<?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-17945641</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:07.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twists Of Fate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-113567357216068943</id><published>2005-12-27T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:52:52.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you one of them?</title><content type='html'>Well here goes, I was innocently checking my mail when I came across messages that I recieved from hi5. Now let me explaint that I only use hi5 to find friends that I have lost touch with, and I have been pretty successful at that. Not that there is anything wrong with you if you use hi5 to make new friends, that's all fine and good as long as you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;However i do end up reading some really funny, sometimes freaky and even rude messages. So I thought I would share 3 of these wacky messages. I will eliminate, names and contact information out of respect for people's privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) one of these guys left me a message telling me that he has seen me around kuwait and he described certain things to prove so (and they are true) and he want's to get to know me. freaky? slightly obsessive? kind of disturbing actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) (this one is cute but funny)&lt;br /&gt;hello ... how are you ?... my name is **** ... i'm from Kuwait , i read your nice profile it's so nice ... i hope to each more togather .. if you like that please contact me by send me your mobil number or just give me miss call 9****** i hope to make nice cabuls :) do you like that :) ? i'm wait you thanx ... and have a nice day bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) (now this is infuriating!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi there ...my name is ****** and 27 years old kuwaity&lt;br /&gt;my jop : lawer&lt;br /&gt;wait:76&lt;br /&gt;high:175 cm&lt;br /&gt;i am divorsed and iam looking for strong realishenship&lt;br /&gt;i like 2 see all kinds of movies&lt;br /&gt;i like 2 go 2 the sea in the summer and camping in the winter&lt;br /&gt;i alwayes travling i am funny and nice person .....&lt;br /&gt;what els do u like 2 know ?? and can u tell me about u ??? i can send my pic ...if u like add me &lt;a href="mailto:******@hotmail.com"&gt;******@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if u r fat girl do not add me or u want only chat in the net do not add me plzzzzzzzzz thnx bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an ass!! seriously with comments like that no wonder he is divorced! how would he feel if I told him I wasn't interested cos his english sux! or because no one who is really funny says "i'm funny"&lt;br /&gt;anyway I replied to him and gave him a piece of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i'd share this with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-113567357216068943?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/113567357216068943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=113567357216068943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113567357216068943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113567357216068943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/12/are-you-one-of-them.html' title='Are you one of them?'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-113125870175272790</id><published>2005-11-06T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:35:05.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored!</title><content type='html'>well i'm bored today so i'm going to tag some more people! not that anyone views my blog but here i go anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 8:55 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name: Dalia.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname: Didi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Time/Place you feel the safest? i don't feel safe anymore, but the safest i think is when i'm around friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you want to be when you grew up? The most beautiful and talented actress in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye colour: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Place of birth: Kuwait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favourite meal growing up: steak and pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever plan on going to Africa? well i'm egyptian so technically african, but since egypt isn't really counted as an african country then yeah i have planned but never been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever locked yourself out of the house? Yup, too many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How old were you the last time you dressed up &amp; went trick or treating? never been actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever been in a car accident: yep, a wheel came rolling off the top of a truck and smashed into my windsheild when i was driving, the side metal that supports the roof broke and hit me on the head and the glass shattered and i had cuts and splinters all over my face and body. the funny thing is when i managed to stop the car, breath and actually step out, a little while later there was no sign of the wheel or the dud that dopped it, apparently he stopped, picked up his wheel and sped off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you sleep with the windows open in the winter? no but sometimes with the ac on which is technically the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favourite day of the week? friday, i get to sleep in late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favourite restaurant food? chillis fajita salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favourite flower? roses and tulips, and carnations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 .Favourite sport to watch? figure skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favourite drink? pina colada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favourite ice cream? pralines and cream, or kdd chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favourite fast food? burger king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last update or Reno to your home? living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many times you failed your driver's test? once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Sure-fire way to make you laugh? my cousins stand up routine, either dina or ahmed, or nancy's jokes. (my father used to make me laugh a lot, he was the greatest comedian i knew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card in? zara? not quite sure i'd like to max out my card anywhere really! actually, maybe The One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favourite activity to do with the kids? i may sound mean but i don't really like kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Wake-up time? weekdays: 7:30, weekends, whenever i want but then i am programmed to wake up early so i wake up at 8 on weekdays and then i force myself to sleep some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Nicest compliment you ever received? when this guy was hitting on me in the US and even though i was curious in being friends with him and i couldn't becaus it wa skind of obvious that that wasn't what he wanted, so i blew him off, (also mainly not to offend my boyfriend at the time/ now my fiance) my fiance told me that he felt sorry for him so when i asked him why? he said because he is missing out on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last person you went to dinner with and where? oh wow! last night sushi club, my birthday, let me see, there was, dina, ziad, z, lulu, kathleen, kareem, randa, ali, nourhan, hani, rami, babs, yasmeen, heidi, ahmed, amr, ebo and myself! i might be missing someone, but that's what i remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What do you do to truly relax? go to gouna for a few days and get a proffesional massage and go to the spa! man i miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What colour is your kitchen? not quite sure actually! i think beige? can't remember, never really looked at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How many serious romantic relationships have you ever had? 2 i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Which came first the chicken or the egg? The Egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What musician, dead or alive, would you have lunch with? elvis, jeff buckley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here we go i am tagging the following;&lt;br /&gt;satisfiednina&lt;br /&gt;muslimartist&lt;br /&gt;mainstreamnothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://utilized-ziad"&gt;utilized-ziad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shadytawfik 3ashan matez3alsh!&lt;br /&gt;love you guys and thank you all for yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-113125870175272790?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/113125870175272790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=113125870175272790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113125870175272790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113125870175272790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/11/bored.html' title='bored!'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-113083143502566496</id><published>2005-10-31T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:50:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tagging you</title><content type='html'>10 FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: black/red&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: brownies&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Month: June&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Song: Dream Brother&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: Farewell my Concubine&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport: Swimming&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Day Of the week: Friday&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Pralines and Cream, or kdd fada&lt;br /&gt;Favorite time of Day: 10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 CURRENTS:&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: bored&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: white shirt, chequered pants&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: a picture of dobby&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail: not bad&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 10:36 am&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: work&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: When will i get back to egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: dina&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss: when i was 16&lt;br /&gt;First Screen Name: don't remember but possibley dalia_owen&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: fish&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: Ears&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: Sheikh Jabber when i was 5!&lt;br /&gt;First Album: Whitney Houston (my dad bought that though) the one i bought was Elvis and the cranberries ode to my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: April (part of a role i was playing)&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: On my way to work&lt;br /&gt;Last Kiss: september 5th&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Seen: Kramer vs Kramer&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: rajab the accountant&lt;br /&gt;Last Song Played: tracy chapman change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 HAVE YOU EVERS:&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Guy/Girl Friends: twice&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: i'm sure i have with driving.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested: No&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS:&lt;br /&gt;Thing You're Wearing: engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;Thing You've Done Today: sent a fax&lt;br /&gt;Thing You Can Hear Right Now: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Thing You Can't Live Without: family&lt;br /&gt;Thing You Do When You're Bored: eat! no, sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. bedroom, bathroom, elevator, car, office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO:&lt;br /&gt;1.Dina 2. Shady 3.Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOICES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Black or White: black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cold: cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happily married, surrounded by my close friends and family, with a very successful career and to have done something to either help the artistic community in egypt, or to have contributed sufficiantly in providing work or education for a big amount of people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i would tag the following;&lt;br /&gt;satisfiednina, muslimartist and mainstreamnothing&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-113083143502566496?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/113083143502566496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=113083143502566496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113083143502566496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113083143502566496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-tagging-you.html' title='I&apos;m Tagging you'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-113005606962445278</id><published>2005-10-23T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:27:49.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>Feeling you should be happy when everything inside you is telling you to be unhappy is like trying to correct nature- be unhappy and patient and happiness will come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide unhappiness is lying trying to hide gluttony. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime of only happiness would be unbearable. It would be it's own hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should anyone's desire to be unhappy make anyone else uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In youth we are happy for no reason at all- in age we pretend to be happy for millions of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some thoughts to ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-113005606962445278?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/113005606962445278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=113005606962445278' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113005606962445278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113005606962445278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/10/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-113006005091211460</id><published>2005-10-23T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:34:10.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/2005/100books/the_complete_list.html"&gt;Time Magazine- All time 100 Novels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many titles do you recognize: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ones have you read: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Farm; The Big Sleep; Catch 22; One flew over the cuckoo's nest; On the Road; 1984; Lord of the flies; The lion, the witch and the wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was your favorite: 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was your least favorite: The Big Sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-113006005091211460?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/113006005091211460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=113006005091211460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113006005091211460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/113006005091211460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-112998216714047585</id><published>2005-10-22T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T04:56:07.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Genius</title><content type='html'>There is a women whom i think is a poetic genious!! I'm not the only one though! i make it sound as though i discvovered her. her name is Emily Dickinson, anyway here's a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a Funeral, in my Brain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,&lt;br /&gt;And Mourners to and fro&lt;br /&gt;Kept treading – treading – till it seemed&lt;br /&gt;That Sense was breaking through – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they all were seated,&lt;br /&gt;A Service, like a Drum – &lt;br /&gt;Kept beating – beating – till I thought&lt;br /&gt;My Mind was going numb – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard them lift a Box&lt;br /&gt;And creak across my Soul&lt;br /&gt;With those same Boots of Lead, again,&lt;br /&gt;Then Space – began to toll,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all the Heavens were a Bell,&lt;br /&gt;And Being, but an Ear,&lt;br /&gt;And I, and Silence, some strange Race&lt;br /&gt;Wrecked, solitary, here –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a Plank in Reason, broke,&lt;br /&gt;And I dropped down, and down – &lt;br /&gt;And hit a World, at every plunge,&lt;br /&gt;And Finished knowing – then –&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-112998216714047585?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/112998216714047585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=112998216714047585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112998216714047585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112998216714047585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/10/poetic-genius.html' title='Poetic Genius'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-112980921645810090</id><published>2005-10-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T04:53:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobby</title><content type='html'>I have a dog. His name is Dobby. i miss him soooooooooo much. well he's back in cairo, and he is one of my bestfriends. no really he is so cool, he wants to hang out with me all the time, whether i'm down or up, or playing or just chilling out on the coach. He never gets upset at me, and ususally comes to greet me when i get home, and likes to sit next to me on the coach while i'm watching t.v, and rubs his head against me. When he hears anything suspicious he always runs to me and starts running around in circles and barking really loudly and tries to explain to me what's going on. he keeps me safe even though he's small, but he's got a loud abnoxious bark that could wake up thee whole house. when he takes a shower he doesn't complain and when i throw him in the pool he paddles his little feet like crazy but doesn't complain, doesn't make a sound. when my sister's dog Jude was a puppy he fell into the pool and almost drowned if it wasn't for Dobby barking and running for help. And he used to share his bed with jude and he even let him have it for a while. I just wish people were a little more like dobby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-112980921645810090?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/112980921645810090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=112980921645810090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112980921645810090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112980921645810090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/10/dobby.html' title='Dobby'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-112972885031050452</id><published>2005-10-19T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:34:10.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Finally!! some work. today i must have worked my as off, didn't think i had a moment to breath there! well that means i didn't have enough time to ponder the great questions of life, therefore i have nothing much to say , except i've had a busy, busy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-112972885031050452?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/112972885031050452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=112972885031050452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112972885031050452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112972885031050452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/10/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-112962126678202656</id><published>2005-10-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:41:06.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed</title><content type='html'>So. This is my second day as a blogger. Yesterday just when i thought things can only get better, again fate just comes to show you that nothing is sure, and life is completely unpredictable. let's just say things got a lot worse since i last wrote the post. had a horrible day at home with my family when i got home from work, thank god i went out for iftar! well i guess i'm totally exposing myself here but i never really imagined how difficult it is to be 22 and taking care of 3 children. One of these children happen to be my mother! (She is old, sick and can be very childish). As well as tackling a job! well anyways there was a huge clash yesterday at our house.&lt;br /&gt; Well i managed to get my brother out with me for iftar, otherwise he would have probably shot himself or someone else at the rate things were going.&lt;br /&gt;the later portion of the day was more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly as i found out, bookshops are a good place to pick up girls, smart girls at least, alot of guys seemed to agree with that. i went with a few guys and i won't mention their names and we went girl hunting at a bookstore. They walked out empty handed but i ended up with a few good books that will pass the time! And yet there was this common agreement that you it was the best place to pick up girls.&lt;br /&gt; Me and a bunch of friends came to the conclusion that maybe in order to pass the time here we should get to know more people. Different people, perhaps foreigners? i mean we are technically foreigners in kuwait because we aren't kuwaiti. More like non arabic speaking foreigners, just to be introduced to a different lifestyle, that might perhaps open up new and more interesting doors in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;who knows! anyways in the meantime i'll get back to work and i'll keep you updated. i really don't like this entry but i'm bored to death and i needed to vent! i just want to keep writing because the moment i stop i'll have to be faced with nothing! oh hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-112962126678202656?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/112962126678202656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=112962126678202656' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112962126678202656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112962126678202656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/10/exposed.html' title='Exposed'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17945641.post-112953875334142260</id><published>2005-10-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T03:41:20.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misplaced</title><content type='html'>So...it's been a month now, a month and nine days to be precise, since i came to kuwait. I know my blog name sounds really dramatic, but it's not intended in that way, it's just that everything that has been happening in my life was due to strange twists of fate. I guess fate plays a part in everyone's lives, but with my life it's kind of hard just because i was always the sort of person who had my goals and dreams set before me. I was even envied sometimes by people who didn't know what they wanted to be, or study or do with their lives. It's funny now here i am after "a series of unfortunate events" without that path that i set for myself, and feeling completely misplaced. Who should envy who now? it's actually harder i realised for people who know what they want, cos when you can't get it it's the most frustrating feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt; My best friend always emphasised how important friendship is, and i guess it's times like these when you start realising that without them life would be intolerable! seriously, i think if i hadn't formed my group of friends here i would have died, either from boredome, depression or just loneliness. so thank you friends :) &lt;br /&gt;Anyways here is a piece of my  mind; the following is a poem that i have loved since highschool and have only come to appreciate it a couple of months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Gold Can Stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature's first green is gold,&lt;br /&gt;Her hardest hue to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Her early leaf's a flower;&lt;br /&gt;But only so an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Then leaf subsides to leaf.&lt;br /&gt;So Eden sank to grief,&lt;br /&gt;So dawn goes down to day.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gold can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i guess i have a depressive tendency, i just depressed myself writing this entry! lol&lt;br /&gt;so this is enough darkness for the day, maybe i'll catch you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17945641-112953875334142260?l=misplaceddidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/feeds/112953875334142260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17945641&amp;postID=112953875334142260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112953875334142260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17945641/posts/default/112953875334142260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com/2005/10/misplaced.html' title='Misplaced'/><author><name>Misplaced</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10516191385119221344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
