<?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-5581942301555811382</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:17:17.179+04:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='magazine'/><category term='black'/><category term='allah'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='watch'/><category term='death'/><category term='Model'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='new'/><category term='white'/><category term='eid'/><category term='diary'/><category term='One'/><category term='summer'/><category term='novel'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='cosmetics'/><category term='video'/><category term='wish'/><category term='3'/><category term='chanel'/><category term='father'/><category term='jewelery'/><category term='dress'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='lipstick'/><category term='success'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='look'/><category term='college'/><category term='ramadhan'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='album'/><category term='style'/><category term='muttrah'/><category term='trinkets'/><category term='movie'/><category term='three days grace'/><category term='creativity. orginal'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='color'/><category term='things'/><category term='AVA'/><category term='trend'/><category term='remix'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Angels and airwaves'/><category term='love'/><category term='must'/><category term='memoir'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='couture'/><category term='list'/><category term='lagerfeld'/><category term='vintage'/><category term='change'/><category term='huda'/><category term='gold'/><category term='winter'/><category term='MAC'/><category term='Louis'/><category term='muscat'/><category term='year'/><category term='leopard'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='autuman'/><category term='photoshoot'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='icecream'/><category term='life starts now'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='sister'/><category term='update'/><category term='friends'/><category term='me'/><category term='personal'/><category term='old'/><category term='photography'/><category term='nars'/><category term='2010'/><category term='karl'/><category term='music'/><category term='book'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='major'/><category term='everything'/><category term='life'/><category term='student'/><category term='vuitton'/><category term='print'/><category term='diploma'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='YSL'/><category term='Oman'/><category term='god'/><category term='12'/><category term='scarf'/><category term='is'/><title type='text'>Memoir No.3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-6689261178329735357</id><published>2011-12-30T04:28:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T04:30:46.076+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be quite frank, my vacation was all about lounging around and staying in. I didn't do anything productive whatsoever, or perhaps I needed this so badly; at the end, the point of having a vacation is to not do anything much because the past few months were loaded with college work and I had been very busy. I guess the vacation was very much needed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having the time to sip hot coco, going for a walk every evening with mother, reading the books I've always wanted to read but couldn't manage to have time to read, enjoying the beautiful weather catching on my favorite series and lastly resting and sleeping as much as I can, were the highlights of my holiday. Despite the fact that I spent the first two weeks in bed and being ill with a horrible flu that has been going around this season; I've managed to have a delightful holiday. A feel-good holiday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--S9iQ2h4kFQ/Tv0DN5f36qI/AAAAAAAAAho/daYHa1rTjDs/s1600/DSC02061.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--S9iQ2h4kFQ/Tv0DN5f36qI/AAAAAAAAAho/daYHa1rTjDs/s640/DSC02061.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6nr2NQnkcU/Tv0C00hznRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7F9JUi0QVs8/s1600/DSC00500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6nr2NQnkcU/Tv0C00hznRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7F9JUi0QVs8/s640/DSC00500.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDohI-uRx6k/Tv0EDrHzHkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/8BXL2O-aqNE/s1600/DSC00430.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDohI-uRx6k/Tv0EDrHzHkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/8BXL2O-aqNE/s640/DSC00430.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9PzSjmE2BQU/Tv0E6ls_V5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/Y2cNAN_Wzws/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9PzSjmE2BQU/Tv0E6ls_V5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/Y2cNAN_Wzws/s640/IMG_0208.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-6689261178329735357?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/6689261178329735357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=6689261178329735357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6689261178329735357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6689261178329735357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/12/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--S9iQ2h4kFQ/Tv0DN5f36qI/AAAAAAAAAho/daYHa1rTjDs/s72-c/DSC02061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-5698833374173941621</id><published>2011-12-29T17:35:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:33:55.550+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote  I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.&lt;/i&gt;" - &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-5698833374173941621?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/5698833374173941621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=5698833374173941621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5698833374173941621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5698833374173941621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/12/quote-of-week-i.html' title='Quote  I'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-2272233766240578509</id><published>2011-12-29T03:21:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T03:57:02.431+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall &amp; Winter Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all have certain tracks we like to listen to and personally, I categorize my music depending on my mood, time of the day,&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp; relate it to people, certain occasions or situations, for example, I discovered and started liking the band 'Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves' three years ago when I was on my way to school, my iPod was on shuffle and a song by AVA came up randomly, I actually still remember that particular song it was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDyH2tfADA4&amp;amp;ob=av2e" target="_blank"&gt;Secret Crowds&lt;/a&gt; from their second album i-empire and I still remember how it felt when I first listened to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was having one of those moment  where you feel so worthless, so helpless, incapable of doing anything  and life seems so unfair. Like every door has closed before you have  gotten out. Like every dream has been sealed shut. So, when I first listened to that song, it was early in the morning and the sun has just raised and I remember it was in this time of the year. Let's just say I had a moment. It was magical. It is somehow kept me going and made me hope and love life again. Alright, that's that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are the top four favorite albums I have been listening to and actually on repeat for the past few weeks. Pure awesomeness. In no particular order (I love them all equally): &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5GShhKg73w/TvubGZvAZZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fllsH1xmvzk/s1600/The-Black-Keys-El-Camino1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5GShhKg73w/TvubGZvAZZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fllsH1xmvzk/s640/The-Black-Keys-El-Camino1.jpg" width="639" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. The Black Keys, El Camino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Coldplay, Mylo Xyloto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves, Love part one and two.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Carolina Liar, Wild Blessed Freedom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Other than these four albums I have a list of songs that I'm currently loving and some have been on my list for the past few months&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Levels by Avicii&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. We found love by Rihanna.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Take care by Drake (featuring Rihanna)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Middle finger by Cobra Starship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Sunshine by David Guetta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Titanium by David Guetta (featuring Sia)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Little bad girl by David Guetta (featuring Taio Cruz)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Believe it by Spencer and Hill ( featuring Nadia Ali)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Radioactive by Marina And The Diamonds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I can recall at the moment. These are the only songs that I can remember but actually I have loads other songs I recently love.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-2272233766240578509?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/2272233766240578509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=2272233766240578509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2272233766240578509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2272233766240578509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/12/fall-winter-playlist.html' title='Fall &amp; Winter Playlist'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5GShhKg73w/TvubGZvAZZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fllsH1xmvzk/s72-c/The-Black-Keys-El-Camino1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-4129062901479073181</id><published>2011-11-25T01:19:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:09:25.046+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscat'/><title type='text'>Seeing life in colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYoO6sSSMZo/Ts61nH47vLI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-Fjo8cXBCHY/s1600/DSC00366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYoO6sSSMZo/Ts61nH47vLI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-Fjo8cXBCHY/s640/DSC00366.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is something I have worked on this evening.It is a picture I have taken few weeks while driving through the streets of Muscat. Nothing spacial but I thought it deserves to be published.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: click on the picture to enlarge. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-4129062901479073181?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/4129062901479073181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=4129062901479073181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4129062901479073181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4129062901479073181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/11/seeing-life-in-colors.html' title='Seeing life in colors'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYoO6sSSMZo/Ts61nH47vLI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-Fjo8cXBCHY/s72-c/DSC00366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-4561932498586703510</id><published>2011-09-17T01:03:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:08:55.467+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm officially starting college tomorrow (well, it's after mid night so that means it's technically today). Anyhow, I can't believe that I'm on my second year of college. A year passed by with a blink of an eye. I just realized that when my mother was saying earlier today that I'm getting my higher diploma this year and I'm graduating within a couple of years (hopefully). I'm not quite sure if I want to finish college and have a career. Please don't judge me it's not like I don't want to graduate on time or I'm not capable of having a job. It's just the thought of finishing college and growing up. *snaps out of daydream*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's just think for the time being; the present. I'm trying to fix my sleeping pattern and it's no good at the moment as I'm having an early class and a driving test tomorrow that I have to wake up at six sharp! Wish me luck, I really do need it as it's my 3rd one this time and I better pass this test or &lt;strike&gt;else I'm gonna go crazy (Chris-Crocker-Crazy)&lt;/strike&gt;. Okay, scratch that lol. I was kidding. I'll be just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of fixing my sleeping pattern I'm sipping "sleepy tea" I bought from a super market few weeks ago. It says it could help you sleep and won an award of &lt;i&gt;a best new organic food product in 2005&lt;/i&gt;. Well, that's what it's written on the box. I thought I give a try. I must say that I really adore the packaging and it tastes very good as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyQQzUJbtNQ/TnO3UtxQQdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Vd1iFGFpSOM/s1600/DSC02084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyQQzUJbtNQ/TnO3UtxQQdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Vd1iFGFpSOM/s640/DSC02084.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's time to put my worries and stress away in a drawer. They'll keep until morning. Bow to the moon. Fold down the bed. Relax. Watch my frown lines disappear. Make peace with the day, it's almost over. Let it go. Yawn. if I have any sheep I'll count them. Yawn, again. Close my eyes. Make a wish for tomorrow and dream.♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodnight dear readers. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-4561932498586703510?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/4561932498586703510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=4561932498586703510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4561932498586703510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4561932498586703510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-officially-starting-college-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyQQzUJbtNQ/TnO3UtxQQdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Vd1iFGFpSOM/s72-c/DSC02084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-6310152413496240002</id><published>2011-09-14T03:56:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T03:59:30.269+04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2ke51TQbUc/Tm_suiNosFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/7rZaxhXl6J4/s1600/DSC00900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2ke51TQbUc/Tm_suiNosFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/7rZaxhXl6J4/s640/DSC00900.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9stPYQs-58w/Tm_tEjb8XtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/gFTmj0SGVdk/s1600/DSC00920.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9stPYQs-58w/Tm_tEjb8XtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/gFTmj0SGVdk/s640/DSC00920.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7oqaL68nEw/Tm_s72-SHQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mCkXcutJcGA/s1600/DSC00903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7oqaL68nEw/Tm_s72-SHQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mCkXcutJcGA/s640/DSC00903.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some pictures I have taken way back for my school project. Thought of sharing them in here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-6310152413496240002?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/6310152413496240002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=6310152413496240002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6310152413496240002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6310152413496240002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/09/blur.html' title='BLUR'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2ke51TQbUc/Tm_suiNosFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/7rZaxhXl6J4/s72-c/DSC00900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-5507053191258800890</id><published>2011-08-29T05:12:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:10:36.007+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: before you go ahead and read my post, I just want you to know my dear readers that I don't mean to judge nor criticize anyone as everyone is free to do anything he/she wants. This is only my personal opinion. each and everyone of us has his/her own perspective and this is mine. x&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, positive thinking.. Well, here's the thing. We all do have really bad habits that we aren't very proud of (of course we have, we aren't prefect after all.. We're humans!)&amp;nbsp; and mine is that&amp;nbsp; I over think everything and I can easily get frustrated over every little thing, therefore it ruins my mood and eventually I realize and understand that feeling those negative thoughts lead to nowhere. Plus, to those of you who are in the blackberry community, BBM and these stuff; don't you just hate it when people on your list broadcast stupid msgs and full of crap and don't make any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For example, I received a broadcast the other day, it says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" if you have a car, you will have best friends. if you have money, you will have best friends. if you have a good heart, you will be fucking alone." What? That doesn't even make any sense. It makes me want to shout out loud: "chub&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;, stop it already." or the type of girls who broadcast break-up msgs every single hour. Oh dear, please just don't. We don't want to know every single detail in your life. if you want to complain; talk to your close friends and family. I don't mean to be harsh, rude or anything. I'm just getting sick of it already and it really gets into you as you get influenced by these kind of messages. bottom line: we don't need negativity in our lives, na7nu ma na89een&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's why I'm saying that instead of wasting your energy on negativity; focus on doing the things you love, build deeper relationship with god, people and yourself. Positive emotions creates a better lifestyle as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would you rather  have? being happy all the time or feeling angry constantly? You choose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From now on, I'll be blogging about things that make me happy and the things I love and interested in. I'll try as much as I can to be positive in real life as well and eventually will be able to make a habit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Shut up*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We've had enough (?)**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-5507053191258800890?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/5507053191258800890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=5507053191258800890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5507053191258800890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5507053191258800890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/08/positive-thinking.html' title='Positive Thinking'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-2482271885962332404</id><published>2011-08-06T14:27:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:29:57.769+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muttrah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels and airwaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinkets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icecream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><title type='text'>Three Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Before I start my entry. You will be seeing more of this post every now and then, my beloved readers. It talks about the three things that I have been loving at the moment or anything that makes me happy and positive. This idea is inspired by a blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5QpjK2z9bI/Tj0jEsGqytI/AAAAAAAAAfs/C2TtTsOKasQ/s1600/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637700872003308242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5QpjK2z9bI/Tj0jEsGqytI/AAAAAAAAAfs/C2TtTsOKasQ/s640/DSC00138.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jS2PR4lqQqw/Tj0j1SnhMtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7XQdWNpdYQc/s1600/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637701706975359698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jS2PR4lqQqw/Tj0j1SnhMtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7XQdWNpdYQc/s640/DSC00143.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5m8jBetZcxg/Tj04e2xzUbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Bg-x1TR_Xms/s1600/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637724411289358770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5m8jBetZcxg/Tj04e2xzUbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Bg-x1TR_Xms/s640/DSC00176.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;¹I'm ♥-ing my blackberry background picture. It got the angels and airwaves' feel to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;²Home-made ice cream. An Omani guy&amp;nbsp; sells it in Muttrah. Very refreshing in summer days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;³Jeweleries I got from Trinkets.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-2482271885962332404?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/2482271885962332404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=2482271885962332404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2482271885962332404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2482271885962332404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-things.html' title='Three Things'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5QpjK2z9bI/Tj0jEsGqytI/AAAAAAAAAfs/C2TtTsOKasQ/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-1810912586046138899</id><published>2011-08-05T01:36:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:11:50.026+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity. orginal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Must-Watch: Everything is a remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything is a remix&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a four-part series created by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kirby Ferguson&lt;/span&gt;. It talks about how everything isn't as original as we think. Nobody starts out original. We need copying to create; knowledge and understanding and after that, things can get interesting. For example: a musician at first needs to learn the elements of creativity and that only can be learned by making covers of old songs and then by that; a musician can make something out of it and create something new (influenced by the work of other musicians). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are worth watching (all three parts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14912890?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="590"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14912890"&gt;Everything is a Remix Part 1&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/kirbyferguson"&gt;Kirby Ferguson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/19447662"&gt;Remix Inc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3: &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25380454"&gt;Elements of Creativity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Part 4 has yet to come out. Stay tuned! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-1810912586046138899?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/1810912586046138899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=1810912586046138899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1810912586046138899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1810912586046138899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/08/must-watch-everything-is-remix.html' title='Must-Watch: Everything is a remix'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-115336689129879087</id><published>2011-02-26T23:41:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:54:28.184+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live and let live</title><content type='html'>Why do people judge? it could be a simple question but it probably could be a complicated one and it has a long answer to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another question: why don't people mind their own business? is it because out of curiosity or just for time passing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's just me who thinks or the Omani society (Arab in general)  is very judgmental and people don't mind their own business. seriously, it's getting ridiculous that I have to watch every freaking move I make and every word I say a billion times before I do anything and reconsider every thought that gets onto my mind before saying my opinion out loud. Cause what people do is to simply judge and point a finger at you as if you did something really really horrible as in fact it's totally normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be alone if people misjudge me and conclude things before knowing the real facts. I consider that as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bullshit&lt;/span&gt; cause it doesn't make any sense. That's why I like to be alone cause sometimes you can stand people's  bullshit and fakeness. and sometimes I reach the limit where I say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-115336689129879087?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/115336689129879087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=115336689129879087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/115336689129879087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/115336689129879087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/02/live-and-let-live.html' title='Live and let live'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-1606467999781130542</id><published>2011-02-24T23:38:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T02:40:31.176+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>Here I am staring at the computer's screen, trying to get the words and thoughts out.. I don't want to force myself into getting them out. Hmm.. let's see. What am I up to lately? I've been busy with studies and college, this semester seems more serious and overload. I'm actually having really interesting courses (I'm a business student just in case you guys are wondering) and easy ones too, except for business accounting. Well, it's not that hard or complicated.. Math, what do you expect? you need a lot of practice with solving equations and calculating numbers and all that crap. But I'm doing well, I'm doing very well actually. In fact, I got an A on the last test (FUCK YEAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm focusing on my studies at the moment cause I know mom is expecting a lot from me and I don't want to disappoint her also, I have a vision and more like a plan of what am I going to do right after I get my bachelor's degree (I will post about when it's really going to happen - I've told some of my close friends, sister and mom about it and they all seem more excited for me than I am for myself haha). But really, I hope the vision in my head comes true as I want it so bad more than anything in the world. You know what they say: it's good that you have a clear idea of what you want to do with your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-1606467999781130542?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/1606467999781130542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=1606467999781130542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1606467999781130542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1606467999781130542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-8812549527582105378</id><published>2011-02-18T15:54:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:01:11.527+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've updated my blog and as I said (on my previous blog post) I didn't update much in that period but the good news that I'm back! There are a lot going on lately and I hope I manage to update this place more often and keep you readers posted and dedicate some time for this beautiful place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to post some random photos that I have taken recently as an inspiration for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cVDzJZhsgs/TV5mx9fVa5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/fO1vpNAVgp8/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575006397236865938" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cVDzJZhsgs/TV5mx9fVa5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/fO1vpNAVgp8/s640/IMG_0119.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EyKpsb26rFY/TV5lAUjDSkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vW4EY2vQNvE/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575004444921383490" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EyKpsb26rFY/TV5lAUjDSkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vW4EY2vQNvE/s640/IMG_0106.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2UocbjtWjpM/TV5lANWHMbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-o5DtUvy0MY/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575004442988065202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2UocbjtWjpM/TV5lANWHMbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-o5DtUvy0MY/s640/IMG_0089.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qB5E2nXsn6M/TV5k_0WD76I/AAAAAAAAAcA/gTGVq-aIKdY/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575004436276965282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qB5E2nXsn6M/TV5k_0WD76I/AAAAAAAAAcA/gTGVq-aIKdY/s640/IMG_0078.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfkveuqzTbQ/TV5k_t8GbNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cd2ZZIgUSww/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575004434557463762" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfkveuqzTbQ/TV5k_t8GbNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cd2ZZIgUSww/s640/IMG_0017.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEEyyOLJdnM/TV5k_cYVMyI/AAAAAAAAAbw/umMN3B5dfZE/s1600/DSC02059.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575004429844034338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEEyyOLJdnM/TV5k_cYVMyI/AAAAAAAAAbw/umMN3B5dfZE/s640/DSC02059.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-8812549527582105378?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/8812549527582105378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=8812549527582105378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8812549527582105378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8812549527582105378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-awhile-since-ive-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cVDzJZhsgs/TV5mx9fVa5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/fO1vpNAVgp8/s72-c/IMG_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-4008893747017188004</id><published>2011-01-16T00:02:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T02:42:16.205+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning three 7's into three 6's again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Note: this post kind of different than any other posts by me and you may find it a bit boring. I know it's not a proper one to start with so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What should I begin with? Should I talk about my personal life even though I don't feel like talking about it. or about the fact that the second semester has began and I'm not fully ready for it.Or maybe I should type down my future plans..? I really don't know what should I talk about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is that I'm going through a hard phase and because of that I don't feel like doing the things that I used to like doing anymore (for example, updating my blog). Crap, I don't know how to even express myself anymore. Wow.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for those of you who constantly check out my blog if I did update it or not and I promise I will update it as soon as I feel better and more like myself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of good news: I have a tumblr now! (no, it's not another blog. it's more like an inspirational photo gallery? yeah..).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://memoirno3.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr: Memoir No.3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my lovely readers. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-4008893747017188004?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/4008893747017188004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=4008893747017188004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4008893747017188004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4008893747017188004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2011/01/turning-three-7s-into-three-6s-again.html' title='Turning three 7&apos;s into three 6&apos;s again..'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-6104768960752469148</id><published>2010-12-10T01:15:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:12:15.151+04:00</updated><title type='text'>December at last ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;, everything changes in December; the weather, leafless trees, animals start preparing for the winter, even people feel differently. To me, December means having a proper ending for the current  year and starting fresh for the new year. In order to start fresh and prepare for 2011, I must finish what's left behind ... Frankly, a lot happened. I moved on, grew up, changed for the better, learned from my mistakes.I met a lot of people, lost few. Did things I have never thought I would do (that includes some risky/crazy ones). Overall, I'm proud of myself and I don't regret a single thing I did or said. I'm a human, I've  made some mistakes and learned from them. In fact, they made me a better, stronger person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go on and talk about my personal experiences. I know whoever reads this post will know exactly how I feel. So, let's just make this short and simple and say: I have a good feeling about next year. I don't want to expect too much so I won't be disappointed if the year didn't turn out the way I wanted to be. I'm just hoping for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-6104768960752469148?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/6104768960752469148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=6104768960752469148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6104768960752469148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6104768960752469148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-at-last.html' title='December at last ♥'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-2375901577552098168</id><published>2010-09-22T19:53:00.017+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:03:07.436+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started college already (it’s been a week now).  I have to say this, it’s nothing special other than attending your class and wait for the other one to start. Actually, there’s nothing to do between classes. Oh, let’s see… You have only two options and you must choose what is best for you. You either stay in that smelly cafeteria (unless you want to get out of that place smelling like fried onions) or sit around and wait till the next class starts at the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I’m still new to that place and it’s a brand new atmosphere. However my main purpose is to get a good degree and the education that I need in three years to be particular. I couldn’t care less about what is happening around me whether it has something to do with ignorant  guys or girls who stare at you and look away once you smile/look at them.I'm sorry the only thing that I really can't stand is how tacky they can be.Okay, enough bitching about my college. I’ll stop hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don’t want to generalize… As there are some friendly people around     But really other than the things I mentioned above, I’m pretty satisfied with the education and knowledge I’m getting. And that what matters most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a good week and that is all because of the after-college-outings, good friends and mostly, my sister &lt;a href="http://suhakills.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I wouldn’t survive without these three. Speaking of outings, I saw a vintage GMC on the road when I was out today. This was a first to me as I haven’t seen any around Muscat. Pretty cool, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJon0DRR3eI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Js9Wj7apHAw/s1600/DSC02013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519768068480425442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJon0DRR3eI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Js9Wj7apHAw/s640/DSC02013.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-2375901577552098168?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/2375901577552098168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=2375901577552098168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2375901577552098168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2375901577552098168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-started-college-already-its-been-week.html' title=''/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJon0DRR3eI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Js9Wj7apHAw/s72-c/DSC02013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-601713672071487625</id><published>2010-09-18T20:27:00.013+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:28:53.404+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YSL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>Everyday/College Look</title><content type='html'>Less is more, especially when it comes to make-up. I always try to keep my make-up simple and as light as I can. All the things I need are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lunarsoul.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/ysl-radiant-touch-concealer.gif?w=369&amp;amp;h=314" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://lunarsoul.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/ysl-radiant-touch-concealer.gif?w=369&amp;amp;h=314" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 314px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 369px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Concealer: to mask pimples, dark circles and other small blemishes visible on my skin. I'm using it in number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fesjon.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/nicole-richie-beyonce-dakota-fanning-eyeliner590do0322101.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.fesjon.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/nicole-richie-beyonce-dakota-fanning-eyeliner590do0322101.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 393px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 590px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Liquid eyeliner: I like to apply a bold, thick cat eyeliner. Inspired by the 50's and the 60's kind of look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="590"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BueGNFyHm-U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/BueGNFyHm-U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="590" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bronzing: One of the most important steps when it comes to finishing my whole look. I use the MAC mineralize skin finish natural in "deep dark" and apply it all over my face. And to add some glow to my skin, I use the NARS cream blush in "south beach". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/2/20652/38_2007/orgasm_multiple.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/2/20652/38_2007/orgasm_multiple.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 302px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finish the look with a nude or light color lipstick. That's all and I'm ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, Goodluck to those of you who just started school/college and hope you guys have a wonderful year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-601713672071487625?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/601713672071487625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=601713672071487625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/601713672071487625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/601713672071487625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/09/everydaycollege-make-up.html' title='Everyday/College Look'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-5847532691658335855</id><published>2010-09-16T21:24:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:06:41.662+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eid'/><title type='text'>Highlights of  My Eid Holiday</title><content type='html'>First of all, for those of you who don't know what Eid Al-fitr is,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's  a Muslim holiday that marks the end of Ramadan, the Islamic holy month of fasting (sawm). Eid is an Arabic word meaning "festivity", while Fiṭr  means "break-fasting"; and so the holiday symbolizes the celebration of break-fasting after completing the fasting of the entire month of Ramadan (calendar month). The first day of Eid, therefore, is the first day of the month Shawwal that comes after Ramadan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there isn't much to say about my Eid. It seems like Eid goes the same as the last ones. If you want to know how I celebrate my Eid. Please refer to my previous post: &lt;a href="http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-part-one.html"&gt;Eid Part I&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, This time we have decided (My siblings and I) would like to celebrate Eid with our family on the first two days and spend the rest of the holiday in Dubai. I think the timing is prefect and I've always wanted to spend my Eid there. So, we stayed their for two nights. And seriously, I really had a blast there and I felt like I needed these two days away from everyone. I enjoyed my time there, meeting up with some friends and hanging out with my favorite people was the best thing I did.. Oh and I wanted to take loads of pictures but unfortunately, I forgot my memory card of my camera at home. There were some cool stuff I wanted to share them in here. Too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I visit Dubai, I usually shop for some new cloths/bags/shoes, but this time I spent my money on my fun and on entertaining myself. And I'm  glad I did. It was worth it! However, in the last day there, I missed my hometown (Muscat), my beloved country Oman and I realized how I really adore Muscat and it's people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of clothes, let me share with you my favorite outfits that I got for Eid, some I picked them by myself, others got them as gifts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPlQO55C_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/dgGeg3eUKN0/s1600/DSC01972.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518006035500567538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPlQO55C_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/dgGeg3eUKN0/s640/DSC01972.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="623" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mini dress that I got from a dear friend of mine and mashallah she has such a great taste. I can't wait till I wear it. I'm just waiting for a proper event to come. I would wear it for a birthday bash or any kind of parties. I like how it fits perfectly in my body. I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPmuZZnYII/AAAAAAAAAXw/YoMQO3sInJA/s1600/DSC01978.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="514" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518007653225685122" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPmuZZnYII/AAAAAAAAAXw/YoMQO3sInJA/s640/DSC01978.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this as a gift as well from a close friend, a beautiful top by Chloe. I would see myself wearing it with a black mini skirt and tights (or without) both ways would look lovely. I really like the detail in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were some of the gifts the got. Now I'm going to share the outfits that I wore when I was in Dubai: &lt;br /&gt;Outfit No.1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPo32fSlUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_m1NqUIwinU/s1600/DSC01977.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="524" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518010014676194626" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPo32fSlUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_m1NqUIwinU/s640/DSC01977.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore this top along with a long cardigan, black legging, golden flats and accessorizes it with a leopard scarf: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPpe6iHkzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cZnk1U9oYhM/s1600/DSC01980.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="604" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518010685776696114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPpe6iHkzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cZnk1U9oYhM/s640/DSC01980.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit No.2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPp5MUxYOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eogcBkhzvZQ/s1600/DSC01974.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518011137229152482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPp5MUxYOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eogcBkhzvZQ/s640/DSC01974.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore it with a black skinny jeans and a cute red headband. Along with studded long chain purse and black studded flats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit No.3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPq2-mtXkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/voGDeCvL4q4/s1600/DSC01973.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="524" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518012198698180162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPq2-mtXkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/voGDeCvL4q4/s640/DSC01973.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be my favorite. I wore a white sleeveless top underneath it and paired it with a black skinny jeans, studded purse and black flats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for music, These are the songs I have been listening to lately:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BP1PsqBmbvM&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;Give a little more by Maroon 5&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3SJbduobFg"&gt;Feels So Good (Ft. Nadia Ali) by Armin Van Buuren&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jA5k_VCDJkI"&gt;Lost by American Hi-Fi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSz6gkXOA2s"&gt;Khatak by Abdel Majied Abd Allah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-s0ivm5DJw"&gt;Million Stars by Offer Nissim Feat Epiphony.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my lovelies. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-5847532691658335855?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/5847532691658335855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=5847532691658335855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5847532691658335855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5847532691658335855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/09/highlights-of-my-eid-holiday.html' title='Highlights of  My Eid Holiday'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TJPlQO55C_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/dgGeg3eUKN0/s72-c/DSC01972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-6114254593282032505</id><published>2010-09-09T03:39:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T07:23:41.210+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Will be blogging again about my plans for Eid, personal things, and how I spent Ramadan this year. Stay tuned my friends and again, I apologize for not updating my blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo &lt;br /&gt;Azza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-6114254593282032505?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/6114254593282032505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=6114254593282032505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6114254593282032505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6114254593282032505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/09/will-be-blogging-again-tomorrow.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-2006002026318526637</id><published>2010-08-28T17:40:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:44:20.861+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagerfeld'/><title type='text'>Modelcouture: Karl Lagerfeld</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite photo-shoots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/THkSP9Ux7BI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HNOJW5Majx0/s1600/ql13rd01b18fe12cdc57e0b_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510455684433570834" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/THkSP9Ux7BI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HNOJW5Majx0/s640/ql13rd01b18fe12cdc57e0b_large.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/THkSPQh1FNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eIjlMNWUyWQ/s1600/qkx49d01b18fe12cdc57e0b_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510455672408708306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/THkSPQh1FNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eIjlMNWUyWQ/s640/qkx49d01b18fe12cdc57e0b_large.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/THkSPMq2lfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/IZEc-i2ulXQ/s1600/qkt8rd01b18fe12cdc57e0b_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510455671372813810" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/THkSPMq2lfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/IZEc-i2ulXQ/s640/qkt8rd01b18fe12cdc57e0b_large.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="463" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/THkSOvURdNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9LITPA0_vr0/s1600/qkpajd01b18fe12cdc57e0b_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510455663493477586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/THkSOvURdNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9LITPA0_vr0/s640/qkpajd01b18fe12cdc57e0b_large.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="465" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-2006002026318526637?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/2006002026318526637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=2006002026318526637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2006002026318526637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2006002026318526637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/08/modelcouture-karl-lagerfeld.html' title='Modelcouture: Karl Lagerfeld'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/THkSP9Ux7BI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HNOJW5Majx0/s72-c/ql13rd01b18fe12cdc57e0b_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-1596942054616063034</id><published>2010-08-27T18:14:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T04:03:16.470+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allah'/><title type='text'>Life is too short</title><content type='html'>The other day, I had a terrible nightmare... I dreamed that I lost everyone I love and care about. It felt so real and the thought of losing the people I care about really hit me and made me think how life is short and we all going to die eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it made me wonder, why do we always pick on the simple stuff that make our lives miserable? Why do we always remember the bad things that had happened to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we (human beings) don't appreciate the good things and the people we adore until we lose all of that. Plus, you can't seem to replace it with anything. especially when it comes to losing people you love, that's some thing irreplaceable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of wasting your time picking on every little thing makes your life miserable. Focus on the good things and always stay positive no matter how tough life seems to be. Thank god for the memories.. The good and the bad ones. The good ones for keeping you feeling alive and for the happy moments you have spent them over the years. The bad ones, for making you who you are today and for making you a stronger, and better person. Thank god for being here today and you're alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short. Make the best of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-1596942054616063034?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/1596942054616063034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=1596942054616063034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1596942054616063034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1596942054616063034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-too-short.html' title='Life is too short'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-8040306447908457840</id><published>2010-08-25T18:26:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:48:50.924+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Out of the box</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been thinking about why do we always choose the easier choices of how are we living our lives? Why it always has to be the-same-routine that we go through everyday? I'm not trying to say that we should completely change our lifestyle into something else.. Why not try something new.. Something out of the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you have always wanted to try and it's a bit challenging. Like learning Japanese or sky diving. Speaking of which, my close friend Lamia, has always wanted to learn how to dive and in order to dive you should get trained in ODC (&lt;a href="http://www.diveoman.com.om/"&gt;Oman Dive Center&lt;/a&gt;). So, she got in, got trained and she finally had her license to dive whenever she wants. She explained how amazing the experience was and it's like getting a rush of excitement. I bet it's so much fun and completely out of the box! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, that's what I'm trying to point out, doing something challenging and having the experience that you will never going to forget worth taking the risk. It shouldn't be risky. It could be anything, camping trip with bunch of your close friends or even getting in a roller-coaster could be an amusement ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the risk. challenge your fear. Get the most exciting experience that you're going to remember for the rest of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-8040306447908457840?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/8040306447908457840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=8040306447908457840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8040306447908457840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8040306447908457840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/08/out-of-box.html' title='Out of the box'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-3392141183909477251</id><published>2010-08-12T05:24:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:42:40.172+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leopard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='print'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autuman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vuitton'/><title type='text'>Must-have: Leopard Print Scarf</title><content type='html'>Leopard Print is one of the trends that never goes out of fashion and any woman can pull it off. You just need to do it in the right way.  Whether it's a full length leopard print dress, or any kind of accessory (from purses to scarves). You have your choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's always about this leopard print scarf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everydayfacts.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/jessica-biel-leopard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://everydayfacts.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/jessica-biel-leopard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBDyvUaC110/SWyEtKO-6PI/AAAAAAAAFOI/tlGKFsmG60Q/s400/scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBDyvUaC110/SWyEtKO-6PI/AAAAAAAAFOI/tlGKFsmG60Q/s400/scarf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn1.ioffer.com/img2/item/134/876/867/epg8oaNkn8b5Ukj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px; height: 580px;" src="http://cdn1.ioffer.com/img2/item/134/876/867/epg8oaNkn8b5Ukj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been loving this leopard print scarf by Louis Vuitton. I think it's a good investment knowing the fact that your going to wear again and again with any kind of outfit- Whatever you're wearing. I adore! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An affordable alternative would be the same leopard print scarf from H&amp;M. It's currently in stock here in Muscat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-3392141183909477251?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/3392141183909477251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=3392141183909477251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/3392141183909477251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/3392141183909477251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/08/must-have-leopard-print-scarf.html' title='Must-have: Leopard Print Scarf'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pBDyvUaC110/SWyEtKO-6PI/AAAAAAAAFOI/tlGKFsmG60Q/s72-c/scarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-6081059994167981932</id><published>2010-08-06T00:33:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:45:35.553+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TFsg2IVBToI/AAAAAAAAAUo/j4RhkBnOmOg/s1600/%3D%28.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="368" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502027484083867266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TFsg2IVBToI/AAAAAAAAAUo/j4RhkBnOmOg/s400/%3D%28.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchased this a week ago. One of the best tees that I got! *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-6081059994167981932?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/6081059994167981932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=6081059994167981932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6081059994167981932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6081059994167981932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/08/purchased-this-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TFsg2IVBToI/AAAAAAAAAUo/j4RhkBnOmOg/s72-c/%3D%28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-1952980606049444813</id><published>2010-08-05T23:27:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:37:53.110+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TFsWprY4zWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/r2AAwhuHRoE/s320/IMG00192-20100803-2114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502016275040750946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my new Abaya from Fushia+ as I mentioned before on my previous post, down below. And let me tell you this.. I love it! it's so flattering. I could wear at day time for college or for a night out. Looks really lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-1952980606049444813?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/1952980606049444813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=1952980606049444813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1952980606049444813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1952980606049444813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-got-my-new-abaya-from-fushia-as.html' title=''/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TFsWprY4zWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/r2AAwhuHRoE/s72-c/IMG00192-20100803-2114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-1161125418206911403</id><published>2010-07-14T16:46:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:47:04.070+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want loads of them!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TD2xx5p1E3I/AAAAAAAAASY/Hgi7Nbqp_XA/s1600/tumblr_l5cbwjcB0W1qzipbho1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493742591309845362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TD2xx5p1E3I/AAAAAAAAASY/Hgi7Nbqp_XA/s1600/tumblr_l5cbwjcB0W1qzipbho1_500_large.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always wear those underneath a blazer, jacket, cardigan.. Anything! Here's a good example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TD2zveJ0V1I/AAAAAAAAASo/nr3-yq4vqI0/s1600/Outfit_22_normal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493744748591339346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TD2zveJ0V1I/AAAAAAAAASo/nr3-yq4vqI0/s1600/Outfit_22_normal.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-1161125418206911403?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/1161125418206911403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=1161125418206911403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1161125418206911403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1161125418206911403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-loads-of-them.html' title='I want loads of them!!'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TD2xx5p1E3I/AAAAAAAAASY/Hgi7Nbqp_XA/s72-c/tumblr_l5cbwjcB0W1qzipbho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-8074156162328389633</id><published>2010-07-13T16:36:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:48:53.045+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abaya Hunting</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know what &lt;spanstyle="fontstyle:italic;"&gt;Abaya is. An &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abaya&lt;/span&gt; is a long, black robe worn on top of clothes whenever a woman is outdoors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking everywhere here in Oman (Muscat to be more specific) for Abaya stores where have different kind of designs and cuts. What I'm trying to say is here in Muscat almost half of the ladies have the same/common designs of Abayas and that's due to the few stores we have here. It's really rare to see a lady wearing on the most elegant Abaya or at least look put-together. I think it's really important for me wear my best knowing the fact your Abaya and sheila (scarf) represent your sense of style as well as your purse and footwear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after searching online I found a store called &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31370865&amp;amp;id=1051273946#%21/pages/Fushiafwshya/201813731715?v=wall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fushia+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; via facebook. It's a small store located in Al-Athaibah.  It has quite good collection of Abayas and at least I found what I was looking for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted something simple plain one that I could wear it everyday and appropriate for college. Something similar to this:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDxccSUIGeI/AAAAAAAAARI/-Bph16MiTXc/s1600/DSC09728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493367286507510242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDxccSUIGeI/AAAAAAAAARI/-Bph16MiTXc/s640/DSC09728.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is more like an elegant and would wear it when I go out for dinner or with my girls. I've always wanted something similar to this one way back (two years ago): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDxck2pHJTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LBS0Ne6qaQ0/s1600/madri_mno_lol_tell_me.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493367433698157874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDxck2pHJTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LBS0Ne6qaQ0/s640/madri_mno_lol_tell_me.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm done with Abaya hunting. Got what I wanted, at last! &lt;/spanstyle="fontstyle:italic;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-8074156162328389633?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/8074156162328389633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=8074156162328389633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8074156162328389633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8074156162328389633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/06/abaya-hunting.html' title='Abaya Hunting'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDxccSUIGeI/AAAAAAAAARI/-Bph16MiTXc/s72-c/DSC09728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-2604165186963083930</id><published>2010-07-13T15:36:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:26:44.250+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration: Hallucinations by Angels and Airwaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="590" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/ShFer_hFZxs/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShFer_hFZxs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShFer_hFZxs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="590" height="340" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/5581942301555811382-2604165186963083930?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/2604165186963083930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=2604165186963083930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2604165186963083930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2604165186963083930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspiration-hallucinations-by-angels.html' title='Inspiration: Hallucinations by Angels and Airwaves'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-5879809208350531155</id><published>2010-07-12T16:07:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:50:39.977+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Outfit of the day</title><content type='html'>Well, I've always wanted to post outfit of the day kinda posts every now and then. I just was too lazy to take some pictures and post them in here. So, here's my chance came and now that I don't have anything on mind and got a lot of time in my hands, I'm really glad to say that I will present to you my first outfit of the day post: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDsV-LvlOFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S-91vcyWdjo/s1600/DSC01854.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="455" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493008328556886098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDsV-LvlOFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S-91vcyWdjo/s640/DSC01854.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDsV9kHx3qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0p4c14kSd1s/s1600/DSC01852.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="513" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493008317920960162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDsV9kHx3qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0p4c14kSd1s/s640/DSC01852.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cardigan from H&amp;amp;M. T-shirt from Mango. Skinny jeans from ZARA. Black studded flats from H&amp;amp;M. Bag from PARFOIS. Bracelets from Monsoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more like a casual look that you would wear it when you're out with your girlfriends for launch or for coffee. Very simple and effortless.You can accessorize it with some colorful summery bracelets.I kept my make-up light and simple. I just applied on a black eyeliner and a nude peachy lipstick. For the hair you could pull into a ponytail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-5879809208350531155?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/5879809208350531155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=5879809208350531155' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5879809208350531155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5879809208350531155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/07/outfit-of-day.html' title='Outfit of the day'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDsV-LvlOFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S-91vcyWdjo/s72-c/DSC01854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-2575326523828383477</id><published>2010-06-30T08:42:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:51:58.317+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDeNam23gzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/adbP3htQq2o/s1600/DSC01769.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492013758848402226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDeNam23gzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/adbP3htQq2o/s640/DSC01769.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Crap! It's Sunday and I haven't even done anything in my To-do list!! I must start this morning my birthday is two days awaaaaay!!&lt;/span&gt;" That's what first came up to my mind when I woke up that morning. I had a couple of things to do and of course I had to make a to-do list: &lt;br /&gt;1. Make an appointment at the salon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Order finger food. &lt;br /&gt;3. Order a cake/cupcakes. &lt;br /&gt;4. Visit Tunes for the disco lights.&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit the balloons place.&lt;br /&gt;6. Purchase the accessories I wanted from H&amp;amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;7. Visit Card store for the huge birthday card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of that day, I scratched every point in my to-do list. The process was faster than I expected it to be. So, the day of my birthday has arrived, I was almost done with everything. I only had to set-up the place and get dressed. I woke up so early to head to the salon to get my hair done. eventually, I was ready. The lighting was awesome, there were balloons every where. Played my favorite music and there you go! I had plenty of good time with my close friends. Although, I expected a lot of my class mate would come but it turned out they didn't show up (they didn't even make an effort to call or apologize for not showing up. On the other hand the girls I didn't expect them to come actually showed up! So, el7amdellah (Thank god) my party was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZ6S3Xzhbi0/TDeJM6TrreI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_R5slD-AEuo/s1600/monsoon_christmas_col1-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492009125504855522" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZ6S3Xzhbi0/TDeJM6TrreI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_R5slD-AEuo/s320/monsoon_christmas_col1-2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 171px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned before in my previous post that I'm going to show you guys my outfits that I'm going wear. I wanted to wear a black short dress from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monsoon&lt;/span&gt;. (the picture on the left). And red peep Toe pumps from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ZARA&lt;/span&gt; and accessorize it with a red headband from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought, I don't want to over dress or I could save this dress for other occasions. So, I decided to wear a costume-made T-shirt by a friend of mine (Toxic Honey) with black skinny jeans. from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ZARA&lt;/span&gt;. and accessorized with that red peep toe pumps as I mentioned above and headband from H&amp;amp;M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDeOi_5DUuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LXq_lUyr6ro/s1600/zara-peep-toes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492015002519032546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDeOi_5DUuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LXq_lUyr6ro/s200/zara-peep-toes.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 161px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and after the party, I asked girls to write whatever they want on this huge card that I got from Cardstore, cause I might won't see some of them knowing that the fact some will be abroad next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-2575326523828383477?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/2575326523828383477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=2575326523828383477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2575326523828383477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2575326523828383477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday bash'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TDeNam23gzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/adbP3htQq2o/s72-c/DSC01769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-1543407243066450315</id><published>2010-06-12T16:56:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:54:36.647+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TBOEQI5FfzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0mIoFlozjwA/s1600/DSC01736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="492" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481870584239718194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TBOEQI5FfzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0mIoFlozjwA/s640/DSC01736.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five more exams to go!! &lt;br /&gt;Up-coming exam:- Maths. Saturday, June, 19. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken by me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-1543407243066450315?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/1543407243066450315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=1543407243066450315' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1543407243066450315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1543407243066450315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TBOEQI5FfzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0mIoFlozjwA/s72-c/DSC01736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-8736417062909697473</id><published>2010-06-05T17:51:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:55:15.731+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the 60's</title><content type='html'>A while ago, I looked up to some old photos of my parents ever since they got married back in the 70's and the 80's. What caught my eyes the most is my mother's clothes and accessories that she is in. So, I asked her if she has some of those pieces left in her wardrobe and she said that there are some wallets. And here they are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtPcpBOPnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1k1p_gRuuYk/s1600/DSC01714.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="486" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479560725092253298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtPcpBOPnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1k1p_gRuuYk/s640/DSC01714.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how large they look and the deigns are so simple. Beautifully made with details you don't see in today's wallets. There's something timeless and elegant about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-8736417062909697473?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/8736417062909697473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=8736417062909697473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8736417062909697473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8736417062909697473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-in-60s.html' title='Back in the 60&apos;s'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtPcpBOPnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1k1p_gRuuYk/s72-c/DSC01714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-689980855403465401</id><published>2010-06-03T21:33:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:59:00.542+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before Phet</title><content type='html'>I had a plenty of fun today that I have to update my blog and write about it even-though I said I wouldn't update my blog until I finish my finals. Anyways, here is the thing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings (Brother Sh* and Suha) and I went grocery shopping since the cyclone "Phet" is going to  hit Muscat by tomorrow and we had to get things before we get stuck in our homes and can't go out. So, we decided to make dinner by ourselves. I was shocked that everyone is going crazy in my town and I just don't get it. People are getting loads boxes of water and food supply that it is going to last for a year! like, what the hell? I swear the bakery section is empty.The bread is out of stock as well as the candles. People! Stop panicking! LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we thought of making a homemade burgers and potato wedges  for dinner and like having a cozy family dinner at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtWmj68-OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JyvEx_YwIs4/s1600/DSC00928.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went cruising around the city, the weather was awesome. Yes, it was pretty windy and clouded however it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtX1AjvgxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/14JBQaK3JEI/s1600/DSC00935.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479569939820938002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtX1AjvgxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/14JBQaK3JEI/s640/DSC00935.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtZU-pWJSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wRNlyshNYss/s1600/DSC00944.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479571588575012130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtZU-pWJSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wRNlyshNYss/s640/DSC00944.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Suha ;* : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtZd4y9g1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/hm8MPpIcGqI/s1600/DSC00942.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479571741623550802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtZd4y9g1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/hm8MPpIcGqI/s640/DSC00942.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear guys have the weirdest things in their cars. Why would someone want to have  a 5yzaran (bamboo stick?) in his car? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtaTGVuL9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZctZTOQZ8nM/s1600/DSC00946.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479572655792074706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtaTGVuL9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZctZTOQZ8nM/s640/DSC00946.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we got home before the sunset, Suha and I thought of going for a walk around our neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtbGeIjbjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/3fRFn0v7Wfo/s1600/IMG00059-20100603-1856.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479573538352623154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtbGeIjbjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/3fRFn0v7Wfo/s640/IMG00059-20100603-1856.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all! You guys stay tuned for more updates! Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-689980855403465401?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/689980855403465401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=689980855403465401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/689980855403465401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/689980855403465401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-before-phet.html' title='The day before Phet'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAtX1AjvgxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/14JBQaK3JEI/s72-c/DSC00935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-4271464242923605452</id><published>2010-05-30T05:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:19:38.320+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year'/><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>I just noticed that my blog has completed a year now!! I should have posted this on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May 15th&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I completely forgot about the whole thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy one-year anniversary to my sweet little Memoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAdQ7NCBDQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w6FB2zdl2PY/s1600/b213144768.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAdQ7NCBDQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w6FB2zdl2PY/s320/b213144768.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478436449760120066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-4271464242923605452?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/4271464242923605452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=4271464242923605452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4271464242923605452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4271464242923605452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-year-anniversary.html' title='One Year Anniversary!'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/TAdQ7NCBDQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w6FB2zdl2PY/s72-c/b213144768.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-1296015091360048772</id><published>2010-05-22T16:34:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:48:33.042+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diploma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't be around here, not even close to my computer.. Yet I have to do this, well technically I don't. Anyhow, I'm having my finals in 9 days from now. I just wanted to update this place and to say I'm officially back to blogging  I know, I have stopped updating this place for a while and I apologize to all my loyal readers if you guys are reading this, I promise I will keep this place updated more often by the time I finish my finals. So, stay tuned!! ;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have couple of things to announce and really exciting news, so here we go;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1. I'm graduating! I'm getting my diploma FINALLY!! Also, I'm planning a huge graduation party at my place and having my friends over. I'm very very excited to throw this party. Oh, and I'll keep you guys updated with everything my plans, the outfits I'm going to wear, the preparations, decorations EVERYTHING. I will post pictures as well. I almost forgot to mention that I'll have a graduation photo-shoot in a studio (still didn't decided which photographer I should go for/choose). Any recommendations? Please do comment below! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Redoing my room, this the most exciting thing and I've been waiting for the summer to come for this thing. I've got a lot of ideas and creative things I want to add to my room. And since my sister Suha and I share the same room, we kind of also share the same ideas and things that we want to add to our room. Will talk about it later on with more details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Driving lessons! I guess every 17/18 year-old would die to get a driving license once she/he graduates. Frankly, I'm one of them. However, my family kinda can't imagine the whole idea of me driving. Last Thursday, my older brother was like; "Azza, la ta5thi license ana ba5thish o arj3ish min el jam3a o itha treedini a5thish ay makan ana 7a'9er." meaning that he would take me anywhere I want to go at any time or any place. He would pick me up and drop me at the uni since that's the reason I want to get my license. Ouch! Thanks a lot bro but I'm getting it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. A friend of mine (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Toxic Honey&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) is throwing an awesome party this summer. It's like a theme party.I won't say what it is about until she says so. She always comes up with fantastic ideas!! Can't wait for that Toxic! ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Trip to Dubai! Shopping spree with my favorite people. Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of other things but I can't recall them at the moment. Okay, I gotta' get back to my books and study before mom hunts me down and have mother/go study lecture. You guys keep checking this place more often. As I promised I will update this place once I finish exams which is on Saturday, June 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-1296015091360048772?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/1296015091360048772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=1296015091360048772' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1296015091360048772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1296015091360048772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-2052421085226960754</id><published>2010-04-04T13:16:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:59:44.573+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Style Icon: Rachel Bilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/S_dgJA75HxI/AAAAAAAAALc/fQjdSZ-vNBo/s1600/rachel-bilson-edie-rose.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473949580078423826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/S_dgJA75HxI/AAAAAAAAALc/fQjdSZ-vNBo/s640/rachel-bilson-edie-rose.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Fashion and sense of style, every single girl has her own way of dressing up and looking fabulous and some people get their first impression by how well the girl/guy dresses up. As well as the person can express his/her personality. Some prefer the simple, casual look. Others prefer the chic and sophisticated look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent obsession is fashion. Anything and everything about it makes me go crazy! I have been looking through the Internet and searching for what's in and out and reading fashion magazines Such as, Harper's Bazaar. My all time favorite and style icon is Rachel Bilson!!!♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Bilson has her own clothing line. It’s called “Edie Rose” for DKNY Jeans collection in the juniors department of Macy's Herald Square. Wearing items from her collection including a black blazer with contrast piping and skinny black pants, Rachel looked the part of celebrity fashion designer. Although the pieces from her collection are cute, Rachel took her look from casual to fabulous with the help of a pair of studded Christian Louboutin boots. If you'd like to see more of Edie Rose, check out the DKNY website. And now, she has a monthly style column in InStyle magazine. Rachel will answer fashion questions from the magazine's readers, and even share some of her personal fashion must haves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very into Stella McCartney newest summer 2010 collocation. Thkoon as well!!♥ And of course including Chanel and Balmain. I usually shop from affordable stores:  like Stradivarius, Zara, Monsoon, and Aldo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/S_LemHdmCzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zt-jcXl4NjM/s1600/rachel-bilson-d-g.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="585" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472681243628145458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/S_LemHdmCzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zt-jcXl4NjM/s640/rachel-bilson-d-g.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, speaking of fashion, I'm so into the scarf with fine prints like the one on Rachel!!! It adds to the outfit an amazing touch. And since the sequins (jackets, shirts, and dresses) are so in this season, I already have my own black sequin mini dress! Rachel looks really great. I like her look and how it's so effortless and laid back. Simple, yet so chic. Though, I loved the combination of a mustered clutch and the gray skinny jeans. I would definitely wear that blue sequin blazer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the outfit that she wore for the "&lt;a href="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/09/the_event_to_honor_kris_van_assche_sponsored_by_gq_and_dior_homme/gallery_main/gallery_main-kris-van-assche-event-09092009-12.jpg"&gt;GQ &amp;amp; Dior Homme Honor Kris Van Assche&lt;/a&gt;" She looked so elegant!!!! And I like how the pieces that she chose are Vintage. Her jacket reminds me of the military jackets by Balmain. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-2052421085226960754?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/2052421085226960754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=2052421085226960754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2052421085226960754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2052421085226960754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-it-comes-to-fashion-and-sense-of.html' title='Style Icon: Rachel Bilson'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/S_dgJA75HxI/AAAAAAAAALc/fQjdSZ-vNBo/s72-c/rachel-bilson-edie-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-7790494642786453143</id><published>2009-11-23T16:05:00.021+04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:27:31.997+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not now... Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At English class&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher required us with several topics to debate about. Some chose Divorce others about women rights.. and then came my turn and my Friend's as well. as we walked toward the front of the class room. The teacher explained  " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;*, you both going to debate about love -  meaning 'relationships before marriage that nowadays youth have'.. Each one of you have to choose if you are against or with the whole idea of love". I chose to be against it since I don't believe in it and  it's all about shallow feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend goes first and went on how love is important and she believes that without love, happiness won't exist  and it's a base to build a couple's life. And it doesn't have to be like attraction and dirty thoughts. - I extremely disagreed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That second I couldn't not to  interpret her as it doesn't make any sense to me. I explained,&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that every and each person in this class room has experienced the feeling of  liking someone or at least has/had a crush on someone. And all you felt is how beautiful it is and feeling like your on top of the world and how most of girls would be like, god how I missed talking to him and how sweet he is. And guess what! it's all in your head. At this age girls (as well as the boys&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a period of getting mature means you just got out of childhood and getting ready for something bigger and being independent,  unfortunately youths think by this way, the society would accept them as adults."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asked "What about you're in relationship with someone that you're so sure you'll end up getting married to him? What about someone you really trust and you're so sure he loves enough he won't hurt you and cares about your reputation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I replied wisely&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "What makes you sure he's not playing around like any guy?.. The girls sits around having no clue what will happen next if the guy would marry her (as most of the girls in our Omani society think this way). More than 97% of Arab people are against that the thought of having a relationship before getting married wont work out with them and even if it did work out, there won't be any trust in  both sides or they'll end up by having a divorce "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was surprised that the girls cheered for me as the agreed with everything I said. and heard the background of  the class saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; she has a point&lt;/span&gt;", " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I totally agree&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes!&lt;/span&gt;", and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well done&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have to admit it felt so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; started laughing and talking in Arabic, saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " la2, ma dayman.. ana a3rf nas fne-hya tzawaju o 3ndhum awalad el 7een"  meaning No! there' s an exception  I know people they got married and now they have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " there's an exception that's  for sure but I'm talking about the case in general."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The end of English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As I walked through the door my friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;* walked with me to another class and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wanna know who you will end up with.. I wanna see you in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I laughed and replied her, " I don't know about that... But who knows.. maybe someday however, not any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;That made me think what is love? or  will I ever be one of the girls who are deeply in love?  My mind answered:Not now...Someday.. Maybe becuase I'm still young, maybe it's just thought I can't get it out of my mind. Or maybe, Someday I'll prove myself wrong. God only knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-7790494642786453143?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/7790494642786453143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=7790494642786453143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/7790494642786453143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/7790494642786453143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-what-is-love.html' title='Not now... Someday'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-56121268719722238</id><published>2009-11-16T21:46:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:46:47.021+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it getting any better now?</title><content type='html'>I have been trying and I'm still trying to handle all the things I have done from the last few months. All the drama that happened to me last summer and working on  my social life, and getting to my old life and how I used to enjoy every part of it. Now, I have noticed that I can't get it back again for several reasons. I don't want to complain about what's going on with me nor sound like a total drama queen. Everyone has their ups and downs, and I'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, last summer, I was kind of person who wants to stay in her comfort zone. I was away from my friends - I rarely talk to them. I mean, everyone need a group of friends to hang out with and just have some fun. and now  I have been working on reconnect with my friends that I haven't been hanging out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, School - always been an issue ... When school started I admit, I wasn't that ready and fully prepared as a 12th grader. instead I was freaking out on how am I going to mange this knowing that this year is the key to my future and to open  doors I want by my effort and hard work. Even though, I knew all these facts, I messed up and I have missed a lot of things in my studies due to my laziness and me being totally reckless.&lt;br /&gt;And  that appeared in my work. That what made my teachers noticed. As well as my mother who is pushing  and asking me to work harder than I do. I know that my mother has all the right to do that as it's my final year and all. But, the guilt is killing me and I have been really hard on my self. I took all the responsibility for those consciousness.  I have already blaming myself for this. It's much harder than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I came up with some solutions  that could help me get through this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Time management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Believing in myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-56121268719722238?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/56121268719722238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=56121268719722238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/56121268719722238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/56121268719722238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-getting-any-better-now.html' title='Is it getting any better now?'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-676594720854469053</id><published>2009-10-31T14:26:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:21:12.425+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AVA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels and airwaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie: Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SuwUc3Uq77I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mBOROo5sAMA/s1600-h/love_l200910291539.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398712539429924786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SuwUc3Uq77I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mBOROo5sAMA/s320/love_l200910291539.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 217px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an announcement from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DeLonge&lt;/span&gt;, the first official trailer for the band's first feature length film, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, was released on October 30 on the band's website.. The film is directed by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; William Eunbank&lt;/span&gt; . Unlike their new album, the release date for the film is in the spring of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After losing contact with Earth, Astronaut LEE MILLER becomes stranded in orbit alone aboard the International Space Station. As time passes and life support systems dwindle, Lee battles to maintain his sanity - and simply stay alive. His world is a claustrophobic and lonely existence, until he makes a strange discovery aboard the ship. Driven by the powerful music of ANGELS &amp;amp; AIRWAVES, “LOVE” explores the fundamental human need for connection and the limitless power of hope… A high-impact visual adventure, that resonates a common truth, that everyone has a story to tell and something even greater to leave behind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the trailer of the movie: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NiwIK_CtTIM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/NiwIK_CtTIM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="590" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for this one. Looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-676594720854469053?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/676594720854469053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=676594720854469053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/676594720854469053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/676594720854469053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-love.html' title='Movie: Love.'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SuwUc3Uq77I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mBOROo5sAMA/s72-c/love_l200910291539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-6749460143350320364</id><published>2009-10-30T16:08:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:11:20.303+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lipstick'/><title type='text'>[Photography]: Old is gold (Vintage)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurYbBpYvbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-RpZFSt8Owk/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="604" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398365062167051698" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurYbBpYvbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-RpZFSt8Owk/s640/DSC00741.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurXb_m87eI/AAAAAAAAADY/P2yP8TpMWcY/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398363979288210914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurXb_m87eI/AAAAAAAAADY/P2yP8TpMWcY/s640/DSC00727.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurXcKSkYsI/AAAAAAAAADo/dv3pg4NZWbs/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398363982155506370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurXcKSkYsI/AAAAAAAAADo/dv3pg4NZWbs/s640/DSC00730.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurXb48KDsI/AAAAAAAAADg/_tkKYlPKj48/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398363977498103490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurXb48KDsI/AAAAAAAAADg/_tkKYlPKj48/s640/DSC00728.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurXcQ5uX3I/AAAAAAAAADw/SKETWlNesuw/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398363983930351474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurXcQ5uX3I/AAAAAAAAADw/SKETWlNesuw/s640/DSC00719.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got inspired from  old pictures and how they look so vintage. It's like an old vintage art. I combined beauty products like lipstick and fashion magazines that are left in my red box. And my mom's old dress (she wore it on her honeymoon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-6749460143350320364?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/6749460143350320364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=6749460143350320364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6749460143350320364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/6749460143350320364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/10/photography-old-is-gold-vintage.html' title='[Photography]: Old is gold (Vintage)'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SurYbBpYvbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-RpZFSt8Owk/s72-c/DSC00741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-7718631769759471589</id><published>2009-10-29T21:49:00.013+04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:08:57.746+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>am I making a big deal out of nothing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SunkxTuebpI/AAAAAAAAADA/dbXn3LQrvzI/s1600-h/12752_1246639800057_1051273946_30804557_7099801_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SunkxTuebpI/AAAAAAAAADA/dbXn3LQrvzI/s320/12752_1246639800057_1051273946_30804557_7099801_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398097164140179090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sick of complaining about school, but I don't have any other things to talk about than that. As it takes all of my time. So here is a  highlight of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's normal and it could happen to everyone or I'm being a total drama queen. So here is the thing, On Sunday, my geography teacher came up to me before the class starts saying, 'Azza, can I talk to you after class? I have something to tell you.' I replied 'sure... inshallah*'. So, after class, I walked toward to her table wondering What's going on.. I kept asking my self, if I have done anything wrong, I mean, I participate at class, I do my homework, I'm working my ass off! Here's what happened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: "sit down Azza. I have something to tell you and I hope it won't bother you." giving me a serious look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:"It's alright, I'm listening" I said kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;:"are you having any family issues?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:"Oh" I laughed nervously "no, I d-.." She entrapped me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;:"It's alright Azza, I would love to help out and I know there are many  girls are just like you.. Facing problems and can't speak out for themselves." At that moment I didn't know what to say, Like seriously.. My family have been so supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:"No, everything is going great at home. my mom is supportive. I'm just under a lot of pressure lately" and then I asked, "Am I doing anything wrong?" I was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;:" No, it's just that I have noticed something in you, something different from the other girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "really?... in a good way or bad?" Confused again&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:" In a good way" She smiled then said "I want you to keep working hard as you're doing and double your efforts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Inshallah" I smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: "I'll keep checking on you from time to time and also I'll ask the other teachers to keep an eye on you." I couldn't say anything..  We had a moment of silence for a while.. Awkward *rolls eyes* Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;" grr, alright. Thank you.." and  smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. After school, I tried to remember what she said.. and I was trying to figure out what she meant about the whole thing. And then it hit me. Maybe this is like a motivation... She was trying to wake me up and keep me going and doing what I'm doing.. I don't know the reason behind the whole thing. and Why she picked me over the whole crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* Inshallah is an Arabic expression that means "God willing," or "if God wills it." It is a conjunction of the Arabic word for God (Allah) and the Arabic words for his will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-7718631769759471589?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/7718631769759471589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=7718631769759471589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/7718631769759471589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/7718631769759471589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-that-hard-or-am-i-making-big-deal.html' title='am I making a big deal out of nothing?'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SunkxTuebpI/AAAAAAAAADA/dbXn3LQrvzI/s72-c/12752_1246639800057_1051273946_30804557_7099801_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-5413203232886909795</id><published>2009-10-24T16:15:00.011+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:07:41.275+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring quotes</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The most instructive experiences are those of everyday life&lt;/span&gt;" Said by the German philosopher &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friedrich Nietzche&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't agree more. Without the experience that we are going through, we would not have an expanded knowledge and those who are in higher levels - I don't think they became like this without nothing. What I'm trying to say is we never stop learning as long as we are alive. As the British writer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sybil Marshall&lt;/span&gt; said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Education must have an end in view, for it is not an in itself&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a track I have been so addicted to it lately. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtTJ75uus_Y&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ride with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadia Ali&lt;/span&gt; from her newest album "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Embers&lt;/span&gt;". Her voice is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;And If you liked that song, I'm pretty sure you gunna love these too:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSyN3pSn_tE"&gt; Fine Print (Alex sayz remix)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPEUVcB9J1g"&gt;Fine Print (the original remix)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_oz3rKewgw"&gt;Be mine. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addicted2bass.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/00-nadia-ali-fine-print-sib005-300x300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://www.addicted2bass.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/00-nadia-ali-fine-print-sib005-300x300.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side note&lt;/span&gt;: I'm trying to inspire and motivate myself with this short entire... I'm going to update my blog on  these up-coming days inshallah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-5413203232886909795?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/5413203232886909795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=5413203232886909795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5413203232886909795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5413203232886909795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html' title='Inspiring quotes'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-5703849938867107878</id><published>2009-10-09T10:38:00.010+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:23:41.083+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/StBzrYNr8eI/AAAAAAAAACo/qOOV704kC3A/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="240" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390935943033909730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/StBzrYNr8eI/AAAAAAAAACo/qOOV704kC3A/s320/DSC00671.JPG" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pff, what a long week. Hmm...  Let's see. What I have been up to lately?&lt;br /&gt;- First day at school:&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's like every normal day except the awkwardness that happens with me every year. Being late and walking into the class room and all eyes are on me expecting me to scream saying HI!!! and all the hugs and kisses that every girl might do ... But I didn't. It was so awkward, I walked into the class and the moment came where everyone is in silence and everyone stared at me, and awkwardly I said, Hi ... and waved my hand with a smile on my face. and as usually they replied Hiiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an 12th grade student, I began to have a panic attacks and stressing out which made me worry and think a lot. Even, I did something really stupid on Tuesday, here's the thing, that day, I had   maths placement test, and I forgot everything I have learned in last year. That means I messed up really bad. Which made me feel really awful. I came back home in a bad mood. so at that evening, my brother in-law was on the phone and wanted to talk to me, I guess he wanted to check on me how I'm doing and how does it feel being a 12th grader.  The problem is I messed up  the whole thing again, I was rude and replied him by saying, Hmm, yeah, okay... *laughs* I believe I awe him an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apology&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my week was normal and everything went okay, thanks to my family who's always supportive especially my sister and mother. ;*&lt;br /&gt;Here's something inspiring,really good music,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rdst3hN6utE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rdst3hN6utE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="590" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta study now, I have many  things to do. Good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-5703849938867107878?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/5703849938867107878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=5703849938867107878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5703849938867107878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5703849938867107878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/10/stressed-out-already.html' title='Stressed out already?'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/StBzrYNr8eI/AAAAAAAAACo/qOOV704kC3A/s72-c/DSC00671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-8266222295669406385</id><published>2009-10-02T17:08:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:40:35.085+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Goodbye old days, hello my future ★</title><content type='html'>We all used to hear people say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The past should stay where it belongs, move on, and look forward to the future&lt;/span&gt; ". It's true, and I believe in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with that especially when it comes to mistakes and anything you have done in the past even if you're not so proud of it. While I'm writing this, they came up to me, the things I have done last year at school. I admit I wasn't the perfect strait A's- student. Two years back, yes. I was an outstanding student, except last year ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that made me change last year and had it own exception;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got transferred  to a new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wasn't used to the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a messed up routine.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Well, that's what I can recall at the moment. I used to always skip school, lazy, and  break the rules. God I remember a lot of crazy things I have done. One of the things was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once We had this pop-quiz in Physics and that day I haven't slept well at all, simply I was prepared for it. I tired my best to focus and try solve the thing. and as usual I messed up on it very well. So, while the break time, the teachers were on a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmates came up to me saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why not sneak in to the teachers room and change the answers on the paper?&lt;/span&gt;" At that moment I was pretty scared and I refused to do it .&lt;br /&gt;She gave me this sneaky look and said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let's try this time and I promise we won't do it again&lt;/span&gt;" and then we did it. We sneaked in the room, changed the answers and no one saw us (except god of-course). I couldn't believe that I just did that.  I really felt bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the things I have done that year. I guess every student goes through this. It should be in this way, but others. I'm sure, I'm over those days of laziness. Way way over! Of-course I asked god for forgiveness and I won't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is I'm really looking forward for this year and I have a lot of good things to replace my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Side note&lt;/span&gt;: Since school starts tomorrow, and I'm sure I won't have time to update this place more often. So, I have decided to keep this place up-to-date every weekend. Stay tuned readers. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-8266222295669406385?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/8266222295669406385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=8266222295669406385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8266222295669406385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/8266222295669406385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-old-days-hello-my-future.html' title='Goodbye old days, hello my future ★'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-7910969962191174627</id><published>2009-09-23T17:16:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:32:47.493+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid: part two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsH9o-LgwLI/AAAAAAAAACA/krJsrY6eu4g/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsH9o-LgwLI/AAAAAAAAACA/krJsrY6eu4g/s320/DSC00603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386865509639700658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second day of Eid was delightful. I really had blast. Yeah, it was kind of a typical outing but sure I had great time and the best company. First, we (me and sister) had lunch at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darcy’s Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;, it was a lovely evening and the place was quiet and peaceful. The best thing about Eid is most of the places are quite empty and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;So, as the evening passed by, we were enjoying a ride to my cousin’s place, we passed through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second Cup&lt;/span&gt; to grad a drink before that for refreshment. After that we dropped by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Café Japengo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the day was typical and totally normal like any kind of outing, it was one of a hell day. It was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Thanks for reading. xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-7910969962191174627?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/7910969962191174627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=7910969962191174627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/7910969962191174627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/7910969962191174627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-part-two.html' title='Eid: part two.'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsH9o-LgwLI/AAAAAAAAACA/krJsrY6eu4g/s72-c/DSC00603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-4605363189871449637</id><published>2009-09-22T08:27:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:06:39.831+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid:  Part one.</title><content type='html'>For the first time, I woke up earlier than everyone ... Let just say I couldn't sleep. It felt really great celebrating the Eid in the early morning. Having our breakfast together, watching an old  cheesy music videos on Oman TV made me laugh and brought old memories.  Eid is all about joy and Children laughter, getting together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usually, We all got dressed up, wearing our best clothes. And I'm the only one who's done so early, that I had to wait for them  to get all done. Which means for like two hours, not including my mama's check up [well, usually, she checks if  every door, window, light is locked/turned off..etc before leaving the house that takes about another 30-40 minutes]. Since my hometown is Muscat, we don't celebrate it like the other hometowns ... I don't know,  It's kind of different, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is what my family and I  do on the first day of Eid:&lt;br /&gt;First off, We visited my Uncle's house (from my father's side). We had our greetings and all. Then here comes the part you guys might find it weird, we had Shuwa for lunch. What I meant is usually Omanis don't have Shuwa from the first day of Eid. But we do anyways =p&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there till the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to my grandma's house (from my mama's side). I love it there, I'm much closer to my mothers side, I really enjoy my time there, even though it's kind of boring and don't have girls at my age to hang out with. I love swalif el elders, in fact, I find them kind of funny. You oftentimes find me there with them giggling min swalifhum. especially this old woman (she's one of my mothers relative) who comes every Eid. well, she only visits us on Eid only *rolls eyes*. She's super loud and yell when she talks. She's one of those women who over-do the part A7BKUM WALLAH, KELKUM! ( I LOVE YOU ALL, I SWEAR!) She goes like: wallah a7bish Azza intee 7abeebti wallah! and then grabs my head b8wah to kiss my forehead. She does that in a really weird way.  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the evening, we're free to do whatever we want. Well, I haven't done anything after that. What happened is I was really tired and couldn't go out that day since I didn't have enough sleep the night before, I slept from4:30 till 9 pm that day. I canceled all my plans that night. Which means, I stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some snaps I have taken in the early morring of my First day of Eid! =D ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsC2gw-TISI/AAAAAAAAAB4/roqmfsoi8xY/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="585" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505828353384738" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsC2gw-TISI/AAAAAAAAAB4/roqmfsoi8xY/s640/DSC00578.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsC2gb-epBI/AAAAAAAAABw/ka_6JK3UEmo/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505822716994578" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsC2gb-epBI/AAAAAAAAABw/ka_6JK3UEmo/s640/DSC00572.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsC2gNHRe9I/AAAAAAAAABo/yVbADCcHeU4/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505818727349202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsC2gNHRe9I/AAAAAAAAABo/yVbADCcHeU4/s640/DSC00569.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-4605363189871449637?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/4605363189871449637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=4605363189871449637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4605363189871449637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4605363189871449637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-part-one.html' title='Eid:  Part one.'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SsC2gw-TISI/AAAAAAAAAB4/roqmfsoi8xY/s72-c/DSC00578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-4217032836290224403</id><published>2009-09-20T23:40:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:14:28.967+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update.</title><content type='html'>Firstly Happy eid everyone! kel 3am o intoh b5air. Have a great one and god bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I know I haven't update this place from a while now. I know, I should but I have been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inshallah, I'll update once I'm free. I'll catch you guys up with latest eid updates. In the meanwhile, I have to sleep earlier than usual today. I gotta wake up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZWkE1njk7ys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="265" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZWkE1njk7ys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-4217032836290224403?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/4217032836290224403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=4217032836290224403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4217032836290224403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4217032836290224403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update.'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-4186971919776964611</id><published>2009-09-18T05:42:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:01:01.768+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools Postponed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.omannews.gov.om/ona/newsDetails.jsp?newsID=22227"&gt;Schools postponed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they have postponed it again. So, school starts on October the 3rd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-4186971919776964611?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/4186971919776964611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=4186971919776964611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4186971919776964611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4186971919776964611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-postponed.html' title='Schools Postponed.'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-2272329475456585673</id><published>2009-09-12T02:16:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:38:57.461+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Wish/Shopping List</title><content type='html'>I figured since I have some many things in my mind that I wanna Buy/have, I should have my own Shopping/wish list, so lets see; &lt;br /&gt;- Macbook Pro 13-inch. &lt;br /&gt;- iPhone 3G.&lt;br /&gt;- Canon Digital SLR (EOS 500D).&lt;br /&gt;- An aviator sunglasses (Ray-ban). &lt;br /&gt;- A D&amp;G Sunglasses (&lt;a href="http://glasses.go-optic.com/sunglasses/images/dolce_gabbana_DG6035_501_8G.jpg"&gt;Model 6035&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;- Books:&lt;br /&gt;* LA Candy by by Lauren Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;* Princess by Jean Sasson.&lt;br /&gt;* Daughters of Arabia by Jean Sasson.&lt;br /&gt;* Desert Royale by Jean Sasson.&lt;br /&gt;* A million little pieces by James Frey.&lt;br /&gt;- 2 pair of high heels. &lt;br /&gt;- Hand-bags. &lt;br /&gt;- Pj's! &lt;br /&gt;- Angle brush from MAC. &lt;br /&gt;- MAC studio tech foundation. &lt;br /&gt;- eyebrow pencil from Make-up forever. &lt;br /&gt;- YSL red lip-stick. &lt;br /&gt;- YSL radiant touch concealer. &lt;br /&gt;- NARS blush-Stick.&lt;br /&gt;- A skinny Jeans. &lt;br /&gt;- iPod headphones&lt;br /&gt;- An Abaya (plain). &lt;br /&gt;- School stuff (notebooks, pens, pencils,paper files, badges...etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all what I can remember for now. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, thanks. Bye =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-2272329475456585673?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/2272329475456585673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=2272329475456585673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2272329475456585673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/2272329475456585673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/09/wishshopping-list.html' title='Wish/Shopping List'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-246449106730291228</id><published>2009-08-29T23:39:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:13:47.701+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramadhan'/><title type='text'>Ramdhan Kareem Everyone</title><content type='html'>So I invited three of my close friends to my place for Aftar, since I haven't seen them for a while. Thought of doing something spacial and fun for today. We have a room (more like a rec room) at the back of our house, we rarely sit there and I usually stay there when my friends come over  and just hangout there. So I started sitting up the place before my friends arrive. I really had fun with them, and needed that since I haven't seen them for awhile. It's good that we're still in touch. Every each of my girlfriends has different personalities;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;  is Funny, I always feel comfortable to talk to her freely, always there for me, and confident *laughs* I always dare her to do anything. Once we were at her place and about to order from Hardees so I dared her to talk with different accents (Hindi, Swahili, Egyptian) and put it on a speaker so we could her and the Filipino woman who is taking the order was actually laughing at her, I couldn't stop my self from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; is more like the soft one, hard- working, more into fashion, loves to gossip (celebs and stuff), creative, we have things in common, emotional I remember she used to cry on the small things and get too emotional, always knows what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; is one year younger than us, hyper, kind, sweet, helpful, and a teenager =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don't really spend my time with my friends that much, but I do know that they are around when one of us in need. We still catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/Sp8O0MH8HsI/AAAAAAAAABY/rBwJpyVOT2k/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377032769874173634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/Sp8O0MH8HsI/AAAAAAAAABY/rBwJpyVOT2k/s640/DSC00544.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/Sp8PEDr5TOI/AAAAAAAAABg/QraFdM0oFo4/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377033042486971618" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/Sp8PEDr5TOI/AAAAAAAAABg/QraFdM0oFo4/s640/DSC00550.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-246449106730291228?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/246449106730291228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=246449106730291228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/246449106730291228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/246449106730291228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramdhan-kareem-everyone.html' title='Ramdhan Kareem Everyone'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/Sp8O0MH8HsI/AAAAAAAAABY/rBwJpyVOT2k/s72-c/DSC00544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-1000329176183427501</id><published>2009-08-16T03:32:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:19:57.222+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AVA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life starts now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels and airwaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three days grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Angels and Airwaves newest album out on valentine's day!!!</title><content type='html'>Omg! this is huge. I've got to post this. I just freaked out when I saw this video;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRXo9guT6oI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/BRXo9guT6oI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="590" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The trailer contained a section of the song 'Riot', which was previously previewed by David Kennedy. Also seen in the trailer was a piece of artwork that contained a new Angels and Airwaves logo, which has similarities to the Masonic Square and Compasses. This new logo also contains the Latin words "et plumbum mundus per lumen" which translates to "and lead the world by light" in English. This video also stated that the release of the album was to be on Valentine's Day of 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band is really different (in a good way) and it has inspired me a lot. Their music is way way different from any other bands that I have listened to. There is something spacial about them. Honestly, I have been listening to their music for almost 2 years from now, And I can't get enough or bored from listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Their third Album will be out on Valentine's Day of 2010. Oh and it's called "Love", by the way *angel*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Official &lt;a href="http://modlife.com/angelsandairwaves"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and their page on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/angelsandairwaves?ref=ts"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Three Days Grace will be releasing a new album on the 22nd of September! it's called "Life starts now". Can't wait for that too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-1000329176183427501?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/1000329176183427501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=1000329176183427501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1000329176183427501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1000329176183427501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/08/angels-and-airwaves-newest-album-out-on.html' title='Angels and Airwaves newest album out on valentine&apos;s day!!!'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-5224595699228405107</id><published>2009-08-14T01:09:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:15:56.423+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SoSK8XaaMvI/AAAAAAAAABI/JuoqzsJNLJQ/s1600-h/6292_1189442610163_1051273946_30616410_1270266_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369569425414042354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SoSK8XaaMvI/AAAAAAAAABI/JuoqzsJNLJQ/s640/6292_1189442610163_1051273946_30616410_1270266_n.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was organizing my stuff, I found a red box that I used to put all my memorable stuff in it. Such as, photos of my friends and family, cinema tickets, birthday cards, notes from my friends (which we used to switch them at the class. that made me laugh =p), latter's, etc..  I  like to keep everything with me. I even still have the magazines that I used to read, *laughs*. It's amazing how days have passed so fast. No, actually it feels so bazaar. I can't believe that I'm almost done with school.  it feels like, yesterday was when I got to the first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the photo album brought  pleasant memories. I remembered that time I used to hang out with my cousins (boys),which includes, sleepovers, prank the neighbors, our silly comments. Really good old unforgettable memories. I really missed those days. We used to hang out a lot around Shatti Al Qurum&amp;nbsp; (since my cousins lived and still living there), I remember we used to spend all the day at the beach playing football and at the end of the day, we get ourselves snacks and gather in the living room playing super Mario, and street fighter, *laughs*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-5224595699228405107?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/5224595699228405107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=5224595699228405107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5224595699228405107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/5224595699228405107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/08/flash-back.html' title='Flash Back.'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SoSK8XaaMvI/AAAAAAAAABI/JuoqzsJNLJQ/s72-c/6292_1189442610163_1051273946_30616410_1270266_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-1078658621726589933</id><published>2009-08-10T21:50:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:46:41.046+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>The moment of success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's your turn to show everyone who you are.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. S&lt;/span&gt;* says as she explains to me what and how I'm going to do this year. Giving me all the tips and advises on what should I do and don't, since I'm a 12th grader and this is the last year for me. Moving to the next level which is graduating from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this moment that I'm waiting for this to come since I was a child. Everyone is saying that, graduating from school with high grades is the best and the most memorable thing that have ever happened to them, feeling the success, making my family proud, and the most important thing is reaching for What I always wanted. I couldn't agree more than what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I always wanted to be an architect. Inspired by my father (may he rest in peace) who used to have interests on it  and he had the talent, even though he didn't even studied or got trained. I watched him doing all this by himself got influenced by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of-course in order to reach to that point, I have to work really hard for it, and do my best to have the opportunity to study this major. I want this more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided to experience every moment of this year and learn (not from the educational side, but from every side,  social, spiritual, etc..) EVERYTHING! I'm having this plan and inshallah I'm gonna stick to it.  May Allah help me through this. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S*: my sister. aka.wolf doll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-1078658621726589933?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/1078658621726589933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=1078658621726589933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1078658621726589933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/1078658621726589933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/08/moment-of-success.html' title='The moment of success!'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581942301555811382.post-4237454053304404746</id><published>2009-05-15T17:05:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:16:11.119+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Start blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SoK5Ry5OhNI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Ho9MeFSchw/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369057421149766866" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SoK5Ry5OhNI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Ho9MeFSchw/s640/DSC00499.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I always wanted to start blogging. So here I am!&lt;br /&gt;The point of this blog is to know how good I am at expressing my self, and keeping everything memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start blogging! /he3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581942301555811382-4237454053304404746?l=memoirsno3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/feeds/4237454053304404746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581942301555811382&amp;postID=4237454053304404746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4237454053304404746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581942301555811382/posts/default/4237454053304404746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsno3.blogspot.com/2009/08/start-blogging.html' title='Start blogging.'/><author><name>عzza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14206408792379691836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-FuOR229h8/Tvup6NWXs1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/K-VaeSFzTpw/s220/IMG00979-20111116-2337.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Z6yMC05cI/SoK5Ry5OhNI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Ho9MeFSchw/s72-c/DSC00499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
