature.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6505056285837720155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6505056285837720155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-2-welcome-to-english-literature.html' title='part 2: Welcome To English Literature'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-6065024022302169232</id><published>2009-03-04T23:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:56:15.564+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1: First Day</title><content type='html'>It's my first day today but I've been here all summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed about San Mateo (it's right next to San Fransisco) and about America in general, is that they do not dress up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;. 9ij 9ij ta'3yeer 3an il Kuwait! Oo their style is really rubbing on me....I looked at myself in the mirror, not knowing if this was good enough for university here or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my new Old Navy skinny jeans, a top from American Apparel, and my yellow converses.... not really my best but it is comfortable, hah! I added a necklace and bracelets and  a watch on which made it the outfit a tiny bit better.. bas that's all ... no make up even... bas hatha 5alani i fall in love with San Mateo more and more... moo ilaa itarseen wayhich bil mikyach.. natural all the way! I got my bag on my way out and my Chanel sunglasses, my favorite ones and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College of San Mateo, Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can get in trouble here! The college is filled with hotties- with a capital H! I saw some kids I recognized from the beach during the summer and waved hi and headed to my first class walla achoof this guy in front of me 6aa7 mina kitab.... oo kamal yamshii... ummmm.... shasawii? I looked around, nobody noticed.... 5al a36eeyah miskeen... I picked up and followed the tall tan blondie.... he was talking to this gorgeous girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, excuse me?" I called, "You dropped your book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy turned around and I was introduced to the most handsome face ever... he looked like a surfer-I'm pretty sure he was! He had sharp crystally piercing blue eyes and the most adorable smile ever! Oo kaan 7ada i6weel... which is good since ana 6weela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, oolaa wain wi9al tafkirii hahaha, lail7een makalamta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you. Are you new here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it that obvious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face came closer to my face, he was so close I can feel his breath, it made me a bit dizzy, "No, not obvious at all babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya7lailllii ana babe? hahah! Wallah inta il babe kilaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your first class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"English literature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're with Chloe..." He pointed at the beautiful girl he was talking to.... I felt a stab of jealousy... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep it to yourself! Laish mi7tara ya3nii? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'm Josh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Josh, I'm Talah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talah, huh, nice name." He winked and I died and went to heaven, "I'll definatly see you later, Talah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right back at you." Radait 3ala, smiling my hundred wat smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Talah, I'm Chloe, come on, let's go, Prof is really cool and down to Earth and everything but he doesn't tolerate lateness. Bye Josh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you, and see you Talah." I love lhearing my name coming out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him as he walked away... danngg.. he had such a good body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slow down honey!" Chloe interupted my thoughts.... a7, shoot, la7i'6at! I felt my cheeks turn red. Chafatnii oo '6i7kat, "Hahaha, don't worry.... I understand exactly, he is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;! But don't let that fool you, he's the sweetest guy ever! And I'm not biased because he's my best friend, I'm telling it as it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's your best friend?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, we went to the same highschool and middleschool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, I see, you aren't a couple?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah! Me and him? Pleaaase! I've known him since his ugly phase!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il7amdilla ya raaab! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-6065024022302169232?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/6065024022302169232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-1-first-day.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6065024022302169232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/6065024022302169232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-1-first-day.html' title='Part 1: First Day'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647684305123639796.post-4287160686870758191</id><published>2009-03-04T17:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:42:14.941+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Story</title><content type='html'>Hellooo everyone... I'm doing two stories right now... Let's Keep This Just Between Us, Okay?&lt;br /&gt;and this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story that takes place in San Mateo University...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy oo love you all ;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, LKTJBU,O? Ma 5ala9! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647684305123639796-4287160686870758191?l=lovedropsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/feeds/4287160686870758191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4287160686870758191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647684305123639796/posts/default/4287160686870758191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-story.html' title='New Story'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
