tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145853272024-03-08T02:14:35.703+03:00haboolghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1132355678953213212014-04-30T11:09:00.002+03:002014-04-30T12:34:11.216+03:00i wish...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
one of the things i'm really bad at is being able to say the exact thing I want to say at the exact moment I want to say it.<br />
it's really a major issue to me, and it's causing me problems...</div>
ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-15137471896792328572011-04-24T23:08:00.008+03:002014-04-30T13:31:28.488+03:00what to expect when you are expecting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My sister (best friend) is pregnant, she's in week 16 now which means she still have five months to go. Being excited about the idea and since i'm observing what's going on with her closely i decided to write about the funny part of pregnancy.<br />
I’m not interested in talking about all the stuff that's happening inside the womb and how the baby is growing, well anyone can Google that and find plenty of articles telling you all about it, but I’m more into "what to expect from the people surrounding you".<br />
when you first tell them the news with a big smile on your face mixed with plenty of anxiety that can be easily seen, they'll tell you congratulations "mabrook" but lets just wait to make sure even though the blood test proves it's 100% positive. (they'll start talking about the gender + the name).<br />
All the ex-pregnants will start giving you the names of their doctors, the hospitals, the stretch marks cream you'll be using and what to expect through the 9 months journey all in less than one hour, not to forget their collection of stories about the ladies who died during delivery or their own miscarriage experience<br />
After getting the confirmation from your doctor that you are really pregnant and gives you the very first picture of the baby (which is by the way a vague one) every one will start asking is it a boy or a girl? do you have names? but deep inside you can see that 80% of them are wishing and hoping it's going to be a baby boy !!!!!!!!.<br />
Now, your face and attitude are very crucial at this moment since the 4-D ultrasound machine can't determine the gender yet. ya3ni if you're sleeping too much it's a sign that the baby is a girl, if by any chance you didn't look at your best then you're getting ugly and that means it's a baby boy, if you enjoy the smell of lemon then the baby is going to be a beautiful one, bla bla bla.....<br />
If you didn't make up your mind on a name don't worry you'll be receiving lots of help, some will send you a list, some will start beautifying their names for you, some will give you the weirdest names you can imagine but all will dislike any name you mention.<br />
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ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-53421578819261273612008-09-14T12:08:00.002+03:002014-04-30T10:11:34.737+03:0013 going on 30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Why GOD? Why? " those were joey's words when he turned 30. Remember this episode of friends when they all turned 30 and how rachel felt about not achieving her dreams? Ross buying a sport car and phoebee jumping on some sort of a balloon.<br />
Well, I've turned 30 today,Wow !!!!!!!!! I still can't connect the number(30) with me.. I'm not in my 20s anymore !!! Actually i don't care if i'm 70, but feeling that I could have done better decisions and choices in those years,that my life could have been a lot different.<br />
It's not the end of the world, i really cherish the memories and people i collected all through the years and i'm so thankful for the life I've lived.<br />
The blesses i had are countless,my parents are on the top of my list, fifo you're the best sister a person can have, you made my life so interesting and so easy, thank you for helping me with all the tiny details,thank you for being so patient with all the craziness and none sense i do.</div>
ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-37729328307146937282008-08-07T15:15:00.003+03:002008-08-07T15:44:40.353+03:00KeysThe other morning i was leaving to work (late as usual) when i dropped my keys at the door, i lifted them up to realize that i have keys that i don't know what they are for.<br /> What if those keys have the access to certain doors? (like the secret room where my mother keeps the chocolate in :P) what if life goes this way as well? what if we have keys to a better life to a promising future but we don't know how to use? or we don't even know that we have them already?ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-68043001063072557372007-12-26T23:09:00.000+02:002007-12-26T23:52:08.065+02:00a year not wastedAs tom hanks playing the role of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Joe</span> fox in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">u've</span> got mail said "the god father has the answer to everything", i would say that "ally <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mcbeal</span>" does have the answer to everything at least for me.<br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Even though</span> the answers and even the issues they raise doesn't make sense, but in a way they tend to make things come <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">together</span> at the end and come up with an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">extremely</span> thoughtful idea that never passed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ur</span> mind.<br /> From all the things that have been said on the show <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i'll</span> quote this, since it's the end of the year:<br />"if u think back and replay <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ur</span> year, if it doesn't bring back tears either of joy and sadness, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">consider</span> the year wasted"<br />Looking back at 2007, i guess it wasn't a year wasted at all as so many tears will fall, tears of sadness,a little bit of happiness,regret,....<br />Never in my life have i experienced life the way i did this year,i never had to deal with serious issues like i did , so many decisions i had to take that had a major influence on my life, some i regret,some were perfect and some ,well i still don't know their impact yet..<br /> I wish and hope that 2008 will take away all the bad mood i had to go through in 2007, and no matter how tough and real we turn to be, we should always keep a space for our dreams and innocence to blossom.ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-24894354556766402952007-11-28T08:45:00.000+02:002014-04-30T10:12:32.152+03:00a question to the void<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
why do people change? why do they transform from making you feel you're on top of the world to nothing?</div>
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Wishing you a blessed Ramadan.<br />
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ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-56272582171899637442007-09-10T10:31:00.000+03:002014-04-30T10:09:33.841+03:00Happy birthday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Instead of sending u an e-card or an e-mail,i thought of dedicating this post to u. Happy birthday bara'a, my "walking" partner :) Hope you are enjoying your 20th birthday :P<br />
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ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-8541358837488983802007-08-13T23:39:00.000+03:002007-08-13T23:49:26.476+03:00timingThey say everything happens for a reason, the mosquito that kept buzzing over my head in the morning was the reason why i woke up today..ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-53599628663342665182007-06-03T10:14:00.000+03:002007-06-04T12:15:46.512+03:00Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4ISwHK2cw6KmnBVGJFUTvQnwbAaJFsnZrdafZah1I4e6aUygRxbZGvcvoZsa6IRHfUdAK8xTaOn_nceCKnvGeio53pmqY77ZbOZDfbBeNlX2rn2XCnSu4WuKPSmAsv4r310E/s1600-h/Image(014).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071733379429057970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4ISwHK2cw6KmnBVGJFUTvQnwbAaJFsnZrdafZah1I4e6aUygRxbZGvcvoZsa6IRHfUdAK8xTaOn_nceCKnvGeio53pmqY77ZbOZDfbBeNlX2rn2XCnSu4WuKPSmAsv4r310E/s320/Image(014).jpg" border="0" /></a> 30 Mintues on a treadmill can look like a life time<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071746689532708290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZszzQqTDXELn3MnkrAYppmdSvvfd7hsaluLkbUY9fWgoQD4DDzpxCH576sQsNjRYRC_hm5Cj94FPM_aSLXwQ2FBR6ioo-Wg0TiuYhP-029iEzNLjsEy75PnxKId549UyD9v1E/s320/habool.bmp" border="0" /></div><br /><br />and so does 7 months of not bloggingghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1160303177946444972006-10-08T10:10:00.000+03:002014-04-30T10:15:28.990+03:00Death by sweets<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was trying to tease my friend with this Arabic sweets we got the other day,but i ended up craving them right now :(<br />
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Don't tease anyone with food while fasting and there's no need to dig for pictures that contain food on your computer..</div>
ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1159566193508585062006-09-30T00:30:00.000+03:002014-04-30T10:16:24.946+03:00Ramadan is here..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I just love this month and despite the long hours we have to fast ,still i'm enjoying the fact that ramadan has came at this time of the year, i'm enjoying having ftoor outdoor and the fact that we can spend the evenings eating batee5 and 2atayef ;)<br />
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Ramadan Kareem every one :)</div>
ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1158218300012413402006-09-14T09:56:00.000+03:002006-09-14T10:18:20.106+03:00Candles to blow..<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4606/1324/1600/balloons.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4606/1324/320/balloons.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong>ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1157321304953652322006-09-04T01:01:00.000+03:002014-04-30T10:19:50.042+03:00ghalooshisim<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Changing a bedroom can be so hectic, so if you're looking for a change in your life ,try to buy a new book, a movie or you can even try some new places.. but don't take such a decision before thinking twice..</div>
ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1156282500475851632006-08-23T00:27:00.000+03:002014-04-30T10:21:07.539+03:00would u?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Something nice happened today on my way to work, the traffic suddenly stopped on the other side, a military person has stopped his car just to help an old man pass the street!!!<br />
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It felt like the stories they used to tell when we were kids :) i don't know how many people would do the same? i can't be sure of my answer as i'm not sure if i'll do the same if i were him... i don't think that i'll stop the traffic just to do so !!!</div>
ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1156113720277961692006-08-21T01:22:00.000+03:002006-08-21T01:42:00.313+03:00Both alivewow, it has been a while since i've posted anything in here, and the reason is that i've been having such a busy life .. beside my sister's wedding a month ago, work is taking like 99% of my time and that's really frustrating.. i hate it when work starts to take over my social life..<br /> i have so many things to write about so i'll start one by one..<br /> as for now i'm still alive and trying to keep this blog alive as well ;)ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1152566124685993572006-07-11T00:04:00.000+03:002006-07-11T00:15:24.686+03:00Where's Amman<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4606/1324/1600/amman%20disappearance.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4606/1324/320/amman%20disappearance.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was using google earth to look up something in Amman when i discovered that Amman wasn't on the map... Where did it go??ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1152482825772469312006-07-10T00:39:00.000+03:002006-07-10T01:07:05.793+03:00Viva italy<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4606/1324/1600/italy.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4606/1324/320/italy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>i love this team, since 1990 italy has been my favourite team.. Paolo Maldini,Roberto Baggio and many others..</p><p> They really deserve the title as they played really nice..</p><p> finally the team i cheer for has won :)</p>ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1150833859847160372006-06-20T22:58:00.000+03:002014-04-30T10:28:04.613+03:00Version of yourself<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Do you ever feel you become the worst version of yourself ?? That a Pandora's Box of all the anger has sprung open and suddenly you're turning to be someone else !!!! you hate it but u can't do anything about it...</div>
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It's not summer yet and I've killed three mosquitoes !!!!?????? I hate them when they start buzzing at night over my head :( They're so annoying.</div>
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As kids we look up for the adults, we dream of becoming one of them, we do our best to finish the required stages and to be called an adult..<br />
We enjoy the title for couple of years then we wish to go back in time and live moments from our childhood.. What used to be called innocence starts to fade away..<br />
Ally mcbeal once said:" we have to reserve some innocence in us so we can be able to pass it to our kids" . It's somehow true, right?</div>
ghalooshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09052175844149359427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14585327.post-1145787012781606332006-04-23T08:49:00.000+03:002014-04-30T10:26:27.175+03:00Torture<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
High heels can add a very feminine touch to a girl's look and of course they add some more height , but to me, they are just an object for torturing.. They hurt the back,the feet..<br />
I wonder how some can wear them for a long time without feeling any pain???!!! why can't they design ones that feel so comfortable to wear??<br />
I hate those designers :P</div>
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My friend and I had a reservation at the Chinese restaurant "Ren Chai" at 7.30 last Thursday, and thanks to me we arrived there at 8 !!!!! Ever since we started the summer time, i'm late for everything, seriously, i can't make it on time.. I'm late for work (emmmm actually i'm always late for work :P) i'm late for any appointment i have !!!<br />
The place is really amazing, the food, oh my god, the food was great, but we were served by the most annoying waiter you can ever imagine.. After a while we felt that him and the other waitresses were whispering about us :P<br />
Our reservation ends at 9, we've finished eating around that time and waited for any one to give us the bill so we can leave, Mr. Annoying came telling us that we have to finish because they needed the table !!!!! ya3ni kaman shwai kan ra7 yemsekna o ytal3na barra :P i told him that we were just waiting for the bill and it was their fault that they didn't bring it earlier !!!<br />
Anyways, despite that annoying waiter, i'm still going to visit that place every now and then to eat their lemon chicken dish..</div>
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If you're a girl...<br />
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