<?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-401824615290889116</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:16:18.095-07:00</updated><category term='funny'/><title type='text'>Beautifully Messed Up</title><subtitle type='html'>chaotic inside out</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-1072783556404241751</id><published>2010-08-04T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:44:21.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/TFn7NzIKG8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/XSO_rtmKWMI/s1600/tumblr_kqfee7cIeD1qz9d6lo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/TFn7NzIKG8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/XSO_rtmKWMI/s320/tumblr_kqfee7cIeD1qz9d6lo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501704634291067842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;We just grew apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA"  style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidifont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;I've always wondered how does that happen? How can you not notice that you and your other half or, in my case "friends", just started to develop different interests, life styles and mentalities?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;Recently I found out how it happens. It starts when you finish high school. The whole "gang", in which you were an essential member, just separated. Some went to different universities in different parts of the country and the less fortunate part just reached their education limit and got married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;You get into a university where you know no one. Just like everyone you get all kinds of assignments and you have to do them with a bunch of your classmates. If you're lucky, you'll get stuck with people you actually like and get along with and them you just become friends. The more time you spend together, the more you realize how much you have in common and how close you become until you're even more than sisters. At this point you think that you'd think that you'd stay friends no matter what happens and no matter how far life takes you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;Then you finally graduate and your relationship is even better. Then you get different jobs and you're still ok but you don't see each other that often but when you do, it feels like you were together yesterday. It's really that cool. You still have the same dreams and hopes, the same interests and taste of music , you even make fun of the same people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;Every now and then one of them gets married. If you're like me, you'd be totally anti-marriage but that doesn't mean that you're not happy for your friends you even planed and took care of all their bridal showers. You'd think that nothing will change what's between you. You understand that now that they are married they're definitely getting busier but that's totally fine and normal. They have kids and you couldn't be happier about it and you love their kids and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;Then it starts to happen. Whenever you get together, you come back with a sense of disappointment. Everything you used to have in common is just slipping away. You are starting to develop interests that seem so irrelevant to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;You feel like you've been in a coma, away from what's happening in the world while you're busy at school or at work and you try to catch up and educate yourself as much as you can so you can have an opinion about it. You start reading "The Da Vinci Code" and the questions start flowing. That's when you begin to look everywhere for all kinds of information watching a series of videos on YouTube but still you want to know more. The reading continues until you're now reading Aleister Crowley's "Moonchild".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;But you don't tell any of that to your friends because they'll just think you're crazy or wasting your time. And when you tell some of them about it, they just give that little nod and an "ummm" and then they start talking about "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;But what strikes you right between the eyes is that the whole group used to talk about sex all they want when they were singles and now that the majority is married they would just say a little dirty word and start giggling and say that they should behave cause there are singles in the room!! Ok you'd laugh at that as a joke cause you wouldn't believe that this is really what they're thinking until one day they wanted to discuss a sex matter or exchange some tips or something, which used to be ok, so they went to another room leaving the single ones behind cause it's inappropriate to talk about it in front of them!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;And you can't tell any of that to any of them cause they would completely forget about the fact that you really truly deeply against the idea of marriage and will accuse you of being jealous because you don't have a husband like they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;I guess that's when you say "we just grew apart". Because they've become the people you used to make fun of and you don't even like the same kind of music anymore. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-1072783556404241751?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/1072783556404241751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=1072783556404241751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/1072783556404241751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/1072783556404241751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2010/08/observation.html' title='Observation'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/TFn7NzIKG8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/XSO_rtmKWMI/s72-c/tumblr_kqfee7cIeD1qz9d6lo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-8854919020615542783</id><published>2010-02-25T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T06:09:26.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4YzY5iS3LI/AAAAAAAAALY/XVG1W5WWuns/s1600-h/double-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442093702578363570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4YzY5iS3LI/AAAAAAAAALY/XVG1W5WWuns/s320/double-face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing huh?!&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that’s how you’d feel around my “female” boss. I guess it’s her turn now to get the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t get any more accurate picture to represent her than the one you see above. The woman literally has two characters!&lt;br /&gt;Let me clear it out for you, she is British with a Saudi citizenship which leaves us with the British Heather and the Saudi A.J and I have to deal with them as one person and that’d be my boss!&lt;br /&gt;Heather is a fun loving person and a dork in a very “Michael Scott” way. (for those who don’t know who is he, he is the boss in “The Office” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4YzkIuWfuI/AAAAAAAAALg/STITtxT9mD8/s1600-h/scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442093895634026210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4YzkIuWfuI/AAAAAAAAALg/STITtxT9mD8/s320/scott.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll post an episode later as a clarification for this post) actually a little quick comparison won’t hurt..&lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott and Heather are the same… exactly how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they both seem to confuse working with YouTubing which leads them to spend their work hours doing a good job working very hard on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4Y0G-fydHI/AAAAAAAAALo/uyP-X2ZYhNY/s1600-h/prison_mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442094494184010866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4Y0G-fydHI/AAAAAAAAALo/uyP-X2ZYhNY/s320/prison_mike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both love any music produced by any black people thinking that they are the coolest creatures ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both say the dorkiest things ever like “see ya later alligator”, or just shoot a comment during a completely irrelevant conversation (like the legendary line of Michael “that’s what she said”) which by mere chance could turn out to be a hilarious joke or most of the times could end up making no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4Y0d4XKUMI/AAAAAAAAALw/RnfOfFJCJXg/s1600-h/MichaelScott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442094887674204354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4Y0d4XKUMI/AAAAAAAAALw/RnfOfFJCJXg/s320/MichaelScott.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out this video loooooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22385%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/q-wf2pP7T0Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wf2pP7T0Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22385%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;http://&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wf2pP7T0Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wf2pP7T0Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that they both are the only managers in the world who search jokes on the internet just to add a fun twist to a meeting, not to mention their way of holding a meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4Y0wAOuKUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N9NZ1AvXzUY/s1600-h/onxw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442095199023933762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4Y0wAOuKUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N9NZ1AvXzUY/s320/onxw5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what Michael said to Toby when he ruined a fun thing he was doing and I just could swear that Heather said the same thing in her mind to our wet blanket Nelly when she had such a dramatic meltdown during a "fun" meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saudi Heather aka “A.J” could perfectly fit in Taliban. The way she acts around Saudi men is unbelievable! She tries too hard to show respect that she almost bows while talking to them. It’s too humiliating to watch that it makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4Y1kdJ353I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jdUCzawWt8g/s1600-h/mr-burns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442096100141426546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4Y1kdJ353I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jdUCzawWt8g/s320/mr-burns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she would make a very good example of a real life Mr. Burns from “The Simpsons” specially the hand gesture while being thoughtful of a serious issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-8854919020615542783?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/8854919020615542783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=8854919020615542783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/8854919020615542783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/8854919020615542783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2010/02/mrs-freak.html' title='Mrs. Freak'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S4YzY5iS3LI/AAAAAAAAALY/XVG1W5WWuns/s72-c/double-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-5348685037315867677</id><published>2010-01-06T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:21:42.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Creep</title><content type='html'>I thinks its about time I start talking about this job of mine but please don’t even think about asking me what exactly it is that am doing cuz I’ve got no clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work environment is like the ultimate mixture of “The Office” and “Ugly Betty” &lt;br /&gt;And as you may know , its like any other work place in this country, there’s a male-side and a female-side, each with different staff and boss and everything..&lt;br /&gt;I’ll leave talking about all that for later posts .. today I’ll just focus on the wannabe boss. The regional manager of the male side is totally dying to boss the female employees, especially that they’re all singles. Some of them are stupid enough to treat him like a boss , they just keep forgetting that we have our own freak boss. for us he’s just another ugly employee.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he’s our Daniel meade (ugly Betty’s boss). As you can see, they’re almost the same .. they’re both huge womanizers, have their own effect on women, and with a shiny and obvious sense of fashion!!! In fact you may say that the only difference is that our Daniel takes good care of his eyes and he’s got some distinguished stalking skills, the man is a total creep, like if u skip work one day and go for a cuppa coffee, you’ll definitely run into him in starbucks or if you go shopping you’ll find him in the mall, I guess even if you go to your gramma you’ll find him paying her a visit.. I’ll tell the girls to try that and see what happens!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S0U29QjFzwI/AAAAAAAAALI/brFCEKSRFtY/s1600-h/meade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S0U29QjFzwI/AAAAAAAAALI/brFCEKSRFtY/s320/meade.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423801752279699202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S0U3HgbL7YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9hFBwhUb1LM/s1600-h/n536317476_3812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S0U3HgbL7YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9hFBwhUb1LM/s320/n536317476_3812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423801928340204930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get u a bigger picture of this beauty but this is all I could steal from his facebook account. And in case you’re wondering how am I not worried about posting his personal pic in here , I’ll tell you its for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt; *He’s totally not into blogging, so I don’t think he’ll ever see this.&lt;br /&gt; *Even if he ever came across my blog, he wouldn’t understand half of what am saying here and he’d probably think that there’s a hot mysteries girl with a huge crush on him that she’s posting his pic on her page!! Believe me … his self-esteem is that high!&lt;br /&gt; *Even if he understood that I trash talked him, he wouldn’t do anything about it cuz ppl here don’t know its an option to sue over something like this.. so am ok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he could really relate to this song (RADIOHEAD - CREEP) .. i love it.. thnx Dwight for the song ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxpblnsJEWM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-5348685037315867677?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/5348685037315867677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=5348685037315867677' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/5348685037315867677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/5348685037315867677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-creep.html' title='Mr. Creep'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/S0U29QjFzwI/AAAAAAAAALI/brFCEKSRFtY/s72-c/meade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-1712992447127183529</id><published>2009-12-26T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:27:45.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas-Goth !</title><content type='html'>Ok I’m not much of a weddings lover but I had to attend my uncle’s wedding and it is very important to point out that it was on Christmas eve…&lt;br /&gt;Ok we’re Muslims and Christmas isn’t our thing, we don’t celebrate it and all but I was surprised to see how the christmas spirit was really there in that wedding… how was it there? This is what this post is all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when I got there with my mom and sisters my mom insisted that we step by a table where some relative are setting just to say hi and all.. ok we’re heading towards the table but am spotting something weird there .. WTF is that thing on the chair?? I ask my sis, and for my surprise she answers “that’s my uncle’s  wife !! WHAT you don’t recognize her??” (other uncle's wife)&lt;br /&gt;Ok , seriously !! a Goth called asking for the missing ornament from the top of his Christmas tree!!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never seen anyone in my whole life combining Christmas with Goth styles so successfully! She was wearing a red velvet dress the shape of the tree&gt;&gt; sooo christmasy !!&lt;br /&gt;The dress has these black lace sleeves and a couple of black velvet stripes . accessorizing herself , she chose to wear a big black bead necklace. The makeup was just black eyeshadow with a touch of red the shape of a bird wing and black lipstick&gt;&gt;&gt; sooo Goth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SzZteti5boI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3Cs0zgi9tQo/s1600-h/090107185833DOol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SzZteti5boI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3Cs0zgi9tQo/s320/090107185833DOol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419639575976439426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a portrait of the dress and necklace just to make it clear .. and please don’t think that am a lousy drawer , it really looks this hideous! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SzZtyq78-xI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_uFtugL-4rI/s1600-h/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SzZtyq78-xI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_uFtugL-4rI/s320/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419639918873606930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really she should consider a job as a Halloween stylist .. I mean she’s got it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was that guest , she was wearing these exact same shoes in gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SzZuB2e9z1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/zDevILBtYCw/s1600-h/elf-05BPU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SzZuB2e9z1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/zDevILBtYCw/s320/elf-05BPU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419640179671289682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok , you think you’ve seen these shoes before?? Yeah you’re right , they’re Elf shoes.. if you don’t believe me you can see for yourself. Here’s a pic of a Christmas card with a drawing of elf shoes. You can’t miss the resemblance , can you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl was doing these shocking crazy dance moves, i guess its the elf shoes magic lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SzZuRsirJkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rXJ9PTBB130/s1600-h/elf-shoes-2-diane-zechman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SzZuRsirJkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rXJ9PTBB130/s320/elf-shoes-2-diane-zechman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419640451880396354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-1712992447127183529?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/1712992447127183529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=1712992447127183529' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/1712992447127183529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/1712992447127183529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-goth.html' title='Christmas-Goth !'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SzZteti5boI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3Cs0zgi9tQo/s72-c/090107185833DOol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-941273314848681763</id><published>2009-12-15T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:03:06.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too GORGEOUS for u ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfHHMFwuOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m3AzMTVMmkM/s1600-h/GMA-CANCELS-ADAM-LAMBER-GOOD-MORNIG-AMERICA-CANCELLED-ADAM-LAMBERT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfHHMFwuOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m3AzMTVMmkM/s320/GMA-CANCELS-ADAM-LAMBER-GOOD-MORNIG-AMERICA-CANCELLED-ADAM-LAMBERT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415516003254712546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sure that you’ve noticed the fuss that’s happening all over the web about Adam Lambert’s “spicy” performance in the AMA!&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to be on a show aired on ABC after the AMA but guess what? They banned him from being on their network because of his “unexpected” performance!! Really?!! Unexpected? Is that the best you could come up with, losers?!&lt;br /&gt;I mean why is it totally fine when what’s her face is almost performing porn on stage? Am quite sure that it was a stupid man behind this attitude , cuz as long as the unexpected stuff involve girls doing god knows what , it’s just entertainment. But when it’s a completely gorgeous guy doing a homosexual  lil thing, it’s not ok at all !&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that anyone who’s this gorgeous could go through anything without being stopped at any point… I mean people should thank him for looking this hot and breath- taking!! Am not all for guys in eyeliner, but have you ever seen anyone and I mean ANYONE look this hot in eyeliner?!  If yes , please tell me who cuz am getting obsessed  about Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfG2ZL6P7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/G6sHhA5wyaU/s1600-h/Adam-Lambert-photo-by-Robert-Sebree-adam-lambert-7750688-600-900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfG2ZL6P7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/G6sHhA5wyaU/s320/Adam-Lambert-photo-by-Robert-Sebree-adam-lambert-7750688-600-900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415515714712387506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfGu_8zM5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0LtdACL11o/s1600-h/Adam_lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfGu_8zM5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0LtdACL11o/s320/Adam_lambert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415515587679040402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfGkUgwZDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x83cYrIMZuc/s1600-h/Adam-Lambert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfGkUgwZDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x83cYrIMZuc/s320/Adam-Lambert1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415515404219999282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfFxKD_AAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/I3wx_eDWy48/s1600-h/103397-adam-lambert-robert-sebree-617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfFxKD_AAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/I3wx_eDWy48/s320/103397-adam-lambert-robert-sebree-617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415514525241638914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't got Adam's album yet, then WTF are you waiting for?!&lt;br /&gt;here are my recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;For Your Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Strut&lt;br /&gt;Fever&lt;br /&gt;If I Had You&lt;br /&gt;Broken Open&lt;br /&gt;Time For Miracles&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. what the hell am i talking about?! the whole thing is a blast dont miss a single track.. you cant't miss the resemblence of Michael Jackson's style in the first song " Music Again " .. and it'll blow your mind thinking that the same vocal cords that function in beautiful harmony with the music in " Broken Open " are the same ones that hit the notes in " sure fire winners " and are the same that give sensational lazy pronunciation in the first couple of lines in " Strut" ..&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't wanna miss it for the world. Here's the album cover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/Sypju_zI8QI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NfNtPobsJI0/s1600-h/adam-lambert-album-cover-520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/Sypju_zI8QI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NfNtPobsJI0/s320/adam-lambert-album-cover-520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416251160917504258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-941273314848681763?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/941273314848681763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=941273314848681763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/941273314848681763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/941273314848681763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-gorgeous-for-u.html' title='too GORGEOUS for u ?!'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SyfHHMFwuOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m3AzMTVMmkM/s72-c/GMA-CANCELS-ADAM-LAMBER-GOOD-MORNIG-AMERICA-CANCELLED-ADAM-LAMBERT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-2837424434997114718</id><published>2009-12-13T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:59:53.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am baaaaack!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really missed every one of you.. I haven't bloged for quite a while and that's because of this dead boring job i got..it's been keeping me busy 24/7 and it doesnt even have a title , but not any more! i work part-time now and am happy. enough abut my job now.. i have plenty of time to tell you about it later .. am just here to tell you that am back and to check my friends' blogs cause i really miss doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv ya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-2837424434997114718?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/2837424434997114718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=2837424434997114718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/2837424434997114718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/2837424434997114718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-baaaaack.html' title='am baaaaack!!'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-7913043331404264821</id><published>2009-01-30T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:03:54.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty Tag..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOdTT_wOKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tT_AraRS9Qw/s1600-h/honest_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297250541828585634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOdTT_wOKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tT_AraRS9Qw/s320/honest_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged by dear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nani_37&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I have to say 10 honest things about myself and tag others and thank God nani didn’t say how much ppl I gotta tag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOdHmrOHdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kA0C9IGYr0A/s1600-h/1680x1050_dancing_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297250340684307922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOdHmrOHdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kA0C9IGYr0A/s320/1680x1050_dancing_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when I have the house all for myself the first thing I do is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;DANCE&lt;/span&gt; . I dunno why I do this but the first thing I do is going straight to the stereo and pump up the volume and start dancing like crazy and singing my head off. I pretty much have my own party..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I usually tend to be sarcastic sometimes maybe too sarcastic that it annoy others. Sometimes I really don’t mean to annoy them and some other times I actually do :p&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOcZc53wKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1cIlI-9vyJM/s1600-h/icecream%2520cone%2520scoops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297249547787419810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOcZc53wKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1cIlI-9vyJM/s320/icecream%2520cone%2520scoops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;  I crave &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; most of the time.. You can’t understand ppl , I mean I love ice cream like I love my mom.. I love it so much that sometimes I wish I have a swimming pool full of ice cream .. Crazy , I know .. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOaBGH09dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EN5SpgSmEeo/s1600-h/key_art_the_simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297246930331825618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOaBGH09dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EN5SpgSmEeo/s320/key_art_the_simpsons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  my ultimate  favorite thing to watch especially when I’m in a bad mood is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;“The Simpsons”&lt;/span&gt; .. I just loooove these hilarious yellow fellows .. They’re funny and mean , what more can I ask for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I have the weirdest mood swings ever , one minute I’m having a blast and the second I snap at anyone talking to me in a pretty &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sharp temper&lt;/span&gt; … I honestly don’t know why I do that and a lot of times I regret it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOZjOirZYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CtB3i-QmZlc/s1600-h/bruce_willis_bald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297246417195853186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOZjOirZYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CtB3i-QmZlc/s320/bruce_willis_bald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  when &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bruce Willis&lt;/span&gt; is on TV I just can’t take my eyes off the screen , I can’t even blink!!.. I know he’s old and all , but his smile OH MY GOD!! And the attitude OH MY GOD!! Everything about him OH MY GOD!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I love music a lot but.. I truly HATE watching music videos especially the ones that contain a lot of slow motion stuff.. Sooo lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOZa9p3rrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zaKsR6rYmUQ/s1600-h/magazines4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297246275223662258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOZa9p3rrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zaKsR6rYmUQ/s320/magazines4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I have a passion for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! I can’t go to a supermarket without stopping by the magazine stand, and the moment I lay my eyes on a magazine stand I just can’t leave without buying at least one or two, I just can’t resist ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I secretly and constantly wish that one way or another I slip into a comma and wake up at least after three years, maybe some things will be different then..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I have a huge collection of books because reading is one of my favorite things to do in life . But the weird thing about me is I really love books with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;beautiful covers&lt;/span&gt; and sometimes I unconsciously buy books just because they have pretty covers and I find out later that they are not good or not my type of reading!! I also love to buy perfumes with pretty bottles !!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that I’m done with my list, its time to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On-the-rocks&lt;br /&gt;The extravagate&lt;br /&gt;Living my life&lt;br /&gt;Sth in the air&lt;br /&gt;And Errant though I know you’ve already done it but do it again with 10 new things :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys gotta write 10 honest things about yourself and tag at least four other ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-7913043331404264821?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/7913043331404264821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=7913043331404264821' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/7913043331404264821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/7913043331404264821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2009/01/honesty-tag.html' title='Honesty Tag..'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SYOdTT_wOKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tT_AraRS9Qw/s72-c/honest_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-2104041637738376024</id><published>2009-01-18T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:53:59.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Statistics showed that my reality tv show was such a success, therefore the decision has been made to publish a second episode.. And here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all starts when my father somehow finds out that my sister skipped 2 classes this week so he lets her know in a very clear and loud tone that she’s grounded , no friends, no gym, no malls till the end of her finals. She storms into the room to find me and my little sister watching tv. She closes the door the way you close the door when you want to share a secret, and says “ok, that’s it. I can’t take it any more.. I wanna be free , do whatever I want, go wherever I want, and study whatever the hell I want .. And its not happening in this house.. Girls don’t you see! They are totally controlling us! We have to live somewhere else! Like for example &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ITALY!!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;me and my little sister are laughing like crazy&lt;/span&gt; , I mean seriously.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ITALY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes off her shoes and starts making a plan to escape to Italy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292858625983479986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXQC4KgbgLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mfjJCqNYUDw/s320/SB11_5300190~Venice-Italy-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts talking to me saying “ ok , you know how to transfer money from dad’s bank account to your account cuz you know all the numbers and stuff right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I say “right”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She says “ so you should wait until we go to Jeddah in the weekend and you transfer as much money as you can , half to your account and half to mine” then she looks at my little sister and says “ don’t worry , we’ll give you some”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now she’s talking to both of us continuing her plan “then we have to go to the mall cuz it’s the only place that  allows us to be as late as we want and our family wont even expect us to go home early so they wont be checking on us or anything.. You see , we don’t really have to go to the mall , we’ll just tell them that that’s where we’re going. But in fact we’re going to the airport”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Me and my little sister are still laughing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She goes to details now “ look girls, if you want some other place suite yourself but I’m going to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway , we’ll need to change our names.. Ummm.. Mine will be&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guadalupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and if any one of you tow goes to another country and I want to call her , I should first make sure that the family didn’t find her and then find me when I call her. So I’ll text her first just saying &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Guada”&lt;/span&gt; and if I get a text back saying &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;“lupe”&lt;/span&gt; I’ll know its you girls”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I really don’t know why does that has to be her new name.. I think it’s because of too much exposure to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; tv series in her childhood. So I think when the next Arab generations  have such plans they’ll use &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Turk&lt;/span&gt; names .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXQChO1V0YI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sKljm8p23n0/s1600-h/Belly%2520Dancer%2520Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292858232007938434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXQChO1V0YI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sKljm8p23n0/s320/Belly%2520Dancer%2520Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to her details “ and I’ll buy a belly dance suite and pack it in my hand bag , so when we’re close to Italy , I’ll wear it and when we land in Italy , I’ll dance my way down the plane stairs celebrating my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Me and my little sister are still laughing&lt;/span&gt; and she leaves the room with every intention to put her plan to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another day you’ll see me suddenly kick the blanket and stand up on the bed holding the alarm clock in my hand exactly like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXQCQyAt1oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/o1M6R_YnNUs/s1600-h/wake%2520up%2520call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292857949393114754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXQCQyAt1oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/o1M6R_YnNUs/s320/wake%2520up%2520call.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after freezing like that for minutes , I storm out of the room screaming out loud “ OH MY GOD !!.. OH MY GOD!! .. OH MY GOD!!.. It’s &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; and my final exam is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;and I didn’t study anything , not even one word! ..OH MY GOD .. IT’S &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; .. How could I sleep all that time?? How? How? HOOOOOW?!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;My sister looks at me till I finish all the drama then says “you crazy person ! Look at the window, it’s 6:00 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXQB_uL7eRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2EA6qO3ms4Q/s1600-h/com_Shut-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292857656308627730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXQB_uL7eRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2EA6qO3ms4Q/s320/com_Shut-up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera is back to my room , but now it’s&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 3:00 am&lt;/span&gt; and I’m closing my book and going to bed all ready for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;final &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;After a while.. It’s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3:40&lt;/span&gt; and I’m still up and all I can hear is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;TIC .. TOK.. TIC.. TOK&lt;/span&gt; the fuckin clock on the wall.. I try to keep it off my mind and it’s starting to work .. Finally I’ll get some sleep.. But now it’s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4:10&lt;/span&gt; and I can hear a dog barking in the street so I start thinking about how dogs live out there in streets .. Poor things.. The dog keeps barking and now I’m thinking “ok.. It’s not a big deal, it’ll stop now” but it keeps going on and on and on and my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt; is building up.. Now I’m pressing the pillow tight on my head but still I can hear it barking.. now it’s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5:00&lt;/span&gt; am and I get off my bed in one move and open the window and stick almost all the upper half of my body out and shout my head off  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;“SHUT UUUUUUUP YOU FUCKIN DOOOG!!!!”&lt;/span&gt; and it actually shuts up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-2104041637738376024?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/2104041637738376024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=2104041637738376024' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/2104041637738376024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/2104041637738376024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2009/01/reality-tv-2.html' title='Reality TV (2)'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXQC4KgbgLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mfjJCqNYUDw/s72-c/SB11_5300190~Venice-Italy-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-362547462920011445</id><published>2009-01-17T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:08:36.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well.. I’ve been away for a while for 2 main reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1– I don’t know what happened to my stupid computer but thnx god I got it fixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2– while I was waiting for my computer to be ready to be used like hell, my sister brought this Japanese anime series DVDs that she got from her friend. And let me tell you something, I NEVER was a fan of those Japanese anime stuff. But this one !! OMG I was totally hooked , it’s called “Vampire Knight” and I spent all this time watching it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292431999437917762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXJ-3OxoTkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Fs44nrV094/s320/Vampire_Knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of which, why the hell don’t real guys look ,walk, talk, and close their eyes in the same charming and breath taking way the anime guys do??!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok .. Now that I’ve said it.. It occurs to me that maybe its kinda pervert to say all that about a cartoon character but I know that every girl who has watched it has thought the same way I did, and every guy who has watched it thought why don't real girls have the same super hot bodies combined with the same most innocent looks in their eyes?. But guys will lose the part that maybe it’s a pervert way to think of a cartoon character hehe..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXJ-nijgrrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dz2jsyXHprY/s1600-h/Vampire-Knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292431729869500082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXJ-nijgrrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dz2jsyXHprY/s320/Vampire-Knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-362547462920011445?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/362547462920011445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=362547462920011445' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/362547462920011445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/362547462920011445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SXJ-3OxoTkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Fs44nrV094/s72-c/Vampire_Knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-5951971137067751311</id><published>2008-12-30T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:14:16.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBR8xE3P6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ICnbdudU-_g/s1600-h/TVR.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287316066940698530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBR8xE3P6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ICnbdudU-_g/s320/TVR.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently , having a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reality TV show&lt;/span&gt; is a must in the lives of the people considered to be the coolest .. I mean since &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pairs Hilton and Nicole Richie&lt;/span&gt; had their own reality TV show &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“ The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Simple Life”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey&lt;/span&gt; had their &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;“Newlyweds”&lt;/span&gt; show, and they’re talking about her sis getting her own show on MTV , &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Britney Spears and Kevin&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Chaotic”&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tory Spelling and Dean McDermott&lt;/span&gt; fell &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Inn Love”,&lt;/span&gt; and a bunch of people have been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;“Living Lohan”&lt;/span&gt; for a while. The question is:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; WHY NOT ME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah !! .. I want my own reality tv show and I’m using my blog to promote ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBRSbXGbpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y0BfkMnP3Ok/s1600-h/1120017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287315339557105298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBRSbXGbpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Y0BfkMnP3Ok/s320/1120017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my show , you’ll get to see me sitting on the floor ,because my mom suddenly decided to change the furniture, talking on the phone . And my 21-year old brother is running back and forth in the living room jumping over my head as if I was some kind of a barrier or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera will move to my mom’s bedroom . And you’ll be extremely entertained seeing what’s going on there… don’t get me wrong ..hehe.. You’ll see my mom making a serious conversation with the tv and when you look at the tv screen , you’ll see some Lebanese politician !! If only she remembers that we’re Saudis living in Saudi Arabia, I think she would get a lil less emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBQ7ZLH3UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CWYtaakueM4/s1600-h/purple_pout.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287314943833005378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBQ7ZLH3UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CWYtaakueM4/s320/purple_pout.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re watching my 19-year old sister’s sleeping rituals. She’s on her bed ready to sleep, her head almost touched the pillow but she suddenly pops up and goes directly to the dresser , opens a drawer , picks up this really weird &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; lipstick and enjoys applying it on her lips perfectly .. Then goes back to bed and sleeps peacefully .. The thing is, her style in fashion and make up is not even close to this kind of lipstick , this purple color is just used before going to bed some nights .. I’ve been trying for so long to figure out the reason behind doing this but I didn’t get lucky yet.. I hope I will some day cuz it’s driving me crazy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBQrvGnZUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t-waTAiQIYI/s1600-h/pp-141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287314674841773378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBQrvGnZUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t-waTAiQIYI/s320/pp-141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the new living room furniture has arrived.. You’ll see me sitting on the sofa next to my dad watching the season finale of America’s Got Talent . They just told one of the contestants that he’s not the winner and they gave him a huge flower bouquet. Everything is pretty normal up till now. But then my father would actually ask about the guy who brought the bouquet to the stage !!! I mean that guy who doesn’t get noticed except by my dad! Dad would say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;“who is this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;guy?”&lt;/span&gt; .. I mean what kind if a question is this?! .. Here comes my accurate answer.. Be ready to know how real smooth talkers answer questions.. I say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“dad!! I cant believe your question !! For&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;god’s sake , he is the flower bringer”&lt;/span&gt; .. Yes.. I actually have this weird habit of inventing names for jobs like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the flower bringer&lt;/span&gt;. And the guy by the cashier in the supermarket would be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;“the money taker”.&lt;/span&gt; The waiter in a coffee shop would be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;“the coffee pourer”.&lt;/span&gt; The person at a registration counter would be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“the information writer”.&lt;/span&gt; And to be fare enough I would be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;“the job namer”&lt;/span&gt; !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera will go back to my mom’s bedroom.. She’s still watching the news but this time it’s about the Somali pirates and my 16-year old sister is with her . My sister’s eyes are popping out as she looks at the tv screen.. And then she asks with extreme amazedness “ are there still pirates living in the world? And why is he wearing jeans ?&lt;br /&gt;Let me clear this out for you.. In my sister brain , this is the only image that matches the word &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;PIRATE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBPOusRyCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/E6HQVqqEqJg/s1600-h/6535jack_sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287313077003470882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBPOusRyCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/E6HQVqqEqJg/s320/6535jack_sparrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously this one is nothing like it..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBPFMhe9JI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zp7QEJ74N90/s1600-h/060706-modern-pirates_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287312913212568722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBPFMhe9JI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Zp7QEJ74N90/s320/060706-modern-pirates_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this glimps of what to be seen on MY reality tv show, I only hope that my viewrs will be satisfied... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-5951971137067751311?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/5951971137067751311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=5951971137067751311' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/5951971137067751311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/5951971137067751311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2008/12/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV..'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SWBR8xE3P6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ICnbdudU-_g/s72-c/TVR.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-5120401798926312618</id><published>2008-12-28T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:54:01.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year... New Attitude..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Another page of my book was turned over, and I'm wondering if the next page will be any different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285128851563248018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SViMsE2YeZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yEFbkMDKDQA/s320/attitude_comment_graphic_05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've changed in a way , I know I'm adapting this Attitude that makes finally stop looking at my reflection in the mirror and wish that I'm a different person. I'm learning to stand up for myself. And just stand in the face of any one who is trying to make me think less of myself or even trying to take credit of what is becoming of me.. I'm ME because I'VE worked for it and earned it. From now on you wont find ears to hear your crap around here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SViMjgJbB1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/iQdxrNMN9Cs/s1600-h/Attitude-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285128704272041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SViMjgJbB1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/iQdxrNMN9Cs/s320/Attitude-01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that standing up for myself and for my rights doesn't make me a bad person at all. And tolerating other people's mistakes and forgiving them when I have the right not to, is just generosity and not a social obligation.. First, people will find it just abnormal of me doing this since I'm the kinda person who doesn't make a big deal out of anything, actually I'm the kind of a person who makes fun of everything .So to be taken seriously, hearing people around me saying "God !! she's turning evil!!" is just a small price.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SViMLDUBU0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_cDp781EC-Y/s1600-h/C7099864-0FE9-8A7D-B62DEC566DAA74EB_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285128284215006018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SViMLDUBU0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_cDp781EC-Y/s320/C7099864-0FE9-8A7D-B62DEC566DAA74EB_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm changing my attitude, why not change my room to a more sunny one, change the way I dress up and get a different style not that I don't like my current one, change the job I'm looking for and expand my visions for my career, and why not change some friends along the way ..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-5120401798926312618?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/5120401798926312618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=5120401798926312618' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/5120401798926312618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/5120401798926312618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-new-attitude.html' title='New Year... New Attitude..'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SViMsE2YeZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yEFbkMDKDQA/s72-c/attitude_comment_graphic_05.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-2070545204471974587</id><published>2008-12-19T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:11:47.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Empty Bottles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMljS6p6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/V-8zscixJ7I/s1600-h/FLOWERbomb-tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281751039756380066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMljS6p6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/V-8zscixJ7I/s320/FLOWERbomb-tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMez2YY1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lxCBBtF7l5M/s1600-h/guccio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281750923941012306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMez2YY1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lxCBBtF7l5M/s320/guccio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMYrN5bgI/AAAAAAAAADw/bZvsbYzmBQ4/s1600-h/naciso+rodriguez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281750818544512514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMYrN5bgI/AAAAAAAAADw/bZvsbYzmBQ4/s320/naciso+rodriguez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMPybETRI/AAAAAAAAADo/-k-gVArFP50/s1600-h/escada_signature_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281750665859976466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMPybETRI/AAAAAAAAADo/-k-gVArFP50/s320/escada_signature_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMIyyTJ1I/AAAAAAAAADg/vz4Dmd6S62E/s1600-h/BURBERRY_BRIT_W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281750545698334546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMIyyTJ1I/AAAAAAAAADg/vz4Dmd6S62E/s320/BURBERRY_BRIT_W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMCcf5GpI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZELXwexSWs4/s1600-h/Escada%2520S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281750436636334738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMCcf5GpI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZELXwexSWs4/s320/Escada%2520S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyL6GCJTaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qlxf9U_tO0Q/s1600-h/Burberry%2520Touch%2520Perfume%2520by%2520Burberrys%2520for%2520Women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281750293167033762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyL6GCJTaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qlxf9U_tO0Q/s320/Burberry%2520Touch%2520Perfume%2520by%2520Burberrys%2520for%2520Women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLzb1oEOI/AAAAAAAAADI/y606tQO0nFU/s1600-h/30301349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281750178761019618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLzb1oEOI/AAAAAAAAADI/y606tQO0nFU/s320/30301349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLqxwYYOI/AAAAAAAAADA/L2I01ThLhdE/s1600-h/6a00d8341bfcfe53ef00e54f31830c8834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281750030025777378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLqxwYYOI/AAAAAAAAADA/L2I01ThLhdE/s320/6a00d8341bfcfe53ef00e54f31830c8834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLhxCn43I/AAAAAAAAAC4/xGWPIR0NDSA/s1600-h/4StellaPeony_447x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281749875215033202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLhxCn43I/AAAAAAAAAC4/xGWPIR0NDSA/s320/4StellaPeony_447x450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-2070545204471974587?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/2070545204471974587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=2070545204471974587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/2070545204471974587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/2070545204471974587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-empty-bottles.html' title='My Empty Bottles...'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyMljS6p6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/V-8zscixJ7I/s72-c/FLOWERbomb-tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-4296042756100943758</id><published>2008-12-19T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:05:47.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently On My Dresser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLMbapA5I/AAAAAAAAACw/sWVlZyjfjio/s1600-h/LaPerla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281749508632937362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLMbapA5I/AAAAAAAAACw/sWVlZyjfjio/s320/LaPerla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLBCRF30I/AAAAAAAAACo/VAHwjAIegPc/s1600-h/kate-moss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281749312903438146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLBCRF30I/AAAAAAAAACo/VAHwjAIegPc/s320/kate-moss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyK3nbf4jI/AAAAAAAAACg/AXO_RxqH6Sg/s1600-h/calvin_klein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281749151080505906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyK3nbf4jI/AAAAAAAAACg/AXO_RxqH6Sg/s320/calvin_klein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyKva8MnUI/AAAAAAAAACY/CCCB19Np1tQ/s1600-h/black_xs_for_her.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281749010289040706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyKva8MnUI/AAAAAAAAACY/CCCB19Np1tQ/s320/black_xs_for_her.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-4296042756100943758?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/4296042756100943758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=4296042756100943758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/4296042756100943758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/4296042756100943758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently-on-my-dresser.html' title='Currently On My Dresser...'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyLMbapA5I/AAAAAAAAACw/sWVlZyjfjio/s72-c/LaPerla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-735337096614136666</id><published>2008-12-19T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:00:22.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My to try List..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyJ53UTZdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WiOaZaj5A6s/s1600-h/nd_4077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281748090193405394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyJ53UTZdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WiOaZaj5A6s/s320/nd_4077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyJr8qLQLI/AAAAAAAAACI/1LUuHY3K-IU/s1600-h/eva%2520mendes%2520ck%2520ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281747851109154994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyJr8qLQLI/AAAAAAAAACI/1LUuHY3K-IU/s320/eva%2520mendes%2520ck%2520ads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-735337096614136666?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/735337096614136666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=735337096614136666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/735337096614136666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/735337096614136666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-my-to-try-list.html' title='On My to try List..'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyJ53UTZdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WiOaZaj5A6s/s72-c/nd_4077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-8975057242795007309</id><published>2008-12-19T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:12:37.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyGzyhy0QI/AAAAAAAAACA/YL4nSn-zIDg/s1600-h/untitledoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281744687293714690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyGzyhy0QI/AAAAAAAAACA/YL4nSn-zIDg/s320/untitledoo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every one must've heard of " workholics " or " shopholics " etc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the question is , have you ever heard of a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PERFUHOLIC&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be ME. I found my real passion and simply it's &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PERFUMES&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each one takes me to a different place, a different space. Each one takes me to a different &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/401824615290889116-8975057242795007309?l=beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/feeds/8975057242795007309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=401824615290889116&amp;postID=8975057242795007309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/8975057242795007309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/401824615290889116/posts/default/8975057242795007309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatifullymessdup.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-passion.html' title='A Real Passion'/><author><name>Ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00777561777406438345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SU6IHjRI9xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-5VhCoksjU/S220/281029504_9c38a89e0c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUyGzyhy0QI/AAAAAAAAACA/YL4nSn-zIDg/s72-c/untitledoo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401824615290889116.post-5103468987954632577</id><published>2008-12-17T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:06:58.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babygirl .. " I hope! "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUnTJXNPBiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BRYxLxNKFN0/s1600-h/814758087_d77c23ae5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280984195870426658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThhhfDi8894/SUnTJXNPBiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BRYxLxNKFN0/s320/814758087_d77c23ae5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, my eyes were popping out looking through a shop window at the cutest little pink dress ever. I mean its so small that i actually wondered if it was made for real babys or it's just a sample of a real dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, my sister had to pull me away from that shop. That moment, I truly and deeply wished that I had a babygirl just to dress her up and after looking super cute in the clothes I got her I'll kiss her and play with her and keep myself from eating her up. I mean who can resist such sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly the next afternoon I got this phone call from my best and dearest friend ever telling me that she just fount out that she's 2 months pregnant !!! I mean why didn't I just wish for a million dollars lol. But a babygirl will be just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be her crazy aunt who teaches her all the wrong stuff that her father will wonder where his daughter is picking that from and her mom will pretend not to know and have some serious talks with me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grows up , I'll be the one she will talk with about how cute she found that guy's smile when he was checking her out !! seriously.. did you think she's gonna say that to her mom ?! she will tell herself that she must talk to an adult about that just to be safe and in the same time this adult should be crazy , and who else would that be? I'm the one for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I keep talking about the baby as if I'm sure it's a girl. If he turns out to be a boy , I'll love him too and I'll go shopping for him as well . 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