<?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-1594582613842575501</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:50:49.339-07:00</updated><category term='part 3 the party'/><category term='Part 6'/><category term='part 4'/><category term='part 5'/><category term='Part 2 True Colors'/><title type='text'>Dunes of Denial</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M</name><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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-3631906656209264786</id><published>2009-09-27T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:41:00.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale!</title><content type='html'>I am so so so sorry that I said the finale will be coming soon and totaly didnt post it soon! my dear Daazzy reminded me that I haven't posted so I felt guilty since I have been a terrible blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes, I hope you like it! N enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...He opens the envelop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: OMG STRAIGHT A's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: OMG OMG OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: AHHHHH!! YAAAAY AHHHHH *jumps of joy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: You are going to Uni s3eed like it or not!! cant you see how amazing are you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maha perspective)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was rough days, our last year in school, filled with laughter, memories and friendships that are everlasting. I loved him as a friend, or at least that is what I tried convincing myself so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He was more, much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next week is our last week, and today is my birthday, I was hopping that I get a birthday surprise from S3eed, but sadly, I think he forgot all about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, true, his busy studying and everything! but he shouldn't have forgotten that, he knows how special my day will be if he had surprised me! *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But at least, I anticipate today more because its the day that I will know what's next for me. We have been informed that the acceptance letters from the Universities are arriving today! I cant wait to know the results! I am excited, but not as much as I wanted to be since im still heart broken because S3eed chose not to attend Uni and work for his dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(S3eed perspective)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I was all ready and up on the day of Maha's bday! I am very enthusiastic for that I know today will be unforgettable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I knew that Maha gets emotional very quickly! and i knew that by acting like i forgot her birthday she will all be angry, sad, frustrated but I know that its all worth it.  Not only she will be surprised, but shell be heads over heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I went to the main office, where the acceptance letters are sent, I quickly looked through the pile and hid the envelop under my sweater and ran out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was walking to the administration building, to go get the letters if there were any for me.  And as I opened the door, I bumped into S3eed....why is he there? what is he doing here? all those questions where all over my face, and he noticed as he ran as if there is something to hide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: S3eed, what are you doing here??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: Um nothing nothing I just came to get some extra stationary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: Hmm from here? ga9 3lia wla sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: I get to go study! bntfahm later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I went to look for my envelop! but could not find it! I know S3eed had something to do with it! ITS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I walk to my room, all grumpy and angry ready to burst at the first face I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I enter my room...I saw him right away!,,,,but I stood with all eyes open wide and a HUGE smile on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: You didnt forget ( I said as I jumped from joy! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: And how could I forget! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S3eed has prepared a whole mini party thing for me! he had this HUGE cake in the middle, on top of it, it had 2 envelops....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: OMG enta el m5thnhm!! you dont know how nervous I was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: LOL, sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: *I start opening the envelop, and it read...&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear S3eed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation, you got accepted into Harvard University for the class 2010-2014&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Im shocked, wait, S3eed? What? Harvard? When did he apply? whats going on, is this a prank?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was totally waiting for the swiss version of ashton kutcher to jump out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: Surprise, thats your birthday gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had tears all over my face, he knew that I was going to harvard, and that its the only place I applied for! ahhhhhhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: Maha are you fine? btw you got in too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was so happy, unbelievably happy! not because I got into my dream UNI, but more because he got into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: So your going ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: Do you think I should?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: OFF COURSE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S3eed: ok wait, the present is not over yet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed holds his phone, calls his dad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed: Halla Uboya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Ahleen wlde, sh7alk shu el drasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed: Uboya aba agolk shi...bs maba yz3lk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Shu wldee kaml?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed: Im going to College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Walla? thats great news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed: Really?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Haih weldee, mashi bayfeedk '3eer ur education! w the company la7ga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed: 3yal bark el e5teee, w 3e6ha el w'6efa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Tam ya S3eed Tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed: Yala uboya bklmk b3deen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad: Feman alla ya weldy, alla y7f'6k.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I stood there, with no words, all full of pride, like that of a mother and her child...I really felt that I was the reason that he decided to continue his education. I knew I made a change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A decad later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...:"Umeeeeeeeee....yallaa gomeee, its 7:00 maba at25r 3la schooooooool, ana KG1 ryal ma at25r!!"&lt;br /&gt;Maha: *yawns*, wake up your dad..&lt;br /&gt;....: "Daddy....wake up! i cant be late for first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Yallaaa yalla, gimme 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the sun shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dreams come true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when the sun shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love can be felt through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the sun shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your mine,,,and im yours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-3631906656209264786?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/3631906656209264786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=3631906656209264786' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/3631906656209264786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/3631906656209264786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/09/finale.html' title='Finale!'/><author><name>M</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-2321727485576801655</id><published>2009-08-17T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:29:32.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale will be coming up soon! =D</title><content type='html'>Hey my lovely followers! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since summer is over I decided that it would be a perfect time to end my story "When the Sun Shines".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful for all your support my fellow readers and would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful this week the finale will be up...however, I might be a bit busy since in a week or so I'll start my first day as a Student Council president so Ms. President (LOL) will be busy handling the office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all =*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-2321727485576801655?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/2321727485576801655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=2321727485576801655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/2321727485576801655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/2321727485576801655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/08/finale-will-be-coming-up-soon-d.html' title='Finale will be coming up soon! =D'/><author><name>M</name><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-1594582613842575501.post-8280200676483254787</id><published>2009-08-05T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:05:06.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 12- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Previously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, he called me mahooyty and it sounded better then ever,,,ahh (L) 7leelaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: 3sak doom far7aan ya S3eed! ;) Esm 3la musmaaa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed: Walla madre what would I have done without you!  You saved my life…I owe you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: Yes you do,,,,w 3lshan che aba mnk 6lab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed: Amry??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I want you to apply for University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Ah kam mraa nagshna hal maw’6oo3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: S3eed you owe me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: LOL! Ok emmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Esma3, enta la7g 3al sh’3l w the only way to get back at A7mad is by showing him how greater you are then him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Enzain enzain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yaaaay so you will give University a shot??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Yes! bs 3lshan 5a6erch ;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Awww, S3eed is such a sweet heart, I really hope that one day instead of going back to work he would go abroad and study! He deserves to do something for hiself w I know that he will be truly happy if he goes for his dreams of being an architect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The trip was over, and we enjoyed every moment! Though we were exhausted by now and each bone in our body is screaming for help but it was worth it. We packed our things and put everything in the bus and went to find 2 free seats next to each other….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Awl mra he sits without plugging in his Ipod hehe a7san so we could speak shwy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Enzeen Maha, ente wain tbeen tdrsee…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Well, I always dreamed the US =D! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Oh gole walla! 7ta ana! A7s its another world…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Haih! W I think there is a lot to experience! Sho rayk we both go the same area! Or atleast apply to same place *puppy eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: loved el idea ;)! We totally should! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We reached back to our dorms and ahhh it was warm, very, very warm,,, I quickly drop my bag as S3eed was going to meet me in the main building in a while for dinner…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We sat to have dinner, talked a lot, laughed a lot, had a great time overall…then we started planning Nicole revenge and *muahahahha* we knew exactly what to do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here is the thing…we knew Nicole was going of to a great French Uni. And we knew to get into that Uni lazm great grades and whatever,,,,and since shes in our Drama team,, we had a great  Idea to mess up her plan..No one told her to mess with fire… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We sat planning the revenge, we knew exactly what to do, w it was very easy… ma ybalha shi el salfa…Since this Drama assignment is 50% mn our grade an “F” in it will totally ruin the final mark…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was the day to hand in our Drama assignment, S3eed and my part were done so we clipped them together and had a cover page with his name and mine only…leaving Nicole’s out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I enter class and can see Nicole coming to our direction and both me and S3eed looked at each other with a devilish grin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nicole: Umm, hey…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hey Nicole,, I was waiting all night yesterday for you to submit your part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nicole: I was trying to call you yesterday to tell you that It’s ready! But you didn’t replay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S3eed:  Oh sorry,,,I was to busy finishing your part!!!! *hands her the assignment*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nicole: =S um I don’t get it, I thought we were a team! Why isn’t my name overthere…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hmm,,, how about you ask your Facebook mate *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nicole eyes were open wide! It was so funny seriously! I think she realized that she got caught and that she is close to failing her biggest assignment, which meant goodbye to her lovely Uni…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We turned in the assignment and left the class with a huge smile on both our faces, while Nicole face was all red and teary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hahahaha, shftee wayeha!! Omg omg looool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yes! the greatest face ever! Muwahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Loool 9dg enaa were devils ;p!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: walla tstahl m7d told her to mess with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: haahaha yes true true…agolch today we can pick our mid-term report cards! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: I knowww!!! I’ve been waiting for it ahhhhhhh walla ana 3la a39abe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: awwhhh don’t worry youll do great ;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: I really hope so if I want to get into my dream university…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: la t5afeen…well go together ;p w ill be there if you fail all your courses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Aih! Mb wagt your humor! -_- ehh….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Sorry (A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;,&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The school microphone PDA announced that the report cards were out,,,everyone was running to get to the reception desk and pick his!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed and I ran as fast as we could..the area was FULL with people!!! Ehhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Maha ill get yours sit hnee I don’t want you to harm urself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Awww ok Ill wait but please don’t get killed! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You could see him pushing people all around as he moved forward amongst the crowd….he then quickly takes the envelops and runs my way with a huge smile full of anticipation…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We quickly sit by each other and count together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;M&amp;amp;S: 1,2 ,3 OPEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: YUPPIEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: OMG omg omg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To be Continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-8280200676483254787?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/8280200676483254787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=8280200676483254787' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/8280200676483254787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/8280200676483254787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-12-when-sun.html' title='Part 12- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-337519888327753258</id><published>2009-08-04T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:33:55.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 11- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>Ok awlshi I wasn’t going to post today but see what happened V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/Snimuhus6yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UxCTctoDO-s/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/Snimuhus6yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UxCTctoDO-s/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366222274270391074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Dazzy went Crazy =**! So I had to post! &lt;,&lt;!-- I so didn’t want to go blind with her ALF “now” w b3d el 7abeeeba gave me 30 min deadline....w im eary eb 5 minutes I ROCK!!&lt;br--&gt;Enjoy! w tra etha t25rt..knw its mn Dazzy ;p!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: It looks like I have failed the "expectations"…bs walla Maha I was changing! And I really worked hard to become who I am now, I don’t know what happened walla I don’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are not leaving tsm3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: ooooh! S3eed and Maha fighting after that cosy pic yesterday ;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that Nicole was behind it!!!! I was out of my mind! Saeed was finally becoming this great student that everyone loved *including me!* and now suddenly out of no where his father decides that his not good enough! WTH sho hal uboo!! I have to prove his dad wrong! S3eed has really change 360 degrees! And No way I can let t3baa klaa yroo7 just because someone like his brother-in-law wants to ruin him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find a way to fix this problem! And who’d help me more in this situations then my BFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call Sara and thank god she replayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Halla walla!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sara I need help HUGE HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: What went wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: klshi!!!! Uh madre keef agolch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Bsr3a speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, S3eed changed when he came! Like big time, estwa this amazing person and a great student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Enzeen and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Until Nicole came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Did she take him away from you?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No sm3ee, she took a picture of us together by the fireplace! W I think shes the reason why S3eed dad is upset mn s3eed w wants him to return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Omg el kalbaa!!!! Ok are you sure?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tra this is why I called you! Abach you check her Facebook and look if there is any trace of my picture with S3eed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Ok give me a minute…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*60006 60006*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minute later…Sara calls back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Mahooy!! Awlshi you look hot together!! Seriously! Elmhm! The photo has a comment mn the brother-in-law katb “Perfect! Thanks for the photo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: UHHHH ! Y3NE IT WAS HER!! I have to tell S3eed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to S3eed and told him everything, I really wanted to tell him “I told you so” but its so not the time!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: A555 ya maha I hope that I have believed you gbl…alla y’3rblha hatheee!! W walla sho ha aryl e5teee,,,,,leen a7een my dad ma shaf his dark side?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Now we have to find a solution…lazm nrwee your dad that you were not playing!! That you were actually working ur butt off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed a moment thinking together trying to find a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I GOT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Bsr3a tell me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lazm we show your dad your Mid-year report card and your amazing grade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Bas its not out yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know! I wasn’t a teacher pet 3l fa’6ee ;) leave it on me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to our head teacher,,,and told him that S3eed father really needed to see his report card,,and that if he didn’t see it now he will ask him to come back…..our head teacher “John” knew how gifted S3eed was! And he surely didn’t want him to go back..&lt;br /&gt;John calls the school and asks them to issue a fax with S3eed grade to his father…I knew that this had to work! And that now S3eed dad will realize that his son did really change and that Ahmed should not be trusted! Its time that the true faces get revealed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mission accomplished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Shoo sweeteeee my savior?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ;) In a moment your dad will get your report card w im so sure he will regret that he didn’t believe in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat by each other as nervous as ever waiting for something to happen, Nicole passed by us and waved…and as she did that S3eed face was nearly going to explode!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh 5lk mnhaa S3eed I promise bn2dbhaa one day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Bs y3nee el 5aysa I was nice to her!!! Why did she do this to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well who knows, A7mad shkla 3nda the power of convincing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Ehhh walla ana ashk enaa he bribed her! Since when hay el maf3oo9a carries an LV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hehehe who knows ymkn umha princess el bgar ;p the ultimate rich! Hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Enzeen 5lk mnha….esm3, Im sure your dad will find ena his wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Anaa walla kla wa7d 3nde bs ahm shi that Ahmed doesn’t  stops lying to my father and leave him alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later,,,,the phone buzzed…S3eed quickly jumped and answered…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: ….Alla ybark feeek Ubooya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg =’) Im about to tear,,,,,,ahhhh his dad is proud of him! Awwww Im loving the moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Gltk ana I changed, lakn enta ma 9dgt…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww I think the father now knows that Ahmed wanted to just ruined their relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Uboya, shoof, ana ma 3nde mshkla my sister takes the company one day, were famly in the end, lakn hatha A7mad you cant trust him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg mashalla 3la my brave boy, he totally told his dad what the dad needs to hear… &lt;3 yaaay! Plus..his such a family guy y3nee I really can see how much he loves his family w che…(except A7mad, which I DON’T THINK IS COUNTED as family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Fimaan alla ubooya,,,la m3lee its ok…bs inshalla mra thnyaa ma tshk fya ana wildk yay aby’6 el wayh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6ooooo6*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: MAHOOYTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, he called me mahooyty and it sounded better then ever,,,ahh (L) 7leelaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 3sak doom far7aan ya S3eed! ;) Esm 3la musmaaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Walla madre what would I have done without you!  You saved my life…I owe you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes you do,,,,w 3lshan che aba mnk 6lab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed: Amry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To be Continued&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-337519888327753258?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/337519888327753258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=337519888327753258' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/337519888327753258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/337519888327753258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-11-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 11- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/Snimuhus6yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UxCTctoDO-s/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-1616124353383063070</id><published>2009-08-04T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:53:48.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 10- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>Hey darlings! =**&lt;br /&gt;Im very sorry 6wlt 3leekm but I was taking a break from writing and read more of your blogs instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my commentators =** a7bkm wayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post goes to Daazzy the Ipod Maniac ;) ;) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: I tried to make this long =D  ;p!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Previously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Next week will be Christmas break, and the School organized a trip to the Alps, I really couldn’t wait to throw some snowballs on S3eed's face! I was so excited were going out there, specially that S3eed will be there, and oh yea, Nicole as well! Lets hope she’s a bad snowboarder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was the day of the awaited trip! I was very excited that I woke up super early! I had packed my bags a week ago *talking about super excitement’s!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;well  yea I was so excited since I will be spending this vacation with S3eed! And since last week was full of pressure and exams…we needed a break! And what’s better then a week at the top of the Alps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I changed into a more winter outfit, wore my ugg boots and fur jacket and headed to S3eed room…on my way I could see that he’s dorm level was full of energy! Everyone was walking all around, laughing, giggling, and joking! Ahhh you know the feeling of happiness that you have before anything exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Halla walla!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Hey there! Lol you look like a polar bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Why?! Whats wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Your jacket is SUPER HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: well its snowing out there, sho y3ne tbene albs shorts and t-shirt?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: lol la, bs you look huge, *fake body builder*!! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Ana Fake?! Eh, ente your jealous because I look so damn HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Indeed he did! He looked too great, his hair was perfect, skin tone was just great, everything was in the way its supposed to be! He actually looked more amazing *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Eh la t9dg 3mrk! Yala lets go the supervisor is calling by the bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As we were approaching the bus, we could see that all seats were taken except 2 in the back…we quickly run there and get seated before anyone takes our place! Then Nicole entered, and as she walked by us, she gave S3eed this freakish glare as he smiled back…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed plugs his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Ipod Nano (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ehda Dazzy&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;humming on whatever he is hearing….he was in his own world! He was very relaxed, looking good and enjoying rhythm! And as I try to distract him.he stares at me and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Your too good to be true….Cant take my eyes off of you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Owhhh! That’s so sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Um what is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shit! I thought he was saying that to me but it looks like he was singing along with his Ipod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: This old 3yooz and her old man &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;gotta love the Ipod for that ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;40 minutes later, we arrived to our destination, girls were separates into groups and boys as well, and each room had 2 separate beds, which meant that I will be with another girl! Eh! Inshalla its someone that I like! I crossed my finger as I was saying that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nicole: Heloooooh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Are you kidding me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nicole: What? Aint you happy that I will be sharing with you the bedroom?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yea! Super happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pft, ay super happy, seriously people you could see how much I dislike her,,,I just feel there is something strange to do with her,,,y3ne why would she have a crush on S3eed when she has a lot of options….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We settled in our rooms and headed downstairs for lunch…I wasn’t very hungry but was craving for CHOCO milk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Maha sho rych nseer nshrab choco milk by the fireplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Perfect! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ahhh he really gets me! Thanks god for him….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We grabbed our Coco’s and sat by each other making each warm, we felt very cosy at the moment….sadly, we were distracted by and ugly voice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nicole: Smile both of you! *SNAP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Did she just take a picture of us! Omg ! aih sho hathe bdoon shoor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Chill 3adee ela Nicole shes harmless! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Ehh Hathe harmless! Ba6ee5! Walla take my word I have a hunch towards her! There is something not right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Eh whats with women and their over drama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The day past in a blink of an eye, I was very exhausted after a long day of skiing! All I wanted is jumping in my bed and sleeping the longest sleep ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The next morning as we walk up for breakfast, I could see that S3eed eyes were sleepy, although he went to his room very early! Dunno why he looks so tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: S3eed hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He just said hi in the most exhausted tone possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Why do you look so tired?! Whats wrong???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: I couldn’t sleep after a phone call I got from dad today morning… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: What S3eed speak!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Dad is sending someone to pick me in an hour….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: What?! Sho 9ar why does he want you back? Is he tired sho fee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S3eed: It looks like I have failed the "expectations"…bs walla Maha I was changing! And I really worked hard to become who I am now, I don’t know what happened walla I don’t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: You are not leaving tsm3!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nicole:  ooooh! S3eed and Maha fighting after that cosy pic yesterday ;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To be Continued…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So people why do you think S3eed Dad is disappointed??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-1616124353383063070?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/1616124353383063070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=1616124353383063070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/1616124353383063070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/1616124353383063070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-10-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 10- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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-1594582613842575501.post-842250824107152080</id><published>2009-07-26T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:01:28.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 9- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>Hey all, this is a long post just for you! =* and by the way silent readers, let me know what you think! ;P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I type the webpage and write her name in the search bar, and here she is! Wohoo! I had a feeling of victory *or devil madness* I click to see her profile picture….LOL no comment! SLUTY!! &lt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I woke up the next day anxious to tell S3eed what I have found out about Nicole!  I really knew she has something strange! Y3ne seriously why would she add him, how does she know about him, uhhh questions are killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change quickly and grab an apple on my way out of the dorms; I rush quickly to reach my physics class early so I can relax before the quiz. I entered the class, there was 3 students already seated, but none of them was S3eed, uh where is that man when I need him the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 7:45 now, class in 15 minutes, lol did I come so early :O oh well, since the discovery I made yesterday about Nicole I couldn’t wait to tell S3eed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later he enters holding something behind his back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Good morning sunshine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: =$ w chan ast7ee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Lol la t9dgeeen 3mrch! I’m just in a good mood and ready to kick the quiz ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Uhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Enzeen I got you an Apple muffin on my way! Since you didn’t forget me ams, couldn’t forget you today could I ;p!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yes g9oork you forget, after the time I wasted on you yesterday I was waiting for a gift ;p! Thank you! Oh btw! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: I so have to tell you shi after the quiz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Sho tell me now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: La la mabak tfaker now, lets focus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Good luck in the quiz! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Good luck back at you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: I don’t need luck I’m acing this in a blink of an eye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: talk about self-confidence  =p!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hehehe =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher enters the class, and passes the quiz upside down, we wait for his signal to start, and as he said GO I could see S3eed going so fast, Mashala :P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 20 questions, all multiple choices, it wasn’t hard but there was one question that tricked me! I stood by that question thinking for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,, I could see S3eed hand in his paper and rush out of the classroom. Mashalla, Looks like he knew it all! Lol well see when results are out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, I handed in my paper, left the classroom to look for S3eed because I couldn’t wait to tell him about yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting on a red thing outside on the grass and had a basket of wood in front of him. Is this what I think it is?! Picnic! Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Awww S3eed, kla ha for me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hehe yes, I made for you some tea and cheese sandwich! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: =$ Aw,, what did I do to deserve a princess treatment??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: You stayed for hours yesterday making sure I do well today, so I had to treat you as a princess today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Awh thank you very much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Enzeen what were you wanting to tell me before the quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Hmm, Ill tell you later lets not ruin the moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Lol la la tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Um well ams, when I Facebook’d Nicole, I saw someone strange on her contact list..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Mno?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: A7mad Al M.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: My brother in law?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hmmm, why would she have him on her list, maybe he met her somewhere who knows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Madre, but I was suspicious, believe me I have a feeling something will go wrong because of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed was trying to be positive and not imagining something negative about Nicole, but I really felt there was something between them; I don’t want to see S3eed hurt! He really changed into a better person now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, my door knocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Uhh,,,who will be knocking before my class, its very early!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Maha guess what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: What!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: The physics grades are out, there on a paper on the class door, I wanted to go but had to do it with you! Yalla bsr3a change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Yala give me a minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited lol, what a thing to be excited on, well I wasn’t excited about a grade, more of the success I did in making S3eed do well! I got ready quickly, grabbed my cardigan and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like crazy kids running to grab some candy! Wohoo!  And as we reached! We both screamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: WOHOO!! 98!! Yay mee &lt;3!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed was standing and had a shock on his face, I was so worried, and then a huge smile glowed on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: I GOT A 100!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: OMGGGGG entaa ybt a7san 3nee =O! I cant belive it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hahahaha! Thanks to you walla Maha, without you I don’t know what I would have done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Aw! Enzeen wala enk ga9 3lia, wanting my tutoring awna, e3trf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: LOL..no comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months have passed; S3eed and I were hanging together ALL the time! He was so fun to be with, and we click together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be Christmas break, and the School organized a trip to the Alps, I really couldn’t wait to throw some snowballs on S3eed's face! I was so excited were going out there, specially that S3eed will be there, and oh yea, Nicole as well! Lets hope she’s a bad snowboarder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To be Continued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-842250824107152080?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/842250824107152080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=842250824107152080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/842250824107152080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/842250824107152080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-9-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 9- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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-1594582613842575501.post-5931116600413040201</id><published>2009-07-25T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:54:08.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 8- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>Hey all, Im glad your enjoying the story, im liking where it is going =* w thanks to all of you for encouraging me! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Monday now, our Drama team decided it would be better to rewrite a classical play instead of acting since we don’t have many actors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I actually convinced them to do so; I do not what Nicole to have an illusion love story with S3eed and stick to him! She’s damaging! Jeez! Can’t she put a brighter red lipstick then the one she currently wears! Her parents are probably vampires HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed and I have an appointment today at the library to study for our Physics quiz, yes Physics! I guess I always had an interest in science stuff! He said he needs me to explain for him some formulas relating to gravity issues! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed at our coffee shop to get me some ice blended latté &lt;3 my love! And an Apple muffin! Yummy! Ahh, should I get S3eed something with me? =p 7ram I eat and his hungry since its 8:00 AM! I bet he still hadn’t had his breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew his an unhealthy person! ;p so I guess an Ice blended Chocolate will do it! And a fattening chocolate muffin lol very very unhealthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library, and found him there sitting with an Ipod plugged in his ear, let me try to steal his attention and take a peak at what his listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Hey S3eed! I got you some breakfast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Thanks! Chocolate! Its all what I need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peaked at his Ipod, and it was a French song! Oh no laykoon it’s a Nicole effect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Ooh, awn, you listen to French Opera! 3ash hatha ely nag9 ;p!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: LOL! Well I don’t, lakn Nicole asked me to give her my Ipod so she would load songs that will inspire the play writing thingie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Uhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Shfeech jlbaa el wayh!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Ana meb m6amnaaa el hay el esmhaa Nicole! Shes such a stalker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Lol La la y7leelha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: La y7lelha wla shyata! Shes so mn ta7t el ta7t! im soo Facebooking her out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: LOL ente el Stalker 3yal hahahah ;P!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: I have to fear for our safety mn hay el freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: lol no comment! Ok lets start the lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started explaining to him roughly the important points in the lesson! It seems that he understood everything! Mashalla, he is very smart, dunno where he was hiding that!...well I did know he had some smart genes gbl! I really should do something to convince him that University is a better place! And la7g 3al she’3l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first quiz tomorrow! And it was the physics one, I really think that S3eed will do great, he is a bright student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head back to my dorm, the one I share with Amy, a very sweet Italian girl! Shes so adorable! Everyday she’d wake at 5 AM fix her a fresh orange juice and go jogging, mashalla her body was always fit! I should start changing my sleeping habit and matching hers I want to Bring sexy back! Lol &lt;/3 yea right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I finished reviewing for my physics quiz, I was sure I got everything so I decided to have some playtime on my laptop! Oh! I remembered that I wanted to Facebook find Nicole the freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type the webpage and write her name in the search bar, and here she is! Wohoo! I had a feeling of victory *or devil madness* I click to see her profile picture….LOL no comment! SLUTY!! &lt;.&lt; weeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I click on her friend list, looking for anything Suspicious...omg omg omg omg what is HE doing on HER list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be Continued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-5931116600413040201?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/5931116600413040201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=5931116600413040201' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5931116600413040201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5931116600413040201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-8-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 8- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-4624479750864546014</id><published>2009-07-22T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:11:02.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>We were in drama class, the teacher was telling us the assignments that  we  have to do throughout the semester, we had the choice to either find a classical play and act it out, or write our own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was already thinking Juliet and imagining S3eed as Romeo! Ahhh  Snaps Out!* Lol what the hell I’m thinking! I’m out of his league! Or Im out of my mind! Ahhh! I just can’t take my eyes off him; his smile makes me the happiest person ever! Literary! As soon as he smiles, it’s like I’m in Neverland! Where everything is happy and everyone is smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I could see him day dreaming for a while then looking back at me and striking me with his devilish eyes! Dude! Am so sure he is planning something loool! I have to run as far as I can from him :O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to him sat this blond, I think her name was Nicole! Anyways! She’s totally checking him out and I could see it! Am I starting to be jealous? WTH no I aint, ive got no feelings for S3eed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, shes so looking him from tip to toe! Jeez, 9dg ma tst7ee! -_-, French Fries w7da! Lol that’s her nickname from now on, since her hair color is close to Fries and shes French! ;p wek wek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked us to start choosing our partners, each group had to have 3 members, I knew whom I wanted, but that meant there is still one more to join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see French Fries jump from her seat and heads to S3eed, and starts talking and smiling! God, b3d an ugly smile &gt;.&gt; weeh!  Omg yweeelhaa lw d5lt our group! Totally yweelha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed was starting to walk my direction, and French Fries was following!, I held my nerves, not wanting anything to show on my face, the least I wanted is for S3eed to feel something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: So, decided who the group will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Well, we need one more member, and Nicole asked me if she could join!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood not shocked, since I knew that she was SO interested in S3eed! Duhh why wouldn’t she! Hes such a hottie! Ew no no no whats happening to me I guess I’m love sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Well sure! Lets sit together and decide on what we will do next…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hey Nicole, were going to go outside have a seat in the garden and discuss what were doing, would you care to come along team mate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHhhh shes a team mate now! God she just gave me a 7gara loook! Very typical French Fries w7da!  &lt;,&lt;  araweeha were so acting Cinderella and she’s so going to be one of the UGLY sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: So, which assignment do you want to do, act or write a play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Well acting will be SOO MUCH MORE FUN lol well have a great time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nicole: Yea I agree with that! We should do something Shakespearean like Romeo and Juliet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh nooo!!! Wainn tbaa hai!! Im so sure she wants to act Juliet and off course hell be Romeo! Omg she totally is into him ew ewww! I have to warn S3eed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hmm interesting! But very romantic…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Hehehe w 3ade enta awnk ma t7b el romance w hay 6ay7aa 3leek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nicole: What did you say??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Nothing, I was just telling him that we should do some Childhood romance, just like Cinderella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lool yel3an aboo el chathb! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;S3eed: Ya!  And I will be the Prince!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nicole: And im Cinderlla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya right! walla it looks like well never get over with this assignment! Uhh I need to do well but first I need her to stay away from my man! *oopsy* I mean S3eed! =O shfyaa ana yarbe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Be Continued…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-4624479750864546014?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/4624479750864546014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=4624479750864546014' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/4624479750864546014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/4624479750864546014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-7-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 7- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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-1594582613842575501.post-7422648841577585103</id><published>2009-07-21T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:22:51.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 6- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This post is dedicated to: Jawaher, Teenager at sea, Dazzlin, without your comments on the previouse post, I wouldn't have written this!  =**!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: My dad is ill I have to go back to Dubai now and be by his side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: La s3eed la tseer, trust me, your in the place where your dad wanted you to be the most…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Sho y3ne a5lee ymoot w am here! LA ma aroom ma aroom!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed calm sitting by him, helping him pack his things, he was determined to leave, and then, his mother called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Conversation Between S3eed and His mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom: Hallaa S3eed sh7alk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Umayaaa!!! Goleleee uboya b5eer wlaa sho! Ana ga3d 3la a39abee w yals aswee shan6tyaa 7ag ard Dubai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom: S3eed La laa! Ubook b5eer el 7emdella, ma blaaah shi! W a9lan ubook yfra7 yoom ydree enk ga3de tdrs hnak!, rdlnaa w entaa rafe3 rasaa wladya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Bass umeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom: La basss wla shyata, S3eed n7naa klnaa 3nd ubook, w e5tk 7e9a w rylha ma g9raw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: El 7emdella 3la kel 7al, 5la9 b5leech a7een umee, la t5loon uboyaa fe 7ala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahhh! 7emdella, it looks like his Dad is fine after all! He better apologize for what he said earlier, like seriously el denya foo’6a wela shooo ;p?!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Maha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He said with a loud voice as I jumped from the seat next to him…*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Anaa yoo3aan! 5lna nseer nakl shi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha: Hehe! W ana b3d :p 3geet ‘3daya 3lshank *ma tstaaahl*! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Ana ma astahl!!! Yalee ma tst7een 3la wyhch! Chub yalla =p!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Lol im ignoring you w your mean comments, shklk doomk rude che, ma 3lmook el European some etiquette ya 5sara 9dg enk emaraty ;p…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S3eed ignored what I said but he certainly struck me with a devilish eye, looks like he is planning something! Lets hope its not revenge! LOL yweela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We sat in the same table, having lunch, he had his favorite which was a Margarita Pizza, while I had some Salad *dieting as usual*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Hm, awnch tsween rjeem? Kaak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Im a healthy person entaa sho y3rfk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Ya right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: 6ansh Ta3esh Tanta3sh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Weeeeh walla thakrteneee eb my sister! She always says that to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Your sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Ya, ana bs 3nde one sister 7e9a, shes the eldest in the family and the next to inherit dad’s empire if I do not straighten up things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Aint you young to start running a company..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Kelhaaa young *shows me his muscels* Im old enough to know whats right, w Inshalla once I graduate from here with honors, im going to go back to Dubai to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I froze for a moment! Did he just say that he will be working after he graduates from high school?! What about University! Is he letting his future go away because he has to inherit something! bleeh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Are you seriously going to work straight after high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Yeah! Ana mnzmaan atryaa el yoom ely I run dad’s companies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: What about University? Don’t you have your own inspirations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Well I do have, lakn I cant leave this empire to my sister..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm, ok it looks like his relationship with his sister is at odds, wonder why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Her husband (A7med Al M.) is one greedy man, I have told dad previously that I think under all the “nice” he is a devil that wants to take over everything, I cant let dads work go with the wind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Enzeen akeed ur dad wont fall for his play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Oh, guess what, he already did! A7med is the CEO of one of dad’s companies! My dad would never believe me, he thinks I’m jealous from A7med’s success, since he graduated from a well-reputed University!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: That’s why you should go to University! Listen to me S3eed, nothing will kill A7med more then your success, and your Dad will eventually know the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The lunch break was over, but our talk wasn’t, we stayed chatting as we walked to our next class, it was Drama class! That will be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: S3eed Drama Class! Your specialty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To be Continued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-7422648841577585103?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/7422648841577585103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=7422648841577585103' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/7422648841577585103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/7422648841577585103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-6-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 6- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-5364009881111545525</id><published>2009-07-21T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:29:46.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Sorry,, But</title><content type='html'>I cannot continue with my previous story "When the sun shines"!&lt;br /&gt;Well, only few that knew me before blogger, know that writing wasn't an easy job for me! and since I have proven to my self to be capable, I have reached my goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let my self write a story that gets boring and uninteresting, therefore, the story will not be continued. However, you will get some stories about my real life, not imagination or fantasy, just the real life of me and some blabbing ill continue to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry if I have disappointed you, but I wouldn't want you to get bored reading something I wrote &lt;-- just like am doing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support! &lt;3 =*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-5364009881111545525?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/5364009881111545525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=5364009881111545525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5364009881111545525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5364009881111545525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry-but.html' title='Im Sorry,, But'/><author><name>M</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-3838894791506085917</id><published>2009-07-14T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:09:22.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Lagged</title><content type='html'>Hey my loyal readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible not updating my blog so often, I guess am passing through the summer phase that lacks ideas and energy ;p! ahhh that aint a reason I know =$. I dont really know when I will continue hehehe =p so keep waiting (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry all! But am officially Mind Lagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MIND LAGGED- is a copyrighted word by me! haha ;P JK feel free to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-3838894791506085917?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/3838894791506085917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=3838894791506085917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/3838894791506085917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/3838894791506085917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/mind-lagged.html' title='Mind Lagged'/><author><name>M</name><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-1594582613842575501.post-6208426840246895709</id><published>2009-07-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:15:23.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 5- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>Previously:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the class, and sat by each other, though I was telling him we should not if we want to focus, but he’s a very hardheaded person w ma ysma3 el klam, a minute later, his phone buzzed he stared at it and his face turned all around. I knew something was wrong, his eyes were red and tears seemed to be making their way through his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed froze in his place, not knowing what to do, all I knew is that something went wrong, and I couldn’t see him as sad as he is at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: S3eed shfeeek?! Sho 9ar?! Is everything fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Uhhhhh!!!! SKTE 3ANE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he just screamed at me, I let it go, for that I knew no man wants to be seen crying in front of anyone especially a girl. As the class resumed, and the teacher was explaining god knows what, all my focus was on S3eed, I really couldn’t hear what the teacher was trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned his face away from me, not wanting me to see his tears drop, now I know something really serious happened, but I do not know what to do, or to say, it looks like all he needed is space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class time was up, and in an eye blink S3eed was out of the room. What’s with him and disappearing like that! I really don’t know how to deal with him, should I run after him like I always do, or give him some space? I really need to know what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really needed to speak to Sara at the moment, she’s the only one that will comfort me and tell me what to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: (SMS) “Need to talk, please call when you’re free!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, Sara calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: Shfeech Maha sho 9ayr? 3sa ma shar?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Uffff Madre sho agolch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: Sho?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: S3eed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: What?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Ok umm, long story short, S3eed turned to be at our school, w his in most of my classes, el mhm, I got to know him in person and he seemed to be a really nice man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: Ay nice ay b6ee5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: enzeeen sm3ee hay mb el salfa, el salfa ena during class, his phone buzzed, shkla he got a message mn 7ad! W b3deen his face turned red w I could see tears in his eyes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: Heeeeeeeee! Omg sho feee!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Ana ma rmt as2la, can m39b and sad so I left him alone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: You shouldn’t leave im che! He needs 7ad by his side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Well madre, lw yba 7ad chan gale to come along, maba arz eb wayhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: Enzain did you know what happened to him? Wla what was in the message he got…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: La I didn’t so knt mt9ltlch glt ymkn t3rfeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: La walla, hmmm let me ask around and I will call you in a minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Ok bsr3a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1:00 Pm, and our lunch break just started; I sat alone on a table having my daily salad with some orange juice, looking around for someone I know, my phones buzzed, I got a message from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara “He’s Dad is ill”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my lunch and rushed to S3eed dorm, I had to be there for him, y3nee were both abroad, lonely and fe ‘3rbaa, we need to comfort each other in such hard times! I walked between rooms, not knowing which is his, I kept walking and saw a room with an opened door, I entered and found him there throwing his clothes in a bag, sobbing so hard but trying to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to calm him down, but he is not responding, neither is he replaying to whatever im saying, S3eed shfeek erms gole!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: My dad is ill I have to go back to Dubai now and be by his side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: La s3eed la tseer, trust me, your in the place where your dad wanted you to be the most…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Sho y3ne a5lee ymoot w am here! LA ma aroom ma aroom!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed calm sitting by him, helping him pack his things, he was determined to leave, and then, his mother called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Be Continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-6208426840246895709?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/6208426840246895709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=6208426840246895709' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/6208426840246895709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/6208426840246895709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-5-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 5- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-7481145895248275161</id><published>2009-07-06T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:55:03.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/SlIk-5Qs8hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hkUKqOPeG7Q/s1600-h/calculus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/SlIk-5Qs8hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hkUKqOPeG7Q/s200/calculus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355383569838305810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first class passed and I was walking toward my next class, which was an advanced elective, still thinking about S3eed, wondering if he’ll ever change. I enter the classroom and grabbed a seat, suddenly, I hear someone behind me clearing his throat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Ohh, b3d you turn out to be a smart and sexy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG did he just call me sexy! Mno yt7sab 3mra, uff hell never change, his a dumb brat and happens to be smart as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Whatever =)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Your communication skills are poor *winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok 3ad al7een 5la9! W9lt 7adeee, he just crossed the line! Y3nee sho ybanee agolaa mthln (your sexy as well)!? Yakl tebn! =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Excuse me, Im trying to focus here, class is about to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Ohh y3nee I am taking all your attention,, ya 7a’6ee  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Ok that’s it! Don’t think that any girl is willing to give her time and attention to a player nfsk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I didn’t want to start a fight mn awlha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Huh?! Sho ga9dch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: ga9dee entaa t3rfa….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: You don’t even know me, w I haven’t been anything but nice to you….!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel sorry, umm, kind of, he has been nice but I have taken what he says seriously, maybe because I have heard about him previously I should have given him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class started, the teacher handed us the books “Advanced Calculus”, I admit, though I might seem careless I actually have a brain, a pretty good one. I sat calmly and sunk into my seat, he was sitting on the right front of me and I was watching his every movement, trying to analyze him, he seems very angry at what I have said, I should apologize, or not? I should be the bigger person here. I waited for the class to end, and as soon as the bell rang. The classroom door was slammed, I look around and S3eed was gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run out of class fast, trying to catch him before things turn worse, I really messed this up, me and my temper, God…, I walk around campus for about 5 minutes and then spotted him sitting under a tree reading the news and having a green apple…ahhh healthy and smart…exactly what I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk by him and stood still, he does not seem to notice me, I guess he was very involved in what’s happening in the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Hey again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Sho tbeen? Mb chna Im a player...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Im sorry! 6l3at mne bel’3l6,,,I didn’t mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Everyone assumes that because from where I come and who my dad is, ena im spoiled and a player! Can’t they get it, mb kl7ad che uff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat by trying to comfort him, we got along nicely since we have a lot in common, I like horses and he does as well, we both love politics and are smart, time flew by as we were enjoying our talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Im sorry again =), wala it was nice knowing the real you… hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Tra ygoloon don’t Assume it makes an Ass of “u” and “me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Hehehe! Enzeen I have to run to class, Ive got literature now…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: 7ata ana, lets walk together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: LOL your such a stalker sho ha your nearly in all of my classes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: Well sho aswee your hard to be away from, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: =p bdeeena?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S3eed: kekeee, sorry! =p a6anz, shfeech ente damch thjeel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: =$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the class, and sat by each other, though I was telling him we should not if we want to focus, but he’s a very hardheaded person w ma ysma3 el klam, a minute later, his phone buzzed he stared at it and his face turned all around. I knew something was wrong, his eyes were red and tears seemed to be making their way through his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To be Continued.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-7481145895248275161?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/7481145895248275161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=7481145895248275161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/7481145895248275161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/7481145895248275161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-4-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 4- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/SlIk-5Qs8hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hkUKqOPeG7Q/s72-c/calculus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-4536297626667807700</id><published>2009-07-04T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:57:53.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/Sk_PeJ1PkWI/AAAAAAAAABI/dPyDrVNZyPg/s1600-h/gossip_girls_by_zuzu_cris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/Sk_PeJ1PkWI/AAAAAAAAABI/dPyDrVNZyPg/s200/gossip_girls_by_zuzu_cris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354726598909071714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S3eed A. has this reputation for being such a player; he comes from one of those families that have its high statues in society. His father has built up an empire and was waiting for her son to grow up to hand him the thrown, however, he never seemed to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father decided that the best way for him to grow into a man is to send him abroad to continue his studies. Hoping by that S3eed will grow into a better man and leave his “playing” days behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;-my BFF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: So what’s the news back in Dubai! Its like the world is lacking action, Jeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: Omg ma gltch…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Shoo?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: You might be having a new Richy rich neighbor, rumor says that Ahmed Al-…. Is sending his son S3eed to a boarding school in Switzerland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Oh 5air y3ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: Omg sho 5air, ma sm3tee 3an s3eed gbl?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Hmmmm,,,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: S3eed Alla yslmch will inherit a multimillion company after his father,,w girls are throwing themselves 3lee since the news of him being the next CEO was out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 3afanalla, what’s with the girls hal ayam! Their such tigers hunting for the rich…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sara: Enzeeen! So he might be in your school who knows! Am sure he will be sent to the best…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heheee 3yal alla y3een ma by5lee bnt fe 7alha =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Sara: Laa! Tra that’s his last chance to show his father ena ystahl the trust, if he fails to portray that the empire will go to his elder sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: 3yal he better be on his best behavior hehe! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Be Continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-4536297626667807700?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/4536297626667807700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=4536297626667807700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/4536297626667807700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/4536297626667807700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-3-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 3- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/Sk_PeJ1PkWI/AAAAAAAAABI/dPyDrVNZyPg/s72-c/gossip_girls_by_zuzu_cris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-5019001246061298801</id><published>2009-07-01T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:03:04.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/SkvN5mhSoqI/AAAAAAAAABA/QMdC2_XQvBg/s1600-h/display_martlet+-+coffee+shops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/SkvN5mhSoqI/AAAAAAAAABA/QMdC2_XQvBg/s200/display_martlet+-+coffee+shops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353598971536384674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day back to school, wasn’t very excited which is very normal if you were me. I put on my uniform, grabbed a cup of coffee and a muffin while running to get to my first class. It turned to be I am a bit early, so as a fresh start I decided to sit in the middle rather in the end of the classroom. I put down my bag, took my notebook out, and was looking inside my bag for a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard someone with a husky voice calling from behind me,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Hi, is the chair next to you taken?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped what was in my hand and froze with a plain face expression, It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, the guy that I couldn't get him out of my head after I dreamed of him one night! He has this Grey fierce eye that you can’t take your eyes of off it, a brunette thick hair with a golden shine and lovely cologne that you can’t help but notice, Ok I Paused too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;“ Hello? *Waving his hand in front of me while I day dreamed*”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ La, its not”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I answered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ooops! Did I just say LA? Ahhh he will figure out that Im an Arab, lets hope he aint an Anti-Arab person!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Ohhhh, 6l3tee 3erbya?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, he is someone from the gulf! Ahhhhhh, so handsome that I never thought he is from the region! Feels good to finally have someone you could speak your language with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;“Hehe, akeed you weren’t expecting me to blurt out in Arabic”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Ya…you look far from being a 5leejy”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;“LOL I have heard that all through my life…oh well…its nice to finally meet an Arab here, I kind of got bored looking at blonde’s and brunettes with rainbow eye colors!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Loool…heheh true”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher enters the class which is “History of Europe” and waits 5 minutes so all students are seated; he is a fairly very old French teacher “Mr. Phillips”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Phillips: “Welcome back to school ev’3body, So lets start by taking attendance”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Phillips was calling out the names; we were about 15 students in this class, which is the average size, Im waiting for him to call out the 5laeejy student sitting right next to me! I was very curious to know who he is or from where he comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maha” Says Mr. Phillip, “Present” I responded quietly, and “HE” turns his face to me with a smirk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Phillips: “Michael O, Noah Jeff , Nivad Smith, Sam Kerry, Sherry Owen , Saeed Ahmed Al…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my breathe for a second, “is he who I think he is....OMG “THE” S3EED…?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be continued &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-5019001246061298801?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/5019001246061298801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=5019001246061298801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5019001246061298801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5019001246061298801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-2-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 2- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/SkvN5mhSoqI/AAAAAAAAABA/QMdC2_XQvBg/s72-c/display_martlet+-+coffee+shops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-7729567528800230108</id><published>2009-07-01T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:11:12.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1- When the Sun Shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/SkuYhfOZpPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IfsvOAtAcUc/s1600-h/photoAdmissions1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/SkuYhfOZpPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IfsvOAtAcUc/s400/photoAdmissions1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353540283144971506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I have been that person, the one that sits in the end of class, the one that jokes on nearly every word, lacked motivation and aspiration. Yea, that girl you always think she’ll never grow up yet did excellent. But I’m Senior now, and I just started school and I really have to perform well if I want to have a good future, or just a future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Maha, I just entered my 17th year this summer. I am from Dubai but studying in Switzerland at one of the most expansive boarding schools (Le Rosy). By now I’m sure you think I’m just any other rich brat that does nothing useful in life because she has it all. Well you’re kind of right, but things are about to change…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To be continued&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;I will be out of town for this weekend so you got be patient for the next part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-7729567528800230108?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/7729567528800230108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=7729567528800230108' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/7729567528800230108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/7729567528800230108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-1-when-sun-shines.html' title='Part 1- When the Sun Shines'/><author><name>M</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dgEQSenK0w/SkuYhfOZpPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IfsvOAtAcUc/s72-c/photoAdmissions1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-8155871638587091943</id><published>2009-06-28T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:49:00.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7 - Lucky bracelet - Final</title><content type='html'>It was the morning of the awaited day, Ahmed is looking as good as he looks…happy..yet you can notice the signs of distress on his face….¬¬could he move on without any regrets…or his life will be stuck to the past if he does so….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 5:00Pm now….In and hour…the family of Ahmed and himself will be heading to Shamma’s house to ask for her hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: Ahhh am so happy…am so excited….god I cant wait…bga bas sa3aa lakn this is the longest hour I have ever felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hadee Hadee yala el wagt baymr and you will be officially engaged *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Walla Shamma I am so happy for you lol cant wait to see your face when you see him downstairs…that will be so funny…. HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: =$ aihhhh la tfshlone….I’m already blushing….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed knew that Sara will be there…. and he knew that in order to forget what happened that night he should tell the truth…. though today wasn’t the right day its his freaking engagement! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is looking pretty..Hessa as the “sister” looks elegant as usual...her hair is tight up…with some dazzling diamond earring and necklace…a pretty sister in law….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is six now….the ladies from Ahmed’s family are already at the wife to be place….the men were greeting each other…sharing a laugh…but Ahmed was missing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: Wainaa Ahmed ma yaaa..uffff mn awlha yt25rrr?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Inshalla byoo9al ymkn 3nda sh’3laa tryaww….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: If he doesn’t knock the door now…im going to go insane…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room in which the girls were situated at had two doors…one to the main majlis where the ladies gathered…and the other to the patio of the house…. couple of seconds later….the girls door knock…Shamma anticipating that her mother would be behind the door telling her to come down for the engagement….but surprise surprise…Ahmed was behind the door…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: The door is knocking….Sara can you please open it =$ laykoon umee and its time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Yalla dgeega….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara opens the door….and pauses not knowing what to say….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sara: Ahmed wh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: shh shhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: sho fe a7mad sho fe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: I need to talk to you quickly just for a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: Sara who is at the door?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: The maid is asking me to see what juices should we send to the ladies….ill be back in a minute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara and Ahmed find a quiet corner at the house where they cant be interrupted or seen…Sara is very confused wondering what had happened and why did Ahmed need to speak to her on the day of his engagement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sara: A7mad erms bsr3a before anyone see’s us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Sara 3ndee shai mb raym ansaaa I have to tell you the truth before I take this step of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Truth? What truth? Ma benee w benk shi! Since the day you saw me you really left me confused by leaving suddenly after hearing MY NAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: enzeeen this is all because of that thing…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: what thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: u5ooch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Alla yr7maaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Ameen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Sho la da5l u5oya? Whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: well….the day that the accident happened.. I was there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: WHAT?!....where you that crazy driver that forced him of the road killing him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: It wasn’t supposed to be that way! It all happened so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: and why did you run away?! Why did you leave him to die all by himself….and I thought that you were his best friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara with all tears and anger goes as far as she could go away from Ahmed!...i went back to the room…and it was clear my eyes had tears…..I did not know what to do….nor did I want to do something that will ruin Shamma’s engagement…but how can I forget what I heard and let her get married to a man like Ahmed…all he cares is about himself….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed was confused…scared…worried….after Sara sudden leave..he knew that everything will be over….no more engagement…no more joy….all hell see is the inner of a prison sells! Ahmed calls his sister and tells her what had happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Hessa I told the truth I told the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: WHAT?! Told the truth to who?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: I told Sara what really happened with her brother!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: OMG wagtha omg omg….Ahmed your about to get engaged! You’re running everything for yourself….. ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: I didn’t call you 3lshan t7tshreen!....tell me what should I DO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: I will go talk to Sara! Ill try to convince her to stay silent and never tell another soul…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa goes quickly to the girls room…..she could see that Sara was as sad as she could be…it was really hard for her to say something and didn’t know how to approach Sara…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa: Sara..i know you very upset…and I surly know that you might never forgive Ahmed for the pain he have caused your family..but listen to me….he didn’t mean for anything to happen….he loved your brother more then any other friend…you know how close both were and im sure if your brother was here…hell ask you to forgive him..&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Keef forgive keef…u5ooch was a coward by running away…he left us thinking day and night of who would try to harm someone like my brother or WHY….&lt;br /&gt;Hessa: Sara….Ahmed had never been as sad as he is from what happened….regretting everything and anything that led to the accident…I don’t know what to tell you…but Ahmed is too young…and I do not want his life to be ruined…&lt;br /&gt;Sara: My brother was young too and his life ENDED!! Your brother ma ystahl Shamma…how can she marry a killer!&lt;br /&gt;Hessa: Sara keep your voice down!...shofe….alla kareem w ysam7….who are we to not forgive each other….ely 9ar eb u5ooch g’6a w gdar…that day was his day…you couldn’t have changed his fate…alla katb!&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Sho feeekm bnat! Why are you whispering w you all look funny lol….&lt;br /&gt;Sara: mafee shi were just crying at the idea of you leaving us and becoming a married life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara ended up forgiving Ahmed….no one else knew about what happened and what Ahmed did…she herself is trying to forget what happened and be happy for Shamma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamma’s day was getting happier and happier by the minute…..it looks like the bracelet did have its charm….love came to her when she was hunting for it so bad…..happiness knocked her door when she was at her saddest….everything was in its place…Shamma felt like a princess…today was her day…lets all be happy life is to short to be sad..the more you smile…the more you laugh…the more happy moments you get is nothing without the people you love…Shamma and Ahmed lived happily ever after for today…lets hope their future remains far from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End…&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-8155871638587091943?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/8155871638587091943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=8155871638587091943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/8155871638587091943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/8155871638587091943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-7-lucky-bracelet-final.html' title='Part 7 - Lucky bracelet - Final'/><author><name>M</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-5095034253612022572</id><published>2009-06-23T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:40:23.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part 6'/><title type='text'>Part 6- Lucky Bracelet</title><content type='html'>Shamma opens the email with all the excitement..wanting the reply to be as her heart desires….for her anything will be perfect coming from him…whether it’s a greeting or anything…everything but rejection.. the email opens…she reads it with tears in her eyes…tears of joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed’s email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Shamma,&lt;br /&gt;I also couldn’t stop thinking about you..your clumsiness surely grabbed by attention. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamma’s cheeks went red she didn’t know how to react…she was happy but kind of embarrassed…she didn’t know what to do now..she then calls me for suggestions…&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: SHAIKHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me: Bismelah el ra7man el r7eem! 5air?!&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: RAD 3LIA?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mno rad 3leech! W shwy lower your voice ethnee ra7at feeha! &lt;br /&gt;Shamma: A7maad a7maad rad 3lia&lt;br /&gt;Me: A7mad?! What the hell lol asmeech t5blteee…enzain golele kaif klmte?&lt;br /&gt;Shamma:  Ma klmta.I emailed him on facebook w rad 3liaa AHHH am so happy&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol enzain…so glteela how much u so so so love him and dream of him klyoom!&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Sktee enzain!! =p =$....&lt;br /&gt;Me: hehhee ur adorable when ur in love…enzeen so what are you going to do now&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Traa ana 3lshan chee mt9ltlch!&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol w sho shyftnee 5abeeera&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: 3n el t6aneez…sho aswee..should I email him back?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes…&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Enzeen sho agoola&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm ask him for his email…w get to know him…=p w then fall in love…&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: hmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just email him…he might like u as well&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: enzeeen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*closes the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamma emails Ahmed back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey back!&lt;br /&gt;LOL…im not that clumsy..=p you just took my breath away =$ sho aswe y3ne….this is my email (xxxx) ill be waiting for an add!&lt;br /&gt;Shamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like shamma handled the situation…as she closes the web browser…her msn gets an ADD box…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: wow..that was fast..shakla he was sitting waiting for my reply…ahh &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;She clicks accept and waits for him so start a conversation…..it looks like both were waiting for each other to start one…he started….&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: Hey there&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Hi :) &lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: Sh7alch&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Im fine 7emdla…enta sh7alk…&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: Ah..not bad?&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Shfeek a7mad? Shaklk mt’6ayg&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: :( &lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Tkalam sho feek am here for you….&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: 5lna a7eena mn 9d3at rase….sooo I wana get to know more about u…&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: =$ &lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: ummm awl shi what r ur hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: I love reading and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: Lol…who doesn’t like sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: hehe shft 3ad &lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: enzain you like horses&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: I adore them &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: Hehe! Am glad u do….cause am a horse rider =p aba 7rmtya t7b horses as well..&lt;br /&gt;*Shamma is shocked now…did he just say “my wife” why is he talking about his future wife now….does he mean me?!..&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Lool..nawy t3rs?.&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: walla ive been lonely for a long time…I think its wagtha..need to take my mind off lots of things!&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: aww..enzeen 7ad 7a6 fe balk?&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: well la….not yet…am looking for someone that I can relate to….somone that understands me&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: *with all guts* like me?&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: (6) lol uve got nerve! I likeeeeeee that…&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: =$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamma and Ahmed stayed talking to each other day and night….Ahmed really clicked with Shamma…he liked her a lot and found her to be the wife he’s looking for….Ahmed knew that Hessa won’t like it if she knew that he likes Shamma and wants to marry her…. He knew how crazy their relationship was….by no means he wanted to angry his sister……he decides to talk to his sisters friend Mona…and see if she could help out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ahmed: Hey Mona&lt;br /&gt;Mona: Halla ahmed sh7alk&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: 7emdela b5air..what about you&lt;br /&gt;Mona: 7emdelaa fine&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: Abach fe klmat ras….and this is only between me and you enzain?&lt;br /&gt;Mona: don’t worry I promise… &lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: You knw Shamma? Hessa’s Ex-BFF&lt;br /&gt;Mona: Ya ya..sho feeha&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: Ok…a while back I met her here…when you had the party….and then after..we got to know each other and I really liked her…&lt;br /&gt;Mona: aww! That’s good! Walla shes such a sweet girl regardless of what happened between us…&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: enzeeen…ana aba a56bha…w a5af Hessa tz3l….&lt;br /&gt;Mona: Ma 3leek…5la 79a 3lia…ill speak to her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona thinks deeply before approaching Hessa….couple of days later…she talks to her…at first Hessa rejected the idea at all!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hessa: Y3nee 3nboo ma lgaaa 7ad ‘3yrha! Come on bnat el nas wayed!&lt;br /&gt;Mona: I told you gabl…Shamma bnt 3rab w shes such a good person&lt;br /&gt;Hessa: Ya right&lt;br /&gt;Mona: Shofee knaa yhal gbl…were old enough now! I think its time to let go….&lt;br /&gt;Hessa: Let me think! W laish a7mad ygolch w ma ygole&lt;br /&gt;Mona: 5afch tz3leeeen….or burst just like now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa couldn’t stop thinking about what Mona said…she thought about it a lot….she knew that Ahmed misses joy…and that he got to be happy even though shes not….Hessa then calls Ahmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;essa: Halla a7mad..bel embarak lgeet el bnt ha? ;) &lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: *with all excitement* Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Hessa: enzeen mta tba nseer n56b!&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: Lw 3liaa elyoom gbl bacher!&lt;br /&gt;Hessa: Loool enzain…sho rayk aklm el bnt w agolha were coming…..&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: Great that!...walla cant wait….!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa calls Shamma…at first Shamma didn’t know what to say..she was shocked that Hessa called…she was afraid that Hessa knew about whats between her and her brother…but it wasn’t that at all…Hessa told Shamma that Ahmed finds her to be the girl of his dreams and wants her to be his wife…they both continued talking for a while…and decided that their families will meet this weekend for 56ba… Shamma was very excited….she couldn’t wait….she was so happy that her luck turned the way she wanted it to be…thanks to the lucky bracelet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s the weekend now…everyone is excited..Ahmed was so happy but he still couldn’t get what happened couple of months ago out of his mind..he knew..that before starting his new life…he has to close his old life….and nothing like the truth will close the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To Be Continued&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-5095034253612022572?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/5095034253612022572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=5095034253612022572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5095034253612022572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5095034253612022572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-6-lucky-bracelet.html' title='Part 6- Lucky Bracelet'/><author><name>M</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-1530559121448606091</id><published>2009-06-22T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:06:37.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part 5'/><title type='text'>Part 5- Lucky Bracelet</title><content type='html'>3 months have passed since Hessa and Ahmed talk…and things are still the way they are…Ahmed is still looking for a way to confess about what happened that night…he was not able to sleep because of this…his night turned into days and days into nights….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa needed to really do something to take her brother out of this depression…and she thought of only one way…which is to let him fall in love with a girl and forget about the tragedy…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hessa: Mona..Ahmed ray7 feeha…we really need to do something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;: ummmm….well ok what you suggest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Am thinking of letting him meet a girl and love her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;: Ya..thats a good idea to bring some joy to him…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Well have anyone in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;: Hmmm…remember your best friend Shamma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: HELL NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;: but but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: No but’s!....keep thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;: I cant think of anyone right now….seriously..I think she will be good for him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Well you have thought wrong…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Ignored Hessa’s rejection of Shamma…she knew deep down inside that they are perfect for each other….Shamma on the other side have been waiting for any contact to Ahmed….its been 3 months since that party….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shamma: Ahhh bnaat…im tired of waiting…seriously will he ever come!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol….well you should not wait…its better if you go and ask…that will save time..hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: Not a bad idea Shaikha! I will start looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamma sat all night trying to figure how will she meet him…or get to know him…or get any contact link to him…she remembered that he is on Facebook….so she decides to send him a message and become friends….She goes to Facebook…clicks on the register button….thinks what name should she enter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: * to the screen* ahhh will he remember it was me from the other day….or should I send him a message telling him that…..well I think a message will do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear Ahmed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Shamma…we met at your Sis party couple of months ago…I couldn’t take your image out of my head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your replay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later….Shamma has one message in her inbox…..and she really knew that her luck bracelet has made its charm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamma: OMG OMG OMG OMG…..*clicks on the mail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To be Continued…   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-1530559121448606091?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/1530559121448606091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=1530559121448606091' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/1530559121448606091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/1530559121448606091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-5-lucky-bracelet.html' title='Part 5- Lucky Bracelet'/><author><name>M</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-7870349298086660182</id><published>2009-06-19T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:34:39.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part 4'/><title type='text'>Part 4- Lucky bracelet</title><content type='html'>*After the party at the porch with Hessa* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Hessa…I have something to tell you…I have been keeping it to myself but I cant handle it anymore….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: What Ahmed Inshalla 5air? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;:  Remember what happened last May?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Umm…was it when you had a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Yes….you all know that I had an accident but there is something you didn’t know about it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: What Ahmed! Talk bsr3a…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Well today I met these girls by the balcony…and one of them was Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Sara Mohammed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Yes her….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: What does she have to do with the accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Not her directly…her brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Ummm…Ahmed…Ma 3ndha u5ooo…twafa mn km shahar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa then freezes….her eyes are wide open…..she could barley breath…Ahmed…no one should ever know about what happened that night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ahmed: im tired of carrying this alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: we are two carrying it now…Ahmed…if you want to have a future that we have always prepared for….forget the past….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: But I cant…. I will continue to feel bad until I go tell the family of Sara what happened that day!!&lt;br /&gt;Hessa: Ah are you crazy?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Its my thing! And I must handle it like a man……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed Journal entry May 21st &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at night….I was doing my usual insanity…me and Rashid were meeting by Jumiera beach for a drag race…..as we were preparing our cars…I noticed something wrong….but I told myself it was ok…the car is a good one. Nothing will happen. as the race started…I was driving as fast as 200KM..in a matter of second…the car slips…hitting the driver next to me…I didn’t know what happened…everything happened so fast..I was so scared that I continued driving and didn’t stop to check out what happened….and later…I heard that he died…and I Knew it was all my fault….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To be Continued.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-7870349298086660182?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/7870349298086660182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=7870349298086660182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/7870349298086660182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/7870349298086660182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-4-lucky-bracelet.html' title='Part 4- Lucky bracelet'/><author><name>M</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-8793590176256922989</id><published>2009-06-17T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:09:22.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part 3 the party'/><title type='text'>Part 3- Lucky bracelet</title><content type='html'>I am standing couple of feet’s away from Hessa..I could see her staring right into my eyes…expecting the unexpected…. with a loud voice I say….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: May I have your attention people…First…I would like to thank Hessa for gathering all of you In one place…. it makes it easier for me to broadcast the following message…Hessa…may you tell everybody what did really happen in London two weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;: *whispering* Hessa wasn’t that when you met him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Oh God…oh god…Mona! She knows!! I told you she knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: what’s wrong Hessa…. have some trouble remembering what actually happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Umm….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: well let me help you…when our dear Hessa traveled to London this month…. calming that she has been there to get some treatment for injuring her knee while playing sport…she was actually playing a man hunt over there…sadly. not for single one’s!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was staring at Hessa with disgrace….Hessa’s family is a conservative one…despite how free she might act….if her parents knew about what really happened in London….everything will be over for her….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Shaikha that’s enough…she got the looks you wanted her to get…leave her with a little dignity she always lacked hhahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: God we are very mean ;p but oh well…”el3ain bel 3ain wel sen bel sen”…she started it all….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks all for your attention….you may get back to what your doing! Adios Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa leaves the room running with tears all over her face…not only did her secret be revealed….it was revealed in front of everyone…at this moment…Hessa wished she was invisible…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait in the parking lot for our driver…..it took couple of minutes for him to reach….Shamma was wondering around by us…you could see that she is planning something…and I knew it was something to do with Ahmed…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamma decides to leave her bracelet on a bench in the garden…leaving hope that because of the bracelets luck….Ahmed will find it and then look for its owner….just like the heels in Cinderella story… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Shamma mn 9dgch lol…asmeech nekta…oh well..lets see if the fairy tale comes true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: You will see indeed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Girls….why do you think Ahmed left when he knew my name?.......there is something there! I cant seem to find it…! Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: There is something 9a7….days will reveal it…lets wait…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter the car….Hessa was sitting on that bench where Shamma has left her bracelet…Shamma was so worried that Hessa will notice and and her brother wont!...a second later….Ahmed comes and sits by his sister comforting her…such a gentleman…he notices the bracelet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Hessa…is this yours?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa knew about Shamma’s bracelet luck…they use to be best friends before the London incident….and at this moment…Hessa really needed luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: ooh yah..that fell from me…thank you….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa didn’t know that a good luck bracelet can reverse its luck if the wrong person has taken it…and since Shamma left it for Ahmed…Hessa needs to worry..looks like some bad news are coming around the corner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To be Continued… &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/1594582613842575501-8793590176256922989?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/8793590176256922989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=8793590176256922989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/8793590176256922989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/8793590176256922989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-3-lucky-bracelet.html' title='Part 3- Lucky bracelet'/><author><name>M</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-4904965866370046974</id><published>2009-06-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:35:21.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part 2 True Colors'/><title type='text'>Part 2- Lucky bracelet</title><content type='html'>We enter the ballroom..everybody is dazzling with diamonds..all have this smile on their face..the one you don’t know if it was true….Hessa the hostess was greeting by the door…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Hiiiii Shaikha…how are you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Greeted her silently.. pretending I don’t know her….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;: Hessa..whats with your friend Shaikha did she just pretend you don’t exist!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Oh well…she still didn’t get over that situation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;: What situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: *Whispers  in Mona’s ears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;: SHUT UP!.... when did this happen?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: About a week ago…now Shh..well discuss it later…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see Mona nervous couple of feet’s away from me…I knew they were afraid that I would tell…but that was the fun part….they were both smiling at me as I passed….asking me more than once if I was enjoying my time….what I enjoyed more is the fear in their eyes…it was funny seeing the two most powerful girls ytm9l7n like that….they use to be the ones that make a girl an “it” girl or just another girl…now…everything changed…we will see who has the power…..no one told them to mess up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Sara…Shamma…lets go by the balcony…I hear that her brother might be around…we could hook him up with Shamma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: *YAY* finally ill get to see my prince charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to the balcony…the weather was perfect…everyone seems to have a good time…what was missing is some spice…..we sit at the porch starting at the garden…I have heard previously that her brother had such a charm…just wanted to look at him in real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shamma: Look there girls!...I think that’s….thats…that’s….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Lol Shamma hold your horses…..yes it is him…looks a lot better than his Facebook picture!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: Shaikha! Don’t you dare think about him….he is mine already…!!&lt;br /&gt;The three of us walk calmly to him…I knew how important that is to Shamma…she really wanted it to be that day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me: Hi Ahmed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Hey...so you know my name…. *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Who wouldn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: *kicks Shaikha* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Ah!...Ahmed this is my friend Shamma….she’s smart…fun..playful…everything you want a girl to have…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: Hey *Blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: So..who’s that third friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;That’s Sara…she’s not very interesting in meeting a man now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: Sara who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Sara Mohammed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;: *shocked* leaves as fast as he could……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: WHERE IS HE GOING?!...what’s wrong?! Sara start talking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Shamma ma fee shy :S I really don’t know what happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: girls girls…lower your voices…we are still between people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: Sara has a lot to explain and I am not leaving here until you do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Walla ma fe shai!!!! I really don’t know what happened….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Lets head in…its getting cold out here…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enter inside…Hessa was on her mobile…suddenly her face gets this look…something wrong had happened….she stared right into my eyes…..it is like I had something to do with it…..I smiled back raised my glass up to her….she returned a smile with a smirk….time passed very fast…everyone was in his own corner of the room…gossiping and chit chatting…you could see that every girl there wanted the light shed on her…..they were ready to step over anyone to just be under that light…my phone rings….I pick it up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hiii momy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: Sho momy b3d…9rtee amreecia mn wrana? E96lbe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Umeeee…sho fe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;: Yala t25r el wagt redooo baskn sahra…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Bs sa3a pleaseeeeeeeee?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t do what I came here to do…I just wanted everyone to know the reality of Hessa…who she is behind this expensive lifestyle….I wanted everyone to give her those looks of disgust…the ones I got when she spread that rumor about me…it is pay back time….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Be &lt;/span&gt;Continued….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-4904965866370046974?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/4904965866370046974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=4904965866370046974' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/4904965866370046974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/4904965866370046974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-2-true-colors.html' title='Part 2- Lucky bracelet'/><author><name>M</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594582613842575501.post-5078319506937632838</id><published>2009-06-13T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:34:09.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1-Lucky bracelet</title><content type='html'>It is 10 minutes before 9 Pm..the house is chaotic..everyone is running all around..you can easily see how crazy it is from all the makeup that’s tossed on the floor of my bedroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Girls quick..our ride is waiting for us downstairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: Wait for me…just a little blusher here and there..Ah!! I forgot my lucky bracelet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hah! You still believe that this bracelet might change your luck!? LOL…your doomed to be single..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: LOL you know the other day Shamma and I were late to class…she had her lucky bracelet on …and as soon as she entered the teacher didn’t notice her being late and marked her present where I was marked absent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: I told you there was something with this bracelet..bs ma t9adgoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: LOL enough with the crazy talk…hurry up were going to be late…9dg enkum bnaat…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get closer to the gate of the palace..we could hear the music…we were all very excited…partying is the best and only thing we knew we could do…the driver lowers down the window…the security approaches with a list of visitor names…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Security&lt;/span&gt;: Hi Madem…what’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Sheikha Al Flani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Security&lt;/span&gt;: Your name is not on the list…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: What?!?!?! That’s not possible! &lt;br /&gt;I grab my mobile dial the party hostess number….trying to stay calm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Halla Hessa..how are you?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Wainkum Bnat..Im waiting for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Your security says that our names are not on the list?! How come? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hessa&lt;/span&gt;: Oooh sorry I registered your name under Shamma Al Flani..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Ohh….ok thank you we’ll be in shortly….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shamma&lt;/span&gt;: *Laughs* I told you that there is something with my lucky charm…let’s hope I’d meet prince charming inside…&lt;br /&gt;Me: ahhhh Shamma enough with your superstitious believes…girls remember as soon as we enter and see Hessa…act that you don’t know her!..let give her a little taste from her poison….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To Be Continued &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594582613842575501-5078319506937632838?l=dunesofdenial.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/feeds/5078319506937632838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594582613842575501&amp;postID=5078319506937632838' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5078319506937632838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594582613842575501/posts/default/5078319506937632838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunesofdenial.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-1-lucky-bracelet.html' title='Part 1-Lucky bracelet'/><author><name>M</name><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>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
