<?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-28119060</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:42:46.409+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SaReem - Our own World....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-8019326124735230678</id><published>2010-01-05T14:58:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:29:54.069+02:00</updated><title type='text'>مطلوب مدير عام اهبل</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;مطلوب مدير عام اهبل&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خليني افهمكم القصة&lt;br /&gt;طبعا معظم الناس اللي انا اشتغلت معاهم بحياتي كانت تيجيهم حالات يأس وزهق , وبصراحه احنا شعب بزهق بسرعه, يعني احكولي متى اخر مره سمعتوا عن واحد من يوم ما اتخرج لليوم و هو في نفس الشركة -ما عدا امانة عمان طبعا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;المهم ان الموظف لما يزهق من شغله ببدا يدور في كل مكان . طبعا هديك الساعه بفش غلوو ( غير بمرتو او امو ) بهل الانترنت , و يبدأ الله وكيلك ما يخلي موقع توظيف يعتب على. وهون بنيجي لبيت القصيد , غير انك بتسجل بكل هالمواقع و طبعا بتبهر شوي من 10 – 30 % انتا و ضميرك يعني ( هذا للناس السينير , غير هيك يا دوب يصدقوا بعشره بالميه )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اللي فتح راسي وخلاني مش فاهم , انو هدول الجماعه ببعتولك اشياء غريبه ( يعني صدق او لا تصدق)&lt;br /&gt;وخليني اورجيكو واحد من هاي الاميلات اللي وصلني على الفيس بوك , المطلوب التالي :&lt;br /&gt;1- مدير عام&lt;br /&gt;2- مدير تسويق&lt;br /&gt;3- مدير مالي&lt;br /&gt;و لميين حزركم , لشركة عالميه !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;و انا ما فهمت مين لازم يقدم و على شو , وهي اسبابي عشان اوضحلكم اكتر&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مديرنا العام ما عندو سيفي ولو كان عندو و حده اكيد ما راح يحطها على الانترنت . لانو كل يوم كان يسمعنا قصيدة - انتو في احسن شركة بالبلد اسئلوني انا - &lt;strong&gt;تجدوها على شريط ممغنط عند المدراء الموزعين&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ثانيا , اكيد هيبة المدير ببتدمر ازا حدا من الشباب لقى سيفيتو على الانترنت , لأ و كمان عامل الها ابدات بتاريخ اليوم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ثالثا : فرضا انا بدي اقدم , اكيد راح اوصل للنتيجة اللي كان مديري بالاردن يقلي اياها . انتا عمرك ما راح تصير مدير من غيري&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;رابعا : شو هالشركة اللي ما فيها موظفين , اللي خلى اصحابها يدورو على هالمدير على الفيس بوك.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خامسا : كيف يعني شركة عالمية و ما فيها مدير عام .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يعني بالاخر يا اما عنجد عندهم مدير و صاحب الشركة اهبل مش عارف شو بدو&lt;br /&gt;يا اما بدوروا على مدير عام اهبل , مقديها فيس بوك و تشات و برضو مش عارف شو بدو. &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/28119060-8019326124735230678?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/8019326124735230678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=8019326124735230678&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/8019326124735230678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/8019326124735230678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='مطلوب مدير عام اهبل'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463266114159965761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-7092252552452016179</id><published>2010-01-02T23:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:48:10.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'>unrelated thoughts!</title><content type='html'>1- Why is it so hard to connect roast our WLAN from my room?&lt;br /&gt;2- I decided to loose weight - I am fed up!&lt;br /&gt;3- I decided to enjoy my life a bit more.. And stop allowing work to take all my energy and time.. let's see what will I have to say about this tomorrow when I wake up very sleepy!!! &lt;br /&gt;4- I forgot what was it&lt;br /&gt;    oooh ok.. I am having a boost of hope today... To have a good day tomorrow.. A good week.. A good year ahead!!!&lt;br /&gt;5- I love mobile internet.. I think I should have considered I phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;6- Banboon is having a cough... 7aram bubu!!! &lt;br /&gt;7- why do they have to block blogger at work??&lt;br /&gt;8- good night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-7092252552452016179?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/7092252552452016179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=7092252552452016179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/7092252552452016179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/7092252552452016179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2010/01/unrelated-thoughts.html' title='unrelated thoughts!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-2343928113011984024</id><published>2010-01-01T16:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:11:07.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from my mobile!!!</title><content type='html'>So... as a part of discovering my mobile capabilities.. I am trying to use it to blog!!!  Happy New Year to all!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-2343928113011984024?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/2343928113011984024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=2343928113011984024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2343928113011984024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2343928113011984024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogging-from-my-mobile.html' title='Blogging from my mobile!!!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-3892787863526476391</id><published>2009-12-22T20:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:45:47.699+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 - What's new with me?</title><content type='html'>IT's been quite a while since I wrote anything here.. And so I thought the best way to be back is with some updates about me...&lt;br /&gt;Of course the biggest news I have is that I am a mother now.. My sweet Daughter Ban is 1 year three months old.. Born on the 26th of Septemeber 2008... other than that, here are my 2009 highlight:&lt;br /&gt;1- Came back to Amman to work!&lt;br /&gt;2- Changed two jobs!&lt;br /&gt;3-Met so many new people. As always, some of them just pass, some leave eternal finger print in your life - ALia Bdeir, others are nice friends to have: My tablemate - Rawand Al Salem.&lt;br /&gt;4- Lost some weight - only some.. A way to go.&lt;br /&gt;5- Banboon is one year old.&lt;br /&gt;6- Sari started his own business - In saudi!!&lt;br /&gt;7- Traveled with Banbooon for the first time - To egypt Again.&lt;br /&gt;8- Four years with Sari.&lt;br /&gt;9- Got a new mobile.&lt;br /&gt;10- Lived in our new house! On and Off though!!&lt;br /&gt;11- One year eleven months without bolgging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-3892787863526476391?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/3892787863526476391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=3892787863526476391&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/3892787863526476391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/3892787863526476391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-whats-new-with-me.html' title='2009 - What&apos;s new with me?'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-3155955141324348393</id><published>2008-01-25T01:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T02:04:07.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook is guilty.. I am guilty.</title><content type='html'>Such a long long time!! I think whoever is administrating Jordan Blogs will kick me off soon for being such an "inactive" member! I think that’s unfair, but that's another post! Remind me about it if hibernate again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I haven’t been writing lately. Although I had, and still have many ideas in my head that I would like to share – If anybody is still reading this blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very guilty the other day when I read Qwaider's comment &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html"&gt;on my last post&lt;/a&gt;! And it actually triggered me to write something… I don't know why it took me this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been so much on mind lately.. And I was trying to find the reason behind me dumping it this way.. Is it laziness? That is definitely part of the reason, but I seem to be active in some other aspects. Is it lack of ideas? No, as I just mentioned so many things are worth talking about…&lt;br /&gt;I came to find out that a big part of the reason is that I used to feel that this blog links me to people. Now, I somehow feel the Facebook is doing the job! Not as perfectly of course, but it does make me feel connected with everyone of my friends, and I feel as I know all about each and everyone of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Facebook is responsible for my absence! Facebook is guilty!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like Facebook. I know people have contradicting point of views about it. And I agree with some aspects of them. I agree, for example, that some pictures are too private to be published in Facebook, on blogs or anywhere else on the net. On the other hand, I like how much it helps me keep connected with those who like miles away, be in touch with people life has taken so far..&lt;br /&gt;I love how I was able to find many friends from school or university whom I lost contact with. That is, for me, the best part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never the less.. I feel soooooooooooo guilty for not writing for this long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lame post to write after such a long period of hibernation! I should have chosen something more serious.. Ghaza crisis maybe.. But what can ever be said about that? Allah 3ala al- thalem………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-3155955141324348393?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/3155955141324348393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=3155955141324348393&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/3155955141324348393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/3155955141324348393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2008/01/facebook-is-guilty-i-am-guilty.html' title='Facebook is guilty.. I am guilty.'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-2789779778464935859</id><published>2007-09-27T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:00:47.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>اعتذار إلى صديق</title><content type='html'>كان صديقي الدائم، رفيقي في كل الأحوال.. في سعادتي وحزني، في ضحكي وبكائي، في فرحي وتعاستي. كان أول من ألجأ إليه عندما تشتد حيرتي. &lt;br /&gt;وفجأة ظهر الآخر، ووجدتني أنظر إليه نظرات إعجاب... ثم أتقرب إليه. كان أكثر جاذبية وشعبية.. وكان صديق لأناس محددين، فهو لم يكن متواضعا مثل صديقي. وكان الناس ينظرون لأصدقائه بنظرات احترام وإعجاب. &lt;br /&gt;وبدأت علاقتنا تتوطد... وشيئا" فشيئا" بدأت أنسى صديقي القديم... وهو بدأ يبتعد عني وينزوي وحيدا".&lt;br /&gt;ومرت سنين، لم أحادث فيها صديقي إلا قليلا... ولكنني كنت دائما" أذكره، فصديقي الجديد لم يكن يفهمني ويعبر عني مثله.. ورغم أنني حاولت إلا أنني كنت دائما" اشعر بأن ثمة فراغ بيننا.&lt;br /&gt;وتساءلت، لم تخليت عن صديقي القديم حتى أصبحت علاقتنا ركيكة هكذا؟&lt;br /&gt;أكان يجب علي أن أختار بينهما؟&lt;br /&gt;وأدركت خطأي. لم يكن خطأي أنني حصلت على صديق جديد، بل أنني تخليت عن صديقي القديم....&lt;br /&gt;وأدركت أيضا" لماذا حصل ذلك الخطأ... فأنا بالتأكيد لم أقصد أن أتخلى عنه، ولكن صديقي الجديد بهرني، تماما" كما يبهر كل جديد، وتسرق أضواءه كل انتباه.. فانقدت وراءه ولم أعد أعر صديقي أي انتباه يذكر، كأنني كنت متأكدة من أنه لن يذهب إلى أي مكان، وسيبقى معي رغم إهمالي... &lt;br /&gt;وفاجأني صديقي مرة أخرى... فأنا لم أتوقع أنني سأجده بعد هذه السنين.. توقعته أن يرحل لأنني لم أحافظ عليه وأعتني به.. ولكنه كان هناك، حزينا" وغاضبا" ووحيدا"، ولكنه موجود، فأدركت أنه صديق حقيقي.. &lt;br /&gt;لقد تعلمت الدرس. سأحافظ على صديقي الجديد، ولن أضيع صديقي القديم...  &lt;br /&gt;سأرفع الغبار عنه، وأحاول إصلاح ما أفسدته بإهمالي كي تعود علقتنا قوية كما كانت..  &lt;br /&gt;قلمي العربي...... عذرا"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-2789779778464935859?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/2789779778464935859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=2789779778464935859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2789779778464935859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2789779778464935859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='اعتذار إلى صديق'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-6464836377799426275</id><published>2007-08-07T16:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:54:49.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SaReem... To move or not to move?</title><content type='html'>I have thought of moving our blog to wordpress long time ago. And I have actually created and account there. At that time, it didn't support importing blog posts and comments from new blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have visited wordpress again, and now I was able to import my blog. So technically, I am ready to move the blog. But I am giving it a second thought. I don't find wordpress as usable as I thought it would be. And I couldn't  the option I wanted to move my blog for in the first place. The option I am looking for is sending notification emails to those who have commented on a post when further comments are being put on that post. Is this option available?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-6464836377799426275?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/6464836377799426275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=6464836377799426275&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/6464836377799426275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/6464836377799426275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/08/sareem-to-move-or-not-to-move.html' title='&lt;em&gt;SaReem&lt;/em&gt;... To move or not to move?'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-5422122061767701587</id><published>2007-07-24T08:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:29:59.027+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Reem - Say something!</title><content type='html'>I thought coming to live in KSA would give me all the time and the motive to blog more. Changing towns, exploring the new city and culture, and being semi-jobless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't happen! Have you ever heard anyone saying that when you are busy and have a full schedule you actually do more? That is absolutely true! In my case, at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leading a lazy life. Yet I am loving it. If anyone knows about my sleeping addiction, it wouldn't be at all strange, and if you know a bit more about me and know how much I love eating…. It's all explained why I love Riyadh (let's not mention the dark side, weight!) Well honestly, shopping as well makes it so enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;I think this lazy life is contagious. I am having a lazy mind as well. So I am keeping my mental activity to its minimum – No blogging! Bad! But at least, some reading is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a bit more about myself lately. I am a lazy housewife, and a bad cook. However, I am not so naggy (is that the right word? it does not look like it, the red line is flashing here) and easy-going person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been almost 6 months now. And I am not yet bored from Riyadh. I actually like how much it got me closer to Sari, and how much quality time we spend together (and quantity as well, there is no one after all!). I think Saudi is a great start for newlyweds, it is the case if you start your life anywhere other than your hometown, but Saudi has an extra advantage, you have absolutely nothing to do but spend time with your spouse, even if you are doing grocery shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shopping- I love it here. Sales are always there, almost every time of the year!! At this particular time, it's the best, 50-70% off everything! I thought that in sale I wouldn't really find nice good stuff – all would be gone. But I was very mistaken. I have a new digital camera now. I love it. I should be posting more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I have a story that I will die to share! &lt;br /&gt;Before I went to Amman, I bought my nieces some clothes. It was on sale -50% off - because that was the old spring collection and they were just putting up the new collection. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;It happened that I bought a skirt for Judy, but couldn't find her size for the blouse matching. So in Amman, almost two months later, I happened to pass by the same shop and find it has 30-70% discount. Cool, I thought. I can get the blouse.&lt;br /&gt;- Hello, How much are these discounted?&lt;br /&gt;- Hello Madam, well, these are only on 30% discount, just "dyafeh" for our customers. Because these are the newest collection this year!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-5422122061767701587?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/5422122061767701587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=5422122061767701587&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5422122061767701587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5422122061767701587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-reem-say-something.html' title='Blog Reem - Say something!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-105267208436089005</id><published>2007-04-20T21:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:20:33.234+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudi Arabia, heaven or hell?</title><content type='html'>It's been almost three months for me now in Saudi Arabia. And I can tell you it's not bad at all, Thank God. I have decided that I will be using this blog to tell people more about Saudi Arabia, and try as much as I can to prove the stereotypes, that we hear and come to unintentionally believe, wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start by saying that no place is perfect. Just as no one is. So as we start weighing the good and bad of Saudi, we should not be comparing it to the perfect image we have in our minds about the place we would wish to live in, which might most resemble heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudi Arabia is a place of a special culture that is initially derived from Islam, from the fact that Saudi Arabia was the land in which Islam was revealed to Prophet Mohammad (PBUH), and from being, up till the very moment, the land the hosts Al Kabaa and the mosque of Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) among many other holy places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudi Arabia is mostly accused for being too conservative, where women are almost "jailed" in their houses. I don't deny that KSA is a conservative country, where they TRY to abide by Islam to the pieces. I agree as well that some of their "traditions" are not purely Islamic; an example of this is forbidding women from driving. This contradiction here is not a fault of Islam. It comes from the fact that there are 2 sources that dictates the traditions, habits and behaviors here. These two sources are the religion, and the inherited culture of the Saudis. What happens that while we TRY to abide by Islam we mix it up with what the culture dictates. And here comes the contradiction and the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in KSA, (and I am talking about the current time not any time in the past as things are dramatically changing here) they don’t claim that it is an Islamic decision to forbid women from driving. But they know that for the time being, this is the best to be done. Why? Because this law has been stated long time ago, so drivers are not at all used to the idea of a woman driving. Hence, in meantime, it would be a dangerous decision to allow women to drive as they will be attacked and pushed to accidents by other drivers (bear in mind what crazy drivers they are). Therefore, since great changes in culture and mindsets can not be achieved overnight, a transition period is needed, until minds are shifted and it becomes socially acceptable,. This is not to say that the as-is situation is perfect. I am just trying here to make things a bit clearer about the reasons why things happen the way they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have so many things I would like to discuss and much more positive aspects of the KSA. But it will become a very long post and might turn into a boring one. So I will cut it into multiple ones. Hopefully the next one will include some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the upcoming posts, I intend to speak about the "Abaya", things you can do in KSA, faces of technology that is applied to make life easier, women's work and many more. To make this a comprehensive exercise, I will as well speak about the weak points that can make your life miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one point that I will try to remind you about in this series of posts is that no place is perfect. And wherever you come from, you were not in heaven. You were in another place which yet has its pros and cons. And since you left it and decided to live in KSA, then it's because you have seen that at least for the time being, and in one or more aspects, KSA is better for you than any other place you could be in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-105267208436089005?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/105267208436089005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=105267208436089005&amp;isPopup=true' title='70 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/105267208436089005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/105267208436089005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudi-arabia-heaven-or-hell.html' title='Saudi Arabia, heaven or hell?'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>70</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-7397764611125609599</id><published>2007-02-14T08:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T09:52:17.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>From KSA</title><content type='html'>So It's been one week today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool. So far I am enjoying my time very much. I know it's still early to judge.. but so far,,, I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not 100% setteled.. I'm not yet cnnected to the internet.. so it will be a while till you  hear from me again. But I can brief you a bit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan planet, Allah ysahel 3aleeh :), actually did us smething good. Yesterday we visited &lt;a href="http://www.al-ordon.com/blog/"&gt;Hani Masoud's &lt;/a&gt;Family.. They are soo nice and we were so happy to meet them, Thanks JP for introducing such nice frends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we visited Sari's friends.. and you know how small the world is.. His wife's uncle is my Dad's best freind, and she herself is a former student of my mother!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can I tell you about KSA? I'm leading a lazy life,, which I love!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-7397764611125609599?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/7397764611125609599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=7397764611125609599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/7397764611125609599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/7397764611125609599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-ksa.html' title='From KSA'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-5593780226826128295</id><published>2007-02-06T22:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:12:59.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to KSA!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, FINALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got my visa stamped on my passport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving to KSA tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this is my last post from Amman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!! You are more than welcome to visit us anytime! If you insist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-5593780226826128295?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/5593780226826128295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=5593780226826128295&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5593780226826128295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5593780226826128295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/02/off-to-ksa.html' title='Off to KSA!!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-5520188436804744031</id><published>2007-02-06T21:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:01:26.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you grow in Amman in 80's and 90's|</title><content type='html'>then you can relate to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You watched Al Manahel everytime it's on, and you know what does &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;"Aqwa men&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;al Shadda, Ahda2 men Al Sukoon" means!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You can recite the theme songs of Jongar, Grendizer, Al Rajol El &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Hadidi,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Lady Lady, Sally, Adnan Wa Lina, Al Haddaf &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You watched: Captain Majed, Sandy Bell (even if you're a boy), &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Judy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Abbott, Bell wa Sebastian, Al 7oot El Abyad, Lady Oscar (bass &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;balash lady,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;abu el shabaab), Labeeba (who we never tend to know she got hair &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;for hands&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;or hands for hair), Sonbol, Tamtamm, Jazeerat El Kanz, Maymouna, Al &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Ra7alou&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;El Sa3'eer, Flona, Sindibad, Tom Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You watched Eftah Ya Semsem, and later on in your life found out &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;it's the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Arabic version of Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You know the two flavours of 'Shokalatet Moody'. Yellow and Pink&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You bough from Dukkaneh:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Dam3a, Zaki, Double Wheel, Tootoo (Tweety), Raas El 3abed, SB &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;3elket&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Ma5addat, Roco, Tiger Chocolate, Shebs Ringo, Askimo, Shukala &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;3ammar, 3elket&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mentaad, Halawani Shebs, Baskoat Marie, Katakeet, Mr Shebs (not &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;CHIPS, SHEBS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- haha), Petra Ice Cream (the 'expensive' one with double layers), &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;the red&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;ULKER chocolate with the cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You know the tune the Cotton candy man does (Sha3r El Banat) &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You played Ghommayeh, 6ummayeh or whatever you call it and when &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;you touch&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;the 'place' you say "Kummesteir" and 'til now you don't know what &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;the hell &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;it means!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You know "Al 7ezam El Azraq" and you own at least one VHS or &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Betamax (â)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;by them. WWF wrestling matches&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You had a crush on 3aroob Sobo7 (if you're a boy) with her show &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;"Waqt El&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mara7" and if you're a girl, you had a crush on the &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;always-wearing-a-cap&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;goalkeeper in Captain Haddaf.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You sang "Happy Nation" and "All That She Wants" and thought &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;you're&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;dead-on cool!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You drew Fido Dido at a certain phase of your life&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You had a pair of big white sneakers, and most of you had Reebok &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Pump. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- Atta-Ali and Jabri were the best restaurants in town.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You ate "7alaqaat El Basal" (onion rings) in Funny Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You had a SAKHR AX170 Keyboard and you played on it night and &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;"Masafa" was written next to "Space".&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You had an Atari, and somewhere in your house you still have that &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Joystick&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;somewhere in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You know Abu Yousef, and you can at least sing one of the three &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;songs of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- In the back of your mind there's a song called "Tgool Ahwak" by &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;an ancient&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Jordanian band called Mirage&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You know that Atta Ali has 46 Ice Cream flavours! Beat that &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Baskin Robins!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You attended weddings in Jabri, at Knafeh from Jabri, ate actual &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;food from&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Jabri and ate the Nestle-Lion-Imitation Tiger Chocolate (by Jabri &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;bardo!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You know the tune of "Fares El 7alqa" from Yes3ed Saba7ak, every &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;morning on Jordan TV.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You thought that "Ya Ayoha El Maleko El Ajal" by that Sofia woman &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;was the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;new Anthem for Jordan, haha&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You remember the bookshops in Amman celebrating "Al 3awda Ela El &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Madares"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;with you buying stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- Your family had a workshop in the house, laminating your books' &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;covers&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;with what is called "Tajleed Contact"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You took ages to pick the 'suitable' name labels for your books&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- After laminating the books, you go to school with some having &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;bubbles in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;them. And you know what you did in class with these&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You never called the Jordanian sole channel Jordan TV, it was &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;"Amman"; and you watched American movies on "3amman El Tanyeh" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- "Yahya El Thakaa2!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You know three bees: Zeina, Nahool and Sewar el Asal.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- "Ayaseeeedi, Romo Yalla Hat"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- "Bestek Bestek Bestek NAW, Shukalata Jersey makla el GAW" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You Had nightmares about Abu Shakoosh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You wore "Boat Amigo Bedwi w Betfi", and walked proudly in the &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Jordanian&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;streets&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You know "Go Ninja, Go Ninja Go, Go Go Go Go", Ferkat Sala7ef El &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Neenja&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;fee Mat3am Garfields.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You actually saw a Monkey in "7adiqat al Tuyoor"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You know the song "The Final Countdown" as the theme for Dehanaat &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;National&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;(National Paints)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You actually called Abu El Dahab center "El Dobb" cause there's a &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;big&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Panda there&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You consumed Zeit and Za3tar sandwiches in school that could feed &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;50&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;families for 10 years&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- Your local Disney Land was Mujamma3 Bank El Iskan&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- Your other Disney Land was Luna Park&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You cut your classes in school to go buy Falafel sandwiches from &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;restaurant next to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You had (and may still have) "Kharabeesh 13, 14, 15 and 16" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;cassettes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- Your third Disney Land was Da3saan Lel Tarfeeh &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- Shebs Disco, colored fingers. And Shebs Bitza, rings for your &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;fingers&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You watched the Quran in the morning, just waiting for it to &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;finish so&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;you'd watch morning cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;- You watched "Sameed" before school, and wondered how tyres &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;actually taste&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I got this by email and made my laugh so hard... thought it's worth sharing. I had no time to check other blogs so I don't know if anybody did before me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-5520188436804744031?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/5520188436804744031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=5520188436804744031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5520188436804744031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5520188436804744031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-you-grow-uo-in-amman-in-80s-and-90s.html' title='Did you grow in Amman in 80&apos;s and 90&apos;s|'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-2852890895354242012</id><published>2007-02-05T13:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:35:15.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My scarf.. My fathers hat.</title><content type='html'>Remember I told you I bought &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/01/hashem.html"&gt;wool to knit&lt;/a&gt;!! As I started to knit, my father decided to knit a hat for my nieces!! Here comes the results!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/380463254_94a6262e56_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/380463253_09bbf7ecf7_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/380463252_93230d5397_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-2852890895354242012?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/2852890895354242012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=2852890895354242012&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2852890895354242012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2852890895354242012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-scarf-my-fathers-hat.html' title='My scarf.. My fathers hat.'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/380463254_94a6262e56_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-2698765711303243665</id><published>2007-02-01T20:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:37:19.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Petra - Voting through SMS</title><content type='html'>Many bloggers have already discussed the issue of voting Petra. Some agree with the idea of voting, some are uncomfortable with selling the idea the way it is done..  &lt;br /&gt;As I read all the posts about the issue, I couldn't decide where do I stand, am I for or against voting Petra this way? And I'm still not sure.. Until the other day, I was talking to Sari when he drew my attention to this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways to vote, the first is through the internet, via the official website www.new7wonders.com. Visit the website, register as a member and vote. That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other way is through SMS. And here comes the question:&lt;br /&gt;When you are encouraging people to vote for something, you should give them all facilities to do. Not ask them to pay money for doing what you are trying to convince them to do! The SMS costs 10 piasters, not even the normal price for SMS. Why do I - or anyone- have to pay for voting Petra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-2698765711303243665?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/2698765711303243665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=2698765711303243665&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2698765711303243665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2698765711303243665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/02/petra-voting-through-sms.html' title='Petra - Voting through SMS'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-5332597281577594858</id><published>2007-01-30T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:28:53.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger VS. Wordpress</title><content type='html'>I thought of moving my blog to wordpress..&lt;br /&gt;But Word press importer doesn't work with the new blogger :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-5332597281577594858?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/5332597281577594858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=5332597281577594858&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5332597281577594858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5332597281577594858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogger-vs-wordpress.html' title='Blogger VS. Wordpress'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-6368094147213637948</id><published>2007-01-28T10:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T10:08:20.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The farce of Arabs and Muslims..</title><content type='html'>So now Hamas and Fateh are killing each other and fighting over sovereignty.  Palestine is no longer occupied; Israelis are not killing and humiliating our people. Peace is all around. We are done with all our external problems and so we are ready to start fighting between each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, please wake up.. you are supposed to be fighting for liberating Palestine. Why do you forget your original mission and get busy with minor issues? Why don't you get done with the Palestinian- Israeli conflict then start fighting over who will run the country? And what kind of sovereignty that is under occupation that you are killing each other for? Fight over it when it is worth it,, there is no true sovereignty under occupation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed. Not that I haven’t been for ever.. And it's not only Hamas and Fateh, all Arabs and Muslims are disappointing.. Sunnis are killing Shiites, Lebanese are fighting among each other.. Muslims are struggling amongst each other.. What happened to you people in charge? Can't you see that you are more than satisfying your enemy this way? Can't you see who your real enemy is in the first place? Haven't you ever heard of the famous "divide and conquer" principle?&lt;br /&gt;Please, let's get American's out of Iraq, let's liberate Palestine, and let's make sure Israel doesn’t attack Lebanon... And then we can start resolving our internal conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I am sure they know they shouldn't get into civil wars because this is exactly what Amreica and Isael want. Such people are clever, they wouldn't miss such a point.. it's the hidden agenda's…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-6368094147213637948?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/6368094147213637948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=6368094147213637948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/6368094147213637948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/6368094147213637948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/01/farce-of-arabs-and-muslims.html' title='The farce of Arabs and Muslims..'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-6518584084909951618</id><published>2007-01-20T18:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:59:33.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports In Jordan</title><content type='html'>I was really proud when Fastlink basketball team won Asia cup last year, it was maybe the first time Jordan wins cup over so many good competitors.. I know we won a cup in some Arabic football tournament… But I still thought it was a great Achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was really disappointed yesterday as I walked in Prince Hamza court to watch a basketball game. It was almost empty.. I wondered why.. The ticket is really cheap – 1 JD- affordable by most I would say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it lack of advertising for such activities? Or is it little awareness from people’s side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was both, along with the minimal interest in sports we have in our society. (Put aside the world cup!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching the game, I was thinking more and more about it. Wouldn’t this be a better activity for youth to do than sitting in coffee shops having “argeeleh”??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing made me really smile. A man in his late forties accompanied his 5-year-old son to watch the game. All through the game he was talking to his son about how he can join his school’s team and maybe later some professional club where he practice and become a good player. Then after the game finished, they decided to stay to watch the one coming next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-6518584084909951618?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/6518584084909951618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=6518584084909951618&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/6518584084909951618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/6518584084909951618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/01/sports-in-jordan.html' title='Sports In Jordan'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-282516710048036131</id><published>2007-01-14T21:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:17:00.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hashem!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went with my mum to the downtown. I wanted to buy some wool to knit a scraf! Yes, me, Knitting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in adventure. As we passed by Hashem, the smell of the Flafel was irresistable. So my mum give me that look and said: "Wanna eat Sandwich Flafel??" and of course I said yes!! I can't say no to 2 things: Food and sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there and order some sandwiches and some Flafel "fare6"! As we walked away my mum asked me: "Were are we going to eat them?" So we ended up sitting on a table in the middle of Hashem's small corridor!! Then ordering tea with mint!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse we were the only women! So full of myself, I took my mobile out and started taking pictures, while everybody around was looking at me with shock! and to make it better my mother asked the guy working there: "Where did you seat his majesty the king when he came??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are not so clear, my hand was shaking! I wasn't too comfortable taking pictures while everybody around me is staring at me!! I will publish them anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate the delicious Flafel, we proceeded to buy my wool.. Later in the night, my mum was checking her email on the laptop and reading blogs here and there, and I sat next to her knitting!! I thought that was ironical!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/357284966_a94a9cd3ed_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/357284963_dbf56a8c9b_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/357284958_c90612be84_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/357284951_ccd612da35_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-282516710048036131?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/282516710048036131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=282516710048036131&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/282516710048036131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/282516710048036131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/01/hashem.html' title='Hashem!!!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/357284966_a94a9cd3ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-5315368505868220892</id><published>2007-01-12T21:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:46:34.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A reflective look on my blog.</title><content type='html'>For the last couple of days I have been constantly thinking of my blog, its layout and its content. And I decided that it’s not up to what I want it to be. For the time being, I am the least concerned about the layout. I will find sometime when I am in the mood to play around the template or even moving the blog to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m constantly thinking of the content I post on the blog. I came to note that it’s more of journal of personal updates, which is not really bad. But I would like to write more about my thoughts and opinions about every aspect of the world. Many times I encountered issued or situations I wanted to share but for some reason I didn’t. I should have a more critical eye on my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some period of time, having a huge number of visitors and comments was my main concern. Now I look at my blog from a different angle. I still want my voice to be heard and commented on. However, when I looked back and went through all the posts I have written, I felt that my blog is a perfect documentation tool for my life. It’s like I am keeping a diary for myself (I always wanted to do, but never really did). It was good reading what I thought about certain issues and how I felt at different occasions. I discovered that I forgot how I felt at certain occasions and it was nice to find something to remind me. I realized as well that our way of thinking changes and evolves over time. It’s good to have something documented to help us track it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another concern I had while thinking about this was my style of writing. I don’t like it. I don’t feel I am expressing myself the way I want to do. I don’t feel I’m navigating about the subject I want to discuss the right way. I think I need to concentrate more when I write. I tend to write my posts quickly without much concentration and I publish them without sleeping on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another concern is the language. I only write in English. I would like to start writing in Arabic as well. I love Arabic and I express myself better using my mother tongue. Some subjects are meant to be written in Arabic. My problem here is the lack of Arabic typing skills. The first step is practicing Arabic typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have so much to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-5315368505868220892?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/5315368505868220892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=5315368505868220892&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5315368505868220892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/5315368505868220892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/01/reflective-look-on-my-blog.html' title='A reflective look on my blog.'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-358081845011295430</id><published>2007-01-11T15:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T19:05:49.372+02:00</updated><title type='text'>فليقل خيراً أو ليسكت</title><content type='html'>People tend to give negative feed back on whatever you are planning to do. &lt;a href="http://dinodaloo.blogspot.com/2007/01/wedding-planning.html"&gt;If you are planning to get married, they will tell you that you are very late in arrangements. They will tell you how hard and unhappy your life will be one the honey moon finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About our plans to move to KSA, they can't stop convincing me how hard it's going be to live there. How boring, reminding me that I can't drive and assuring me I won't find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of finishing my papers to move there, they keep putting me down telling me that it will take very long time. Narrating stories of people who stayed apart foe years!!! Before EID, they assured me that there is NO WAY that Sari can get his papers done to come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like to close doors in your face?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they try so hard to kill every hope you have?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't they heard our beloved prophet saying: "فليقل خيراً أو ليسكت"??&lt;br /&gt;Why do they look to the empty half of the glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, they talk to you as if they know your stuff better than they do!&lt;br /&gt;If I see anyone who has lived in KSA 15 years ago, they will act as if I know nothing about my own issue or about rules and they are the only ones who know!! I haven't asked them for their opinion in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so negative? Why do they interfere so much? Why do they assume that you are an idiot who can't plan his life without their intrusive input?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to listen to any of them. I will actually tell them they are wrong, I will tell them they don't know better than I do. And I will tell them either to say something good or shut-up. I don't want to hear any depressing opinions!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-358081845011295430?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/358081845011295430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=358081845011295430&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/358081845011295430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/358081845011295430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='فليقل خيراً أو ليسكت'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-6604333776965694060</id><published>2007-01-08T10:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:10:18.715+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Use the pedestrians' bridge, PLEASE.</title><content type='html'>I hate the law that states that it’s always the driver's fault to hit any pedestrian. It's unfair. It shouldn't be fore granted. The accident should be investigated and then decided upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some drivers are extremely crazy and do not abide by any rules, they speed and they don't allow pedestrians to cross at the zebra crossing so they deserve to be punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about ignorant pedestrians who cross from places they shouldn't? What about those who cross a main street with continuous flow of cars right beneath the pedestrian's bridge? Shouldn't they get punished for causing themselves and others troubles? Shouldn't they be aware of their own safety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faced this problem myself a couple of times in the main street of Safeway – Shmeesani. Where a new bridge was installed to deal with the heavy traffic a couple of years ago.  Being aware of how dangerous that street is for pedestrians, the government built a pedestrians' bridge. People are too lazy to go up the bridge to cross and so they cross between the cars. Sometimes drivers do not see them, other times it's too hard to stop when you are in fast moving street, even if you managed to stop, the car behind you will hit into your car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they do this? Are they sure they are not going to get themselves in a terrible accident? Do they rely on the law to punish the driver? What about their own safety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law should be adjusted to hold pedestrians responsible for such acts. And a new law should be stated that impose a fine on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-6604333776965694060?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/6604333776965694060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=6604333776965694060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/6604333776965694060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/6604333776965694060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/01/use-pedestrians-bridge-please.html' title='Use the pedestrians&apos; bridge, PLEASE.'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-4881024257243873935</id><published>2007-01-05T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:37:50.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan planet hibernates!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.jordanplanet.net/?p=22"&gt;JP blog said&lt;/a&gt; that it will keep a page linking to all blogs in JP for some time, to make sure that readers can still reach blogs. But when I checked it, I didn’t find any updates after the 27th of Dec. 2006&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to follow up on my favourite blogs? So far, I find &lt;a href="http://qwaider.com/"&gt;Qwaider planet&lt;/a&gt; the perfect solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long time since I last connected to the internet (I say this sentence so frequently!!). But this time it was a very pleasant time off. So, lets start from the very beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank God. I actually can’t find words. Sari Came and spent Eid here. And this was why I disappeared. And you know what? It was definitely worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari is on his way to KSA now. He left today at 11:00 a.m by bus :( because we couldn’t find a booking! Wish Him a safe journey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-4881024257243873935?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/4881024257243873935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=4881024257243873935&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/4881024257243873935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/4881024257243873935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2007/01/jordan-planet-hibernates.html' title='Jordan planet hibernates!!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-1127616854055317778</id><published>2006-12-26T15:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:59:49.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olive oil for sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.jo/images?q=tbn:OKMJCVYN1mSywM:http://www.explorecrete.com/nature/images/old-olive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="202" alt="" src="http://images.google.jo/images?q=tbn:OKMJCVYN1mSywM:http://www.explorecrete.com/nature/images/old-olive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;يوجد لدينا زيت زيتون طازج 100% نخب أول من أحسن أنواع الزيتون الطبيعي الخالي من أية إضافات كيميائية أو فيتامينات&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-1127616854055317778?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/1127616854055317778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=1127616854055317778&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/1127616854055317778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/1127616854055317778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/12/olive-oil-for-sale.html' title='Olive oil for sale'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-2152664157115612268</id><published>2006-12-26T10:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:53:34.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I make time fly??</title><content type='html'>55 hours to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work, doing absolutely nothing. Sleep as always, and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want today and tomorrow to end now. I want today to be Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-2152664157115612268?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/2152664157115612268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=2152664157115612268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2152664157115612268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/2152664157115612268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-can-i-make-time-fly.html' title='How can I make time fly??'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-3143327972996193410</id><published>2006-12-25T11:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:20:38.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me a ticket from Amman to Riyadh &amp; win a very nice DVD Player</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, listen I have tried my best to get a booking from Amman to Riyadh but I couldn't, this is why am announcing a very nice prize to the person who can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope there will be someone that can help me in getting one ticket from Amman to Riyadh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the equation is simple. Find me a ticket ,Win a DVD player and show everyone how much you are connected, &amp; by the way here is the information you might need to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sari M. Traih&lt;br /&gt;Dep. Amman     Dest. Riyadh&lt;br /&gt;Date 5/1/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can do it if you can find me something in 6/1/2007 but in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thank you in advance for the effort, I wish I could give each one of you a DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-3143327972996193410?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/3143327972996193410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=3143327972996193410&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/3143327972996193410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/3143327972996193410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/12/get-me-ticket-from-amman-to-riyadh-win.html' title='Get me a ticket from Amman to Riyadh &amp; win a very nice DVD Player'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463266114159965761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-7010048534606602269</id><published>2006-12-21T09:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:00:13.998+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been one year today..</title><content type='html'>At this very day last year.. I met Sari for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since, my life has totally changed, to the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari, Thank you for appearing in my life.. and Inshalla together forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-7010048534606602269?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/7010048534606602269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=7010048534606602269&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/7010048534606602269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/7010048534606602269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-one-year-today.html' title='It&apos;s been one year today..'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-1142195331431720608</id><published>2006-12-20T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:52:03.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell 2006: A look back</title><content type='html'>This year is coming to an end. The final count down started already. 10 days to go. And I think it's about time we stop, look back at our year, what achievements we made, what dreams we realized, what mistakes we committed..&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to this time last year; are we standing in a better position now? Did we walk any step ahead towards our goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year was the best in my life.. Well, until 16 September! Afterwards the curve started going down…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fatafeet.wordpress.com/2006/12/15/006-tag/"&gt;Fatafeet Essukar&lt;/a&gt; has started a very nice tag.. Things you did for the first time in 2006. Actually I was thinking about writing an article about the same topic. About things I did for the first time in my life, things I didn't like. Things I liked.. So here we start!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I did for the first time: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Of course, as you all know, I got married!! For the first time, and for the last time Inshalla!!&lt;br /&gt;2- Visited Egypt 3 times. Cairo for the first time in January, then Shram Al – Sheikh for the first time in March, then Cairo again in November – I love Cairo, but I'm not a fan of Shram al sheikh.&lt;br /&gt;3- Visited the other side of the world – &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/07/malaysia-truly-asia.html"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;. That was a lifetime trip! Really the best ever in my life! Well, the company counts as well :)&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/tom-but-no-jerry.html"&gt;Had a cat&lt;/a&gt; in my house! Well, I never liked cats before! So the change is something to document!&lt;br /&gt;5- What is more important than having the cat in my house! Is having &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-photos-finally.html"&gt;my own house &lt;/a&gt;in the first place!!&lt;br /&gt;6- And ofcourse, started blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unpleasant events:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- My uncle passed away.&lt;br /&gt;2- Sari Had to leave to KSA!! And So having to spend Ramdan and both Eids alone!&lt;br /&gt;3- Work! Things have not been going as I wished!&lt;br /&gt;4- My brother Ghaith was unable to attend my wedding.. Couldn’t get his papers done to come from the US! I hate paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pleasant Events:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- My beloved sister Abeer, who lives in Dubai came twice: once for my wedding, and the other will be Inshalla for Eid Al Adha – This is what makes me really excited about the upcoming couple of weeks, she arrives Friday.&lt;br /&gt;2- My sister in law gave birth to lovely Lamees. So I became a "3amto" for the second time! (Not that any of my nephews or nieces acknowledge me being their "3amto" or "Khalto", I'm just Reem for them, what is worse is that they really feel I'm about their age!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't think of anything else at the moment.. I hope you all have a prosperous year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song of the post&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rdyly – Wae'l Jassar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sorry I couldn't get you the link. I'm at work and &lt;a href="www.6arab.com"&gt;tarab&lt;/a&gt; is not allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy eid and Happy new year for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-1142195331431720608?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/1142195331431720608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=1142195331431720608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/1142195331431720608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/1142195331431720608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/12/farewell-2006-look-back.html' title='Farewell 2006: A look back'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116543587984676899</id><published>2006-12-06T21:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:33:35.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://american-in-jordan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.sha3teely.com/"&gt;Wa'el&lt;/a&gt;. Just as Wae'l and Manal, it's the first time that I get tagged, and guess what! twice in the same day! Does this mean I have to grab 2 books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tag rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Grab the closest book to you.&lt;br /&gt;2-Open Page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3-Scroll down to the 5th sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4-Post the next 3 sentences on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;5-Name the book and author.&lt;br /&gt;6- Tag 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. on a Piper Warrior, and straight away I saw the difference between cars and planes; you can stop the car any time and get out, but you have got to land the plane. This called for more than technical..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book's name: &lt;em&gt;"My story"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;em&gt;Sarah The Duchess of York&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;a href="www.namnoo3.blogspot.com"&gt;Sari&lt;/a&gt; (I bet he is not going to do it! He doesnt have any books I believe, and if he does, he will be too lazy to do the homework, Just kidding my dear :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;a href="http://www.nastars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nada&lt;/a&gt;: A very new blogger! Pay her a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;a href="http://linasturmoil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;a href="http://www.al-ordon.com/blog"&gt;Hani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm writing this, I got tagged again by 7ala!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116543587984676899?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116543587984676899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116543587984676899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116543587984676899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116543587984676899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116527000641000312</id><published>2006-12-04T23:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:06:46.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't think to find a title.. so u name it.</title><content type='html'>Yes, you are right. It's 12:00 midnight. But I'm not up because &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/11/late-night-ramble.html"&gt;I'm playing and dowloading songs&lt;/a&gt;. I have an ear infection.. and I have a fever, I'm trembling with cold putting on my heaviest winter jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wnat to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. But I can't. So what to do? write a post! what a good reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be boring! I can't concentrate, and I have nothing to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm gonna leave all the spelling mistakes, so you can know what state of mind I'm in at the moment! I feel ini 3am bahlwes min il skhooneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this irrelated bunch of words have to end, I can't control my fingers anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache too. I hate illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song of the post&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shu hal ayyam ili wsilnala - Ziad Rahbani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Please tell me what you think! you can find it on 6arab.com. I tried to get you the exact link but the site is down! sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116527000641000312?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116527000641000312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116527000641000312&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116527000641000312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116527000641000312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/12/cant-think-to-find-title-so-u-name-it.html' title='Can&apos;t think to find a title.. so u name it.'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116492042672115014</id><published>2006-11-30T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:00:29.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Planet Meeting - A refreshing experience</title><content type='html'>Today was not the best since it started. I woke up on a very bad pain in my back. I played Aerobics yesterday, first time since ages, so my back is killing me..&lt;br /&gt;But my day has ended in the best way it could.. It was the first time I make it to the JP meeting..&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people.. And It feels really good to see the people I read about almost daily.. I felt that the missing part of the puzzle was finally in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people I was hoping to meet but unfortunately didn't. Hope I will some other time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to meet all of you guys, I'm not sure I can remember all names so I'm not gonna start so as not to forget anyone.. But I have to say, I was very pleased to finaaly meet &lt;a href="http://blog.sweetestmemories.com/"&gt;Qwaider&lt;/a&gt;!! He is Number 1 reader of this blog! Thanks Qwaider! I will leave the pictures job for him since he was the camera man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to old view cafe as well.. A lovely place that I will definately come back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the post: Kalimat - Majida Al Roomi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116492042672115014?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116492042672115014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116492042672115014&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116492042672115014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116492042672115014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/11/jordan-planet-meeting-refreshing.html' title='Jordan Planet Meeting - A refreshing experience'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116486640538064156</id><published>2006-11-30T07:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:00:06.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Two Minute Management Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good morning everyone&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I had received a valuable email like this one. This is why i've liked to share it with everyone and am sure we all need to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a two minute management lesson? Because we all need some management "Continuing Education" every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lesson One:*An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A smallrabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit on my ass like youand do nothing?" The eagle answered, "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit saton the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Management Lesson:* To be sitting on your ass and doing nothing,you must be sitting very high up.*Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:*A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able toget to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy." "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my manure droppings?"replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of manure and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot theturkey out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Management Lesson:* Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lesson Three:*A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out. He lay there all warm and happy and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Management Lessons:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;(3) When you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut.This ends your two-minute management course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: i dont know the writer but i have to thank him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116486640538064156?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116486640538064156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116486640538064156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116486640538064156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116486640538064156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-minute-management-lesson.html' title='A Two Minute Management Lesson'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463266114159965761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116484388396377971</id><published>2006-11-30T01:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:44:44.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night ramble!</title><content type='html'>Who said&lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/11/adsl.html"&gt; ADSL&lt;/a&gt; is good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:00 a.m, I'm dead tired and sleepy, but I'm still up, downloading songs, and playing games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I do anyting more useful? But honestly, I like the bunch of songs I downloaded.. All Arabic. Did I ever mention that I'm an "arabic-culture" Fan? I love arabic music, arabic series!! and I don't watch much movies! I like english music.. only the oldies! And you know what? I love egypt, and egyptian.. I have been to Cairo twice this year.. and I am definately in love with it... How can you not love "mloukhieh bil araneb"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell you about any of these trips, did  I? bad me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the second time I was on a business trip for an amazing course in Organizational Behaviour.. This course is definately worth another post! In that visit, My friend and I, Proudly, became wedding crashers!! Here was the daily program:&lt;br /&gt;Finish course at 6:30, go around Cairo and have dinenr till around 12:30 -1, and then, continue the sahra at the wedding that would be taking place in the hotel! by the third night, the waiter in the hotel gave us that dirty look of "What the hell do you both do here every night, aren't you the same annoying guests I see around the hotel??" !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously, how can I not be in love with such a city? So ancient, so cultured, so filled with the smell of history? How can you not love a city where people would start talking to you in the street? smiling all the time? How can't I adore the pyramids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what Do I feel at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm in my 4th year of university.. I used to stay up infront of my computer, in the very same place where I am now, suposedly studying or working on some stupid project that was due next week and I just found out about yesterday! but eventualy ending up doing something totally irrelevant, and time-wasting! what makes me feel so most, are the songs I'm hearing now.. The very same bunch of songs of that period of my life..&lt;br /&gt;Why are songs so related to people and places? They always trigger a memeory about a place, someone and even time of the year.. What is amazing about it is that when I hear a song, the memory is so strong that I can feel the atmosphere of it.. feel cold if it was winter, and feel like going out with fridns if it's summer... SO amazing.. I love memories.. There are so many things I smile when I remember.. well quite a lot that regret too, but lets not go there, I will leave it a happy night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.. Do you know this phase when you're so tired so u become high?!!! This is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definately didn't know that this post was going to contain all these unrelated, un-interesting (is that the right form? is it un-intersting or not intersting? I honestly can't think staright now) topics! But that's what you get when you decide to be nice enough to read my late night posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you can't imagine the number of mistakes I found when I proof-read this! SO if you find anymore, please forgive my mental status now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tawq al Yasameen" - MAjida Al Roomi&lt;br /&gt;"R7 &amp;alfak bil Ghoson ya 2asfour - Wadee3 al Safi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do hear them sometime.. My ever favorite songs.. And if you need any further advice about great songs, that are not very well known.. just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116484388396377971?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116484388396377971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116484388396377971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116484388396377971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116484388396377971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/11/late-night-ramble.html' title='Late night ramble!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116464550683425569</id><published>2006-11-27T16:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:38:29.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ADSL</title><content type='html'>I have to admit.. Yes, I didn't have ADSL connection till yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, not very long time ago, I didn't even have a PC at home. Honestly, I got fed up from computers, I had enough from them having to sit there in front of the screen 8 hours a day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I am a web-enabled person! And I like this ADSL thing, quite quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I expect myself to write a more often, and participate a bit more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116464550683425569?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116464550683425569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116464550683425569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116464550683425569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116464550683425569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/11/adsl.html' title='ADSL'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116454308786196688</id><published>2006-11-26T14:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T14:11:27.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone missed me around?</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I worte a word... Well, ages since so many things, Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;- Ages since I worte a word&lt;br /&gt;- Ages since I checked Jordan Planet&lt;br /&gt;- Ages since I checked any of my favorite blogs..&lt;br /&gt;- Ages since I opened my own blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages since I did anything useful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly lost every interest in everything I like... Even going out! I seem to be so stuck at home these days.. I have so many things to do, but I'm just too lazy to go out and do any.. Are these symptoms of depression?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing specific that I would like to say in this "shallow" post! Just wanted to tell you I"m still alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116454308786196688?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116454308786196688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116454308786196688&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116454308786196688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116454308786196688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/11/anyone-missed-me-around.html' title='Anyone missed me around?'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116326967126398372</id><published>2006-11-11T20:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:27:51.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE KSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I HATE KSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I HATE KSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE KSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE KSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE KSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116326967126398372?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116326967126398372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116326967126398372&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116326967126398372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116326967126398372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-ksa.html' title='I HATE KSA'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116306023488245529</id><published>2006-11-09T10:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:17:14.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A year ago..</title><content type='html'>At this day last year.. 3 hotels in Amman were attacked by terrorists..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116306023488245529?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116306023488245529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116306023488245529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116306023488245529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116306023488245529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/11/year-ago.html' title='A year ago..'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116163655862451249</id><published>2006-10-23T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:49:18.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak...</title><content type='html'>I was definately surprised when it was anounced the Eid is not today...&lt;br /&gt;But here we are.. Ramdan is leaving us, and we will be celebrating Eid tomrrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God acceppt our fasting, prayers and good deeds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid to you All.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116163655862451249?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116163655862451249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116163655862451249&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116163655862451249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116163655862451249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak...'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116150108214995781</id><published>2006-10-22T09:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T09:11:22.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story: Where is the concious of our doctors?</title><content type='html'>Important Note: I am not mentioning any names as I don’t want to hurt the family of the man, they are suffering enough.. For any one of his family who is reading this, I deeply apologize if this hurts you in any way. I am just as sad and wounded as you are, and I thought that we should do something, at least object, on such irresponsible behaviors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate's father passed away last week. It was a car accident…&lt;br /&gt;He and his relative were together when suddenly a car from the opposite side lands on them, of course it was due to the crazy speed the people in the other car drove, they jumped on the other side causing a deadly accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car accidents are indeed tragedies, and are harvesting many souls.. I heard there are 225 people who died in Ramadan due to car accidents. But this is not what I wanted to share…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's father was lucky, while his relative passed away on the spot. He was ok, and actually got out from the accident. He went to the hospital to be with his relative and finalize his papaers... While he was at the hospital, he felt something is wrong. Being a doctor, he knew what it was. So he approached the doctor there telling him that he is having blood accumulating in his head, and he needs a surgery to get this blood out of his head. The doctor, ignorant enough, told him he is all right, and nothing is wrong with him. The man insisted telling him that he is a doctor and he knows there is a bleeding in his head, blood is accumulating and it needs to be out now. But the doctor still did not care and reiterated that the man was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he left the hospital to go to another one seeking medical help, and passed away on his way….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of hospitals we have? What kind of doctors are we putting our lives in their hands? Shouldn't the doctor be a bit more responsible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know what to say.. It just made me shiver for hours after I heard the story… I am wondering, how does that doctor feel now? After the man died because of his ignorance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were there any actions taken by the responsible parties to punish this doctor? or at least investigae what happened? I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116150108214995781?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116150108214995781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116150108214995781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116150108214995781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116150108214995781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/10/true-story-where-is-concious-of-our.html' title='True Story: Where is the concious of our doctors?'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116064101112759553</id><published>2006-10-12T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:16:51.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>JP's Iftar! Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.jo/images?q=tbn:0-h_R0bLgKRpwM:http://www.photonetwork.co.za/Photographers/emwe/Sleepy%2520lioness%2520peeking%2520Kgalagadi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goona miss today's Iftar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I was looking forward to it, but I'm not gonna be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;I had a very hectic week. Yesterday and the day before I was stuck with activities with my company till around midnight, and today I can't think of anything but bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="97" src="http://images.google.jo/images?q=tbn:0-h_R0bLgKRpwM:http://www.photonetwork.co.za/Photographers/emwe/Sleepy%2520lioness%2520peeking%2520Kgalagadi.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hope I will be able to catch the next meeting, (if I am not in KSA already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all Bloggers, I am still looking forward to meeting you all someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116064101112759553?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116064101112759553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116064101112759553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116064101112759553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116064101112759553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/10/jps-iftar-enjoy.html' title='JP&apos;s Iftar! Enjoy'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-116003986557519061</id><published>2006-10-05T11:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:04:58.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan's Fault</title><content type='html'>I had studied engineering for five years, but seems that those were lost years of my life as they don't seem to help me! I feel I am confused about calculating the real distances between countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in KSA 14000 Km away from home, but surprisingly enough I can't take this trip back home, and guess what! It's not because I am sick, it's not because I can't take it, and it's not because I don't want to, It's simply because I haven't finish my papers here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I can feel my self so far away from home; I can simply sense the feeling of being in jail and believe me it's not a nice feeling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whose fault is this? It's not mine for sure, nor is it the company I work in, according to the KSA Standards it is : &lt;strong&gt;Ramadan's Fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I refused to believe that this lovely month can create such a disaster in my life, nevertheless what if you need to finish your papers in a country that treat this month as a "handicapped" month, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Government employees get to work at 12 Midday and leave at 1:15 pm! (This is the real work time not the published). Of course they take 45 minutes before the time of praying and another 45 minutes after it ".&lt;br /&gt;2- They only work until the 18th of this month; the rest is a vocation, to make them feel the holy month and practice Islam, otherwise they will get back to worshipping stones!!&lt;br /&gt;3- Ramadan is only for praying, because it's hard to pray and work at the same time, either this or that. So every one you ask about your papers will simply remind you that this Ramadan, "go and pray bro, its better than your papers" (They made me feel that they only Pray in Ramadan )&lt;br /&gt;4- Most of the important employees in the government take half of the month as a vocation, some of it to do Omra and the rest at the beaches of Dubai to forget about this hard month. (of course those are the people I need their signature, lucky me)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you all can see, here in KSA it's the fault of Ramadan if your life is stopped for 35 days, why? because as you can feel here they notice Islam only a couple of days before Ramdan, the rest of the years its for TV , and tourism and show off in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive us God for the silly way some people around us treat Ramadan. And dear Ramadan, I will always love you the way I do. It's just that those people didn't get the message, I don't know maybe not working in Ramadan is better for them, because I am afraid if they do they will get " Hubal" back to Makka!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-116003986557519061?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/116003986557519061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=116003986557519061&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116003986557519061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/116003986557519061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadans-fault.html' title='Ramadan&apos;s Fault'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463266114159965761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115918423830735379</id><published>2006-09-25T16:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:25:38.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions..</title><content type='html'>How hard is it to loose a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know you have lost your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad should you be feeling for loosing a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was He/She &lt;em&gt;a friend&lt;/em&gt; in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a one-sided friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it just the circumstances around you both that made you "think" you were friends, and then, by the absence of the cause it vanishes away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it always keep a friend to be faithful, loving and forgiving? or those are irrelative variables?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115918423830735379?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115918423830735379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115918423830735379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115918423830735379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115918423830735379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/09/questions.html' title='Questions..'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115825397656609933</id><published>2006-09-14T20:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:12:56.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sari is kissing Amman goodbye and  flying to Ryadh.</title><content type='html'>You can never know if this is the right dicision or not. But we have taken it with all the risks it hides, hoping it will turn out to be the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari has gotten a job offer in KSA - Ryadh. And he will be leaving Amman on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be following him. That is when is paperwork gets done. Having Ramdan so soon, it might take longer than I would want it to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would have to find us a home and buy a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, people in Ryadh, or in Amman, any advice? any suggestions on how to go about things the easiest way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115825397656609933?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115825397656609933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115825397656609933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115825397656609933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115825397656609933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/09/sari-is-kissing-amman-goodbye-and.html' title='Sari is kissing Amman goodbye and  flying to Ryadh.'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115796747635163768</id><published>2006-09-11T12:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:48:19.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11th... What does it mean to you?</title><content type='html'>Today, it's been 5 years since, well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my special nephew "Ahmad" was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/240351147_249a6d144e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's true, he was born at 2:00 a.m. Tuesday, 11-9-2001!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/97/240351145_8b599a080b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Ahmad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/83/240351143_3d9ef7ee74_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115796747635163768?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115796747635163768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115796747635163768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115796747635163768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115796747635163768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-11th-what-does-it-mean-to.html' title='September 11th... What does it mean to you?'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115761064846678105</id><published>2006-09-07T09:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:11:21.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to blog.</title><content type='html'>Sooo.. Time to blog I think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about? I still don't know.. Seems that you will have to listen to me thinking aloud (well, you have to appreciate it, I rarely think)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.sweetestmemories.com/"&gt;Qwaider&lt;/a&gt; made a comment on an &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-makes-successful-blog.html"&gt;earlier post&lt;/a&gt;, suggesting that I should write about miserable women in the middle east.. I thought about it, it could be a really good post that could get my blog better stats! But then I decided: No. I'm not going to write about it. Why? Because I am not miserable being a women in the Middle East. Of course that doesn’t negate the fact that some women (I don’t know the proportion of "some"! it can be "a few", or "the majority") are actually miserable living in the middle east. I think this might be caused – at one level – by the old mentality that some "middle-easterns" posses, I don’t want to start analyzing and looking for reasons for this phenomena, but – Thank God- I'm not one of those women who ever felt miserable.. I think it's because I had a very understanding, open minded parents and family,&lt;br /&gt;which drove everything else in my life to be like wise, my school, my education, it even taught me how to choose my friends.. To make a long story short, I am a happy person, satisfied with my life! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Qwaider for making me realize that! I know you didn't mean it! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is a very effective tool to help me organize my thoughts. Whenever I start writing a post I note how discrete and unconnected my thoughts are, and sometimes I feel that either no one would understand what I am trying to say, or they would be shouting at their PC's for how redundant I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,, this post shows how unconnected I am. But you know, this is how I want this post in particular to be, I want to speak about everything is my mind.. I have so many small things to tell that can't be each in a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you how fascinated I am about the world of dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I remembered a piece of information I once read that I thought to be very interesting. (If anyone is wondering why yesterday, it's because I slept at 7:30 p.m., and woke up at 7:30 next day!!) ok, what was the interesting piece of information?&lt;br /&gt;It was about dreaming. When we go to sleep, we normally need sometime before we start dreaming, around 20 minutes (correct me if I am wrong, I might have forgotten the exact number). After this period of time, we go into a phase called REM (Rapid Eye movement) which is the phase in which we dream. The interesting part of it, is that our bodies become PARALYZED during REM, to prevent our bodies from acting our dreams. For instance, did it ever happen to you, being just about to sleep, dream you are falling, and then actually feeling your body moving quickly when you are "falling", a reaction your body might take when you are ACTUALLY falling, that's because you haven’t yet gone into the REM phase, and so you body is still not paralyzed. This theory explains why some people walk while they are sleeping. It's because they have sleeping disorders, they don’t go into the REM phase and their bodies don't become paralyzed! I really find that amazing. I will look into some resources about it and let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW,, this unconnected stream of thoughts seems to be longer than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to Aqaba this weekend. &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/off-to-aqaba-this-weekend.html"&gt;Again&lt;/a&gt;?! Yes! But with work this time! Our lovely company is taking us for a relaxing weekend in Aqaba. It's gonna be fun, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, a group of our colleagues at work left to Omra yesterday, it's a trip arranged again by our company. The bus took off from the company's backyard! It was very touching when we were saying goodbye to them . I was about to cry… The feeling I had looking at them getting ready to go, with girls having veils on (although they are not veiled, but for the purpose of Ihram), I wish I go someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else I have in mind to share on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a friend I miss! &lt;a href="http://linasturmoil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lina&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Although we work together, but ever since I came back to work from my honeymoon, things have been going crazily, we are all very busy at work, and we (Lina and I) no longer work on the same initiative. IT seems that she is so busy too, she is not blogging either!! Lina, we are waiting for you to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have enough from my unrelated talks? Ok catch you some other time then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ya, it seems that I am on my way to take an important decision: I will kick Sari out of this blog, he is an inactive member!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115761064846678105?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115761064846678105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115761064846678105&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115761064846678105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115761064846678105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-blog.html' title='I want to blog.'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115694530986088955</id><published>2006-08-30T16:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:44:52.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Furture?!</title><content type='html'>I had a bizarre dream! I dreamt that I am living in year 2006! Wow, what an amazing world it is at that time.. All people have new nice cars, they have telephones that you can take anywhere you go and you will still receive phone calls, they call them "mobile phones".&lt;br /&gt;They have rockets, and they have actually landed on the moon. It is just astonishing the technology they have!&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that new invention that has just been announced a couple of months ago in the USA that they call "Computers"? We think it will never be usable, and it is very large, it needs a whole room by itself. Surprisingly, there in year 2006, they can't live without it, they have it in the size of a notebook; they take it with them wherever they go. And they have something called Internet, they run it on those tiny computers they have. This Internet thing is just freaky, they say you can send a letter any place in the world just by pressing a button, I can't believe it, how could that "button" fly overseas and reach the destination you want? thats not the end of the story, your letters reachs directly to the house of the person you want your letter to go to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what else they have on this Internet? They have something called &lt;strong&gt;Jordan Planet&lt;/strong&gt;, where all Jordanian people who like to write can write there and people read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this Jordan Planet that woke me up from my dream, brining me back to the real date! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 31, 1969!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115694530986088955?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115694530986088955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115694530986088955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115694530986088955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115694530986088955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-furture.html' title='Back to the Furture?!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115685273646257726</id><published>2006-08-29T14:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:58:56.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><content type='html'>This is how my office was waiting for me on &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html"&gt;my birthday&lt;/a&gt; morning. That was a while ago, but I just got the pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/90/228131327_e40cff4cc5_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/77/228131325_3ce2206e88_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/97/228131324_68c4e02641_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115685273646257726?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115685273646257726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115685273646257726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115685273646257726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115685273646257726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115675854302118502</id><published>2006-08-28T12:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:49:03.033+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a successful blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="137" alt="" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:rDBK3rkkIN58FM:http://www.itrc.ucf.edu/conferences/fetc2004/images/thinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love my blog. And I love the whole blogosphere. I amazed of how addicted to it I got, how up to date and connected to the world it makes me feel just reading blogs here and there. Especially when it comes to someone like me who neither reads newspapers (that's bad I know) nor watches news at TV (even worse!). This is one reason I love blogosphere, but it's not the most important one. I love how close to people it makes you feel. Although you might not know those people in person, but blogs are wonderful communication tool that makes you feel you are living the life of bloggers day by day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But the big question is: How do you manage a successful blog? What determines if your blog is successful? Traffic might be the answer. But what I perceive to be a much better indicator is the number of comments you get. As people might visit your blog, but they wouldn't leave comments unless they find your posts very interesting. Or, at least, I don't leave comments unless I'm really interested in what's written, and in the blog as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here comes that bad news… According to my own indicator of successful blogs, ours is not :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions for other indicators? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115675854302118502?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115675854302118502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115675854302118502&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115675854302118502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115675854302118502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-makes-successful-blog.html' title='What makes a successful blog?'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115668033370170755</id><published>2006-08-27T15:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:19:21.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A thorough look into me..</title><content type='html'>Facts about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I am 25 years old, a Leo.&lt;br /&gt;2- I love music.&lt;br /&gt;3- My favorite dish: Hard question, I have many! Well, mloukhieh (Jews Mellow!) and war2 3inab (vine leaves).&lt;br /&gt;4- My favorite program: Tom &amp; Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;5- My favorite pet: I don’t like pets in general, but &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/tom-but-no-jerry.html"&gt;Tom &lt;/a&gt;is fine!&lt;br /&gt;6- I love mathematics and dealing with numbers. I have an amazing memory for numbers.&lt;br /&gt;7- I am a talkative person.&lt;br /&gt;8- I love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I do not like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I am easily intimidated, even when I know my stuff 100% sure.&lt;br /&gt;2- I have a loud profile that people think I'm aggressive all the time.&lt;br /&gt;3- I explode fast.&lt;br /&gt;4- I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;5- I lack determination – too spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;6- I eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;7- I am too skeptical about things.&lt;br /&gt;8- I have very bad time management skills. I can't find time to do things I love; reading, practicing my French, playing Piano… and many more&lt;br /&gt;9- I am always sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;10- I am not athletic.&lt;br /&gt;11- At certain situations I loose my self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I rarely hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;2- I have a tender heart that feels pity for every creature, even my teddy bear. – Is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;3- I am sincere.&lt;br /&gt;4- I can never hurt anyone on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;5- I love to help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would change if I go back in time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I would have put more effort on my studies; in school, university and post graduate studies. 2- I would have never stopped playing Basketball and volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;3- I would have participated more in extra-circular activities.&lt;br /&gt;4- I would have chosen people I knew and dealt with with more care.&lt;br /&gt;5- I would have never socialized with some people.&lt;br /&gt;6- I would have studied a different topic for my post-graduate studies.&lt;br /&gt;7- I would have seized the chance of living abroad alone for a year to learn more from the experience and gain knowledge and expertise that comes from different cultures.&lt;br /&gt;8- I would have taken more care for weight gain, and never gained as much as I did in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I wish I learn about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Medicine: everything about how our bodies work, why we get ill, and how to cure diseases.&lt;br /&gt;2- How mobile technology works.&lt;br /&gt;3- Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;4- Babies' world (up to 3 years old): what do they think? What do they know? What do they understand? Their cognition of their surrounding environment before and after they are born. 5- Dreams' world: How do we dream, what happens when we sleep, what do our dreams mean? 6- The truth about sixth sense, telepathy and ESP (extrasensory perception).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I should do before I die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Revive my French language, build on it and become fluent.&lt;br /&gt;2- Revive my basic knowledge of playing piano, and continue to learn it to become a good pianist.&lt;br /&gt;3- Learn to exercise daily.&lt;br /&gt;4- Have my own successful business.&lt;br /&gt;5- Read, read, and read.&lt;br /&gt;6- Have a nice home with a peaceful, loving and outstanding family.&lt;br /&gt;7- Master English!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115668033370170755?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115668033370170755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115668033370170755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115668033370170755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115668033370170755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/thorough-look-into-me_27.html' title='A thorough look into me..'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115667952264400871</id><published>2006-08-27T14:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:54:57.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Tom :(</title><content type='html'>Alright, it's not that I'm going to bug you every now and then with stories about &lt;a href="http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/tom-but-no-jerry.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Tom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but I thought you should know the end of the story since you -reluctantly- witnessed the beginning of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Tom. He is lost. We missed him Wednesday night, I thought he would come back, but unfortunately, he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the boys in the area took him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested to know how I feel, I feel awful about it. I am very sad he is gone. I wish he comes back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I mentioned earlier that I didn’t know if he is a HE or SHE. I assumed in my previous post that he is a SHE. I don’t know why now the assumption is that he is a HE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115667952264400871?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115667952264400871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115667952264400871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115667952264400871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115667952264400871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-more-tom.html' title='No more Tom :('/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115614694360245882</id><published>2006-08-21T10:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:55:43.770+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom, But NO Jerry!</title><content type='html'>Sari Loves cats. So we were planning to get one as we have a small garden around our home... But somehow we couldn't find one and then we got too busy and almost forgot about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we had to go to my father's farm - which is located in Mahes, a small town after Fuheis, 16 km from Amman, specifically, from our home. - to drive someone there. It was around sunset, and just before we arrived there, we saw a very small kitty meowing… I think she is no older than two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/65/220819660_3ebc43f0fd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/65/220819660_3ebc43f0fd_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sari, look at this kitty… she is very nice,, please stop!"&lt;br /&gt;"She wouldn’t allow you to come near her Reem."&lt;br /&gt;"Just stop please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he stopped. I opened the door, and before I could do anything else or step any further the cat was in my lap, meowing hardly. She was STARVING. I had some pastries with me so I got one out and gave it to her. I would never forget the way she started eating it.. In less than one minute, it was all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took her back home with us. She is so thin! We named her "Tom"!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a vet to check on her and vaccinate her today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm not sure if it's a She or HE! I assumed she is a SHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/220819656_69bd13836d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very lovely, loves to play, and was puzzled by the Argeeleh yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/96/220820975_463c3826f3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/69/220819658_9bc0f4a58a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/66/220819654_2e8d966d3b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats are nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115614694360245882?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115614694360245882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115614694360245882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115614694360245882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115614694360245882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/tom-but-no-jerry.html' title='Tom, But NO Jerry!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115563151529586309</id><published>2006-08-15T11:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:45:15.643+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Aqaba this weekend!</title><content type='html'>I had to work on a friday two weekends ago, so I will be compensated for it by taking this thursday off.. Trying to make the best out of this three-day holiday, we decided to go to Aqaba! Well, nothing too extraordinary, but I'm happy about it and looking forward to it. We're staying in Coral Bay Hotel. Any feed back about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115563151529586309?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115563151529586309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115563151529586309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115563151529586309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115563151529586309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/off-to-aqaba-this-weekend.html' title='Off to Aqaba this weekend!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115553918251250789</id><published>2006-08-14T09:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:06:23.043+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:It5LUXV3QK5fVM:http://static.flickr.com/55/146228690_36b5e97fe5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:It5LUXV3QK5fVM:http://static.flickr.com/55/146228690_36b5e97fe5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:It5LUXV3QK5fVM:http://static.flickr.com/55/146228690_36b5e97fe5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="239" alt="" src="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:It5LUXV3QK5fVM:http://static.flickr.com/55/146228690_36b5e97fe5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:Mii901Hq5lk7SM:http://www.mothers-day-gift.biz/images/birthday%2520balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday! I feel very good today, it's weird how much we are affected by our mental state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the office to find it all filled with roses and red balloons! It looks very nice. It really made me day!! I took a picture of it but i couldn't post it as I dont have the USB port for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it! Nothing much to add about my birthday today! will tell you about the presents I got later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115553918251250789?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115553918251250789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115553918251250789&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115553918251250789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115553918251250789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115519027981646021</id><published>2006-08-10T08:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:25:54.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, but unfortunately very true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The rules of POLITICAL CORRECTNESS when it comes to the Israeli-Arab conflict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In the Middle East, it is always the Arabs that attack first, and it's always Israel who defends itself. This is called "retaliation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The Arabs, whether Palestinians or Lebanese, are not allowed to kill Israelis. This is called "terrorism".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Israel has the right to kill Arab civilians, this is called "self-defence", or these days "collateral damage".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When Israel kills too many civilians. The Western world calls for restraint. This is called the "reaction of the International community".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Palestinians and Lebanese do not have the right to capture Israeli military, not even a limited number, not even 1 or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Israel has the right to capture as many Palestinians as they want (Palestinians: around 10000 to date, 300 of which are children, Lebanese: 1000s to date, being held without trial). There is no limit; there is no need for proof of guilt or trial. All that is needed is the magic word: "terrorism".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When you say "Hezbollah", always be sure to add "supported by Syria and Iran".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When you say "Israel", never say "supported by the USA, the UK and other. European countries", for people (God forbid) might believe this is not an equal conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When it comes to Israel, don't mention the words "occupied territories", "UN resolutions", "Geneva conventions". This could distress the audience of Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Israelis speak better English than Arabs. This is why we let them speak out as much as possible, so that they can explain rules 1 through 9. This is called "neutral journalism".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rule #11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you don't agree with these rules or if you favour the Arab side over the Israeli side, you must be a very dangerous anti-Semite. You may even have to make a public apology if you express Your honest opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't democracy wonderful?!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I got this by email. I felt like sharing it. Thanks Abeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115519027981646021?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115519027981646021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115519027981646021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115519027981646021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115519027981646021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-but-unfortunately-very-true.html' title='Sad, but unfortunately very true...'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115503004603071219</id><published>2006-08-08T12:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:18:07.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arabs decide that they will demolish Israeli if &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1741/2927/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1741/2927/320/2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Arabs decide  that they will demolish Israeli if Nancy Ajram's home is touched!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; I have no doubts that Arabs will eventually  move and take action, when things get out of hand! They haven't yet, as  our lovely star is still safe at her home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have no doubt that we all have some dignity  somewhere inside; thank you Nancy for getting us together!! But I want to assure  you, in case Israel demolishes your home, I am sure that your insurance from  your beloved ones will guarantee you a new Lovely house just near Alkaba,  because this is our new strategy Nancy, this is our way to a new middle east!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am very proud that we have a red line at  least! Especially that Nancy Ajram became a symbol of arabic culture, and we as  Arab must protect the star from any harm that might get near here "keeping in  mind that she might add a lot of new albums now". &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What makes me more satisfied with this is that  Nancy might publish new albums for Lebanon due to the ongoing war there! Which  will for sure help people who are suffering there and maybe stop the war? &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/28119060-115503004603071219?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115503004603071219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115503004603071219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115503004603071219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115503004603071219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/08/arabs-decide-that-they-will-demolish.html' title='Arabs decide that they will demolish Israeli if &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463266114159965761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115374011658848085</id><published>2006-07-27T13:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:11:44.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia, Truly Asia.</title><content type='html'>I'm back.. Long time no see my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, my wedding was on the 6th of July. So I have been away from work, internet and eveything that connects me to my daily normal world for more than three weeks, I have dozens of stories to tell you about. The wedding, marriage life and events that took place over the last month... Where shall I start??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was very hesitant to post this now. I feel very bad for what is happeneing is Gaza and Lebanon. It really hurts.. I don't want to speak any politics, or make any situation analysis.. I just need to say how bad I feel about what is going on there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to go on and tell you about this unique period of my life.. Sorry for the inconvenince of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three weeks were amazing, time you steal away from everything and run away somewhere very far away to enjoy nature and peace of mind.. I feel so fresh after coming back to work from my vacation.. It was just perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,, as the title tells, this article is dedicated to tell you about my honeymoon in Malaysia. Malysia is really a piece of heaven, I can't describe how beautiful it is, and how cheap as well!!! I spent the best time of my life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, a picture is worth 1000 words, I wouldn't do much of the speaking, I will leave it to photos. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/65/198007047_f6964fbdab_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/65/198007047_f6964fbdab_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Twin Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/69/197977129_84e4e39c78_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/69/197977129_84e4e39c78_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King's Palace!! You can pass by it, take photos and say hi to the soldiers there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/77/197977128_cd4def610e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/77/197977128_cd4def610e_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/75/197974453_cf07988944_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src ="http://static.flickr.com/75/197974453_cf07988944_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy, Chinese and Japanese food. I love Sea Food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/67/197977127_81838a9038_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src = "http://static.flickr.com/67/197977127_81838a9038_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taman Sari!! The resraurant's name at our Hotel in Kuala Lumper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/65/197977126_6d172392f4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src ="http://static.flickr.com/65/197977126_6d172392f4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/71/197977123_2997730b1f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src ="http://static.flickr.com/71/197977123_2997730b1f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/70/197974456_32e2b45806_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src ="http://static.flickr.com/70/197974456_32e2b45806_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/75/197974454_89b676ce0a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src ="http://static.flickr.com/75/197974454_89b676ce0a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing nature they have, I have never seen such green lands, It is really a peice of heaven, Sub7an Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/71/197974458_e1b0fdc3fb_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src ="http://static.flickr.com/71/197974458_e1b0fdc3fb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Butterfly Farm", Penang, Malaysia. Somewhere you can see all kinds of beatiful butterflies flying around you peacefully..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115374011658848085?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115374011658848085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115374011658848085&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115374011658848085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115374011658848085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/07/malaysia-truly-asia.html' title='Malaysia, Truly Asia.'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115182833536724788</id><published>2006-07-04T17:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T10:20:04.220+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To my parents... With love....</title><content type='html'>25 years are coming to an end... I will be leaving the house I grew in, the house which embrassed me and my childhood, the house which witnessed all the events and acheivments of my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of those years for the last couple of weeks, it all passed by my mind like a tape.. My parents next to me all through the way, surrounding me with love and care.. protecting me from all that might hurt me, and from myself above all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Suddenly you regret every moment you spent away from them, busy with your freinds... you regret everything you did that they didn''t like, and then discover how selfish you were proiritizing everything else first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad... I love you so much.. you are the reason I am everything I am.. I wouldn't have made it if it wasn't all for your love, care and support...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am leaving your home,, the paradise you made for us.. I can't find words that can adequatly express my feelings.. I wish I spent more time with you.. I wish I never made you upset... I wish I wasn't all busy that days passed without spending a minute with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am leaving your home.. I wish you forgive me for anything irresponsible I did.. I want you to know that the years I spent in our house was the best in my life... I love you soooo much, and I will be forever unable to thank you or pay you back one thenth of what you gave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be this hard.. Whenever I thought of my marriage I always thought of the white dress, the happiness that day, but never really thought of this feeling I am having.. I wish I never leave you.. But I think there is no way out of it.. Life goes on, and the day will come when we will have to leave your lovely nest and try to make our own.. I promise you I will be up to your expectations, I will try to raise my children the way you raised us, though I can be up to your level.. But I will instill in them he belief in God, the respect for oneself and other, I will teach them every valuable lesson you taught me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad, I am very proud to be your daughter.. You are the best of the best... I will always look up for you both... Mum and Dad: I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you might never read this, but I will always pray for you, ask God to protect you and grant you heaven....God Bless you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115182833536724788?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115182833536724788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115182833536724788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115182833536724788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115182833536724788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-my-parents-with-love.html' title='To my parents... With love....'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115187942348884656</id><published>2006-07-03T01:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:34:16.643+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish us luck</title><content type='html'>Dear all; today am posting to thank you all for your efforts and lovely comments you had left on our page; it was very generous and helpful for both of us "me and reemo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say that I had a lot of posts here; but be sure that I had visited every single user passed by our page since we had created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we had learned from this experience isn’t something to do with wedding or procedures; in fact it has to do with creating a very huge family and very close friends at the same time (I wish all of you can feel that too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had touched me with every single visit to our page; I was very glade to feel the smile on your faces; but most of all I was very proud to pronounce your care through your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for everything, and dont forget to wish us luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115187942348884656?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115187942348884656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115187942348884656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115187942348884656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115187942348884656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/07/wish-us-luck.html' title='Wish us luck'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463266114159965761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115182683200139254</id><published>2006-07-02T10:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:53:52.013+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in feelings</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to write for so long! And now I'm stealing a moment to write this! It's strnage how I miss the blog and blogosphere, and how I got addicted to it in less than three months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty is going on my head, many things I have to do and follow up on. Tomorrow is my shower party, and I will be going in an hour or so to check on the DJ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend have been so hectic, my brother arrived on friday.. I started packing and will be moving my stuff to my home today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I feel I am soo busy minded, I no longer can sleep well!! That is the pre-marriage syndrome, isn't it?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many many strange feelings about it.. starting my own life, leaving my parents house... I sometimes feel I lost the enthusiasm in all this hassle of feelings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you really have to excuse me... I have to run try finish some of the things on my list. Wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115182683200139254?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115182683200139254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115182683200139254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115182683200139254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115182683200139254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-in-feelings.html' title='Lost in feelings'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115130424739634776</id><published>2006-06-26T09:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T09:44:07.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soo,,, 9 dasy to go!!</title><content type='html'>Now that is so near! But you know? I still can't understand it! I feel like its still couple of months to go! But I actually started running after the 98742 things I have to take care of before the wedding! The zafeh, flowers, DJ, Photography, Video, the car, my dress! And there is my shower party too! Then my home!! That is giving me a headache!&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and I forgot the honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to start my vacation next Sunday. But my beloved company agreed to give me off after lunch break this whole week! I am so happy about it, I love them!! They as well give one week marriage vacation!! nice ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? My sister came from Dubai on Friday, she kept me up yesterday till 2:30 a.m!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I am supposed to get my dress today, wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to run, I am going to irbid with my manager! Ciao!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115130424739634776?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115130424739634776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115130424739634776&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115130424739634776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115130424739634776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/soo-9-dasy-to-go.html' title='Soo,,, 9 dasy to go!!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115096576084009417</id><published>2006-06-22T11:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:51:21.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking HTML help!</title><content type='html'>I am trying to add a picture on the blog headder. I have been playing around the HTML template but couldn't do it. Can anyone help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115096576084009417?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115096576084009417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115096576084009417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115096576084009417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115096576084009417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/seeking-html-help.html' title='Seeking HTML help!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115079586234160927</id><published>2006-06-20T12:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:31:02.356+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a rabit?</title><content type='html'>Sari tends to be so gentle and caring. So he really cares about what I tell him to do or not to do, he takes my opinion into consideration, he tries his best to make me happy. And when we are out with friends, he looks after me to make sure everything is just fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so lovely. What is not lovely is the way people look at this kind of relationship between any couple and interpret it into the man being "arnab" and "ma7koom". Something that would mean that the man has no personality, afraid from his wife and so he pretends to be loving and caring, and has no control whatsoever over anything in their relation. In short, he is just a follower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know it is just a joke! It's not about me personally. It's the joke around all men getting engaged and married. One famous faces of this joke is the very well known "position" given to wives; "Wazaret il da7'lieh" (Minster of internal affairs). Again indicating that women are the cruel rulers of the house, and men are just "poor, helpless" obedients who have no choice! Does this make the man "Wazeer il malieh" (Minster of finance)??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now allow me to say this: I HATE THIS JOKE! And I get really annoyed when someone says such things to Sari (and me of course)… why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1- I feel it is so intrusive from people to allow themselves to judge our relationship like that. They do not have the right to do, and they do not even know the truth about our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2- I feel it underestimates and disrespect our relationship. It puts it in a small shell, makes it look vague and meaningless and makes it look like there is nothing in relationship other than who is controlling who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the personal part of it, I wonder why is that joke so common although its untrue in 95% of the cases? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put aside the exceptional 5% of unhealthy relationships in which the above mentioned words apply, it's totally untrue and unreal. We, women, do not control men. Neither do they. They are not "araneb". Or is it just unacceptable to see a man who loves his wife, takes care of her, and considers her opinion? Does it make a man loose his manhood being kind to his wife? Is it that odd to see a couple "sharing" their life rather than "controlling" each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's not just a joke, I think it's the &lt;strong&gt;resistance of change&lt;/strong&gt;. After we have been in times where wives and daughters had no right to say anything but "Yes sir, you order", where they have been abused and mistreated, we are now changing to the better, where wives are not just followers, where their opinion counts, where they are no longer treated as a property of the man who married them, but rather partners. Such jokes are a form of the resistance to this change, which takes away the "authority" of men over their wives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The good thing about is that having this resistance means we actually succeeded to change. Resitance in all forms will always be there, and change will always continue to happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115079586234160927?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115079586234160927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115079586234160927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115079586234160927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115079586234160927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-rabit.html' title='Are you a rabit?'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115070158557172399</id><published>2006-06-19T10:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:21:59.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan planet, FINALLY</title><content type='html'>Soo.... After 34 days of blogging!! I'm finally on Jordan planet!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and excited about it :) I will seize this chance to thank whoeever is in charge of this lovely website!! Thanks and Keep up the nice work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115070158557172399?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115070158557172399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115070158557172399&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115070158557172399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115070158557172399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/jordan-planet-finally.html' title='Jordan planet, FINALLY'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115036099199617674</id><published>2006-06-15T11:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:00:30.826+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The world cup and me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sari: "Let's go back home to watch the game Reem. Please!"&lt;br /&gt;Reem: "No Sari. No way I am going to spend 2 hours watching a football game. I don't like football, and I understand nothing of it." &lt;br /&gt;Sari: "Come on… Please. Maybe you will like it. It's Saudi and Tunis today".&lt;br /&gt;Reem: "No. Listen, go by yourself and enjoy it. I will find something else to do."&lt;br /&gt;Sari: " Noo please come watch it with me, I don't want to watch it alone."&lt;br /&gt;Reem: " Ok, ok. But under one condition!! We will go to some coffee shop to watch it. It would be more fun for me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that was the compromise! We watch the game but in a coffee shop! So I called up a friend and asked her where we can go, and ended up in "le mondial café" – Abdoun. They charge entrance fees 3 JDs per person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to admit it was nice and funny. I didn’t know who should I support. Sari supported Tunis, so I thought I will support Saudi then!! The atmosphere was nice, lots of people who are soo anxious for their teams to win.. and seems it's contagious. I found myself jumping and shouting when Saudi scored their goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was a day to remember…For the first time in my life I watch a football game, support a team, jump and shout for them!!! I actually enjoyed it! Seems that football is not as bad as I thought it is! The only unfortunate thing was is that I didn’t have my digital camera :( it is with my sister in Egypt. I will post some picture of her trip when she is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is playing today??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115036099199617674?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115036099199617674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115036099199617674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115036099199617674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115036099199617674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-and-me.html' title='The world cup and me!!!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115011985904457922</id><published>2006-06-13T10:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:25:32.980+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Telecom – The directory Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jordan Telecom welcomes you. This call is charged for three and half piasters from fixed telephones. This call will be recorded for quality assurance."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really bad when I knew they started to charge for calling the directory. I read the comments of the CEO of Jordan telecom and wasn't really convinced. That is a service that should be given for free for subscribers as we all ready pay JT enough through our bills, tax and subscription fees. If such services are charged, then what does the subscription fees cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What reminded me of this topic now? It is not that I woke up late on what is happening in the country. It is because it happened that I needed to call the 1212 a couple of times today to get a couple of numbers. And none was right. It's either they give me the fax of the place I called, a branch I don’t need, a wrong number, out of service number, or they don’t have the contact I am looking for in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end up having to call them twice or three times to get the right contact, and of course they are charging me for every single call I make, although it was the mistake of their agent to give me the fax or the wrong number or whatsoever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they decide to charge me for calling them, which is unacceptable in the first place, they should at least make sure that they would actually serve me when I call them. I don't understand it when their agent tells me that they don’t have the number, or that’s the only number registered in the database. They need to update their database to include every single contact in the kingdom, make sure they don’t give out wrong contacts, and make sure I wouldn’t have to call them 3 times and be charged for each to get one contact. Only then, they might consider charging people for those calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115011985904457922?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115011985904457922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115011985904457922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115011985904457922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115011985904457922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/jordan-telecom-directory-services.html' title='Jordan Telecom – The directory Services'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-115011097769337701</id><published>2006-06-12T13:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:16:19.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I feel I have to write something for my beloved blog. I don't really have a special topic to talk about, but I will just share my feelings at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today with a strange mood.. unhappy one unfortunately. There is no reason I should be, everything is going alright, thank God. Well, maybe it's because I'm gaining too much weight and can't manage to loose any? any suggesstions for quick weight loss before my wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel neutral about everything happening around. I didn't have any feelings whatsoever towards the death of Zarqawi.. I didn't know if it was good or bad, I honestly have little faith in all kinds of media. Was he really a terrorist? Wasn't he pushed by some other third party to do such terrorist acts and then blame Arabs and muslims? I am not standing by Zarqawi or by acts he did, I felt really furuios for what happaned in our beloved Amman last november, but isn't Israel practicing terrosrism in it's worst shapes in palestine, and so are american soldiers in Iraq? Why are they celebrating his death as if he was the only terrorist on earth and world will be a heaven after he was killed? I think we still have a long long way to go before we celebrate a war-free, terrorism-free, peaceful world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate politics, I hate to talk about it. And I seem to understand nothing about it in the first place, so I would better not talk about it anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is really blank at the moment. I don't have to tell you that I'm sleepy ofcourse!! Still 3 hours to go before the end of this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do I seem to be like an unpleasant person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-115011097769337701?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/115011097769337701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=115011097769337701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115011097769337701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/115011097769337701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114975307231630772</id><published>2006-06-08T10:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:11:01.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joudy!</title><content type='html'>Joud is my niece. She is 5 years old, and just "graduated" from KG2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, she said the graduates speech!! One of the sentences she said was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;في السنة القادمة سنذهب إلى الصف الأول لنكمل تعليمنا بروح معنوية عالية&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is:" Next year we will be in the first grade where we will pursue our education with high morals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how she was saying such things she doesn’t understand at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just want to share some pictures of her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/65/162906963_67c72babd6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src= "http://static.flickr.com/65/162906963_67c72babd6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing "Laila And the Wolf"! She is the brown Wolf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/52/162906962_6567467c7c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src= "http://static.flickr.com/52/162906962_6567467c7c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/70/162906961_795958cfe5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src= "http://static.flickr.com/70/162906961_795958cfe5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying the Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/55/162906960_cbbf5232ba_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src ="http://static.flickr.com/55/162906960_cbbf5232ba_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiving to her mother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114975307231630772?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114975307231630772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114975307231630772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114975307231630772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114975307231630772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/joudy.html' title='Joudy!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114966206471994287</id><published>2006-06-07T09:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:48:50.706+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers in Our Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1741/2927/1600/Amman_2%20(web).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1741/2927/320/Amman_2%20%28web%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's true; there are strangers in our weeding; people that we don’t know. But guess what? There is always a reason for that and there is always someone that can justify such phenomenon&lt;br /&gt;What is really bothers me is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My grandmothers (Allah yer7mhom) control 80% of my wedding list&lt;/strong&gt;; well, if one of my grandmothers is to be married next month she only needs to change the directions of the cars to her home; I know that they will be more than satisfied with the wedding list and they will be very delighted seeing their best relatives around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ReemO has already talked about this topic in a previous post from a different angle. For me, what I'm concerned about now is not the invitations (I think I am now used to pay for everything, so this won't make a difference ) what really concerns me is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to tell who are these people in my weeding, would I be able to distinguish if they are intruders on my weeding or some invitees I haven't seen for ages, or maybe never??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about names or at least the roots we have!!! How can I tell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they even try to participate in our weeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those people attending to celebrate with us or are just there to get more topics to gossip about the week after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know! Anyway I can do nothing about it; I can only hope that they deserve the effort we are investing!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114966206471994287?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114966206471994287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114966206471994287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114966206471994287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114966206471994287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/strangers-in-our-wedding.html' title='Strangers in Our Wedding'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463266114159965761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114949172456733044</id><published>2006-06-05T10:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:15:24.580+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic!</title><content type='html'>Alright! I have to admit it now. I am starting to panic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own way of calculating days, I actually calculate weekends because it's only on weekends that I can work on the nitty gritty things, as during the week there isn't really much time after work. So, there are only 4 weekends left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister arrives on the 23rd. My brothers on the 30th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have many things to work on. I didn't yet figure about the honey moon. Cards are not ready yet, and we have to go arrange with the flowers guy, DJ, photography, zafeh and hotel! And of course there are couple of things I need to buy!! Ooohh, not to mention my dress and the veil, that's a headache!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is my home! It's soo dirty,, dust is everywhere. I have to find a day to go and clean it! And we have to make it's all ready for human use. The refrigerator, the washing machine, the oven!! This is Sari's job! Did I tell you that I actually tried to clean a bit over the weekend? I think it's a bit better, but there is still a lond way to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I will have to remove my wisdom teeth!! I am not yet sure of the date, but it should be ASAP, maybe late this week or early next week! Tell you a secret?  I am afraid to death!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy, as always! And Hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera doesn't work! well, not exactly, something is wrong with the batteries they don't recharge. I dont know if it's the batteries or the charger. Anyone knows where can I fix it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114949172456733044?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114949172456733044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114949172456733044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114949172456733044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114949172456733044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/06/panic.html' title='Panic!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114907524939789639</id><published>2006-05-31T13:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:34:09.793+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a question!</title><content type='html'>It's 1:35 p.m. It's lunch-break time and almost everyone is out of the office so it's kind of quiet around! I don't know if this silence is good or bad. Sometimes I love it as I feel I need to have a quiet hour to sit with myself after a hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I don't feel so. The atmosphere around makes me feel dreadfully sleepy, which brings me to the reason why I am writing this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minimum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 7.5 hours daily, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in average&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 8 - 8.5 hours, which should be perfect for adults. Now why am I always very sleepy? Sari would answer this immediately "It's cause you are not an adult, you are a 7-year-old child!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this by any chance have to do with the fact that I dream a lot? what brought this thought to my mind, not only that I dream a lot, is that while I am sleeping I have conversations with myself about the dream "being shown"!! If it is a "show"I don't like, I would tell myself " It's ok, it's a dream that will end soon!" It's like I am on two levels during my sleep, the first is deeply sleeping and dreaming, while the other is supervising and monitoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that is funny and seems totally illogical. But here is my theory about it: Dreaming this much and being so alert about dreams while I am sleeping reduces the quality of sleep I get. So maybe the 8 hourrs I take gives me the quality of 5?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114907524939789639?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114907524939789639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114907524939789639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114907524939789639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114907524939789639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-question.html' title='I have a question!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114881148674347876</id><published>2006-05-28T13:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T16:50:03.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Photos, Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4177/2969/1600/DSCF0948.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4177/2969/320/DSCF0948.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4177/2969/1600/DSCF0948.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4177/2969/1600/DSCF0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice long weekend. I had a good rest, visited some friends with Sari, Went for the celebration of The Independence Day held by Fastlink at Hussein Gardens, and most importantly, finished some tasks that have been on the 'to do' list for long. We had to move some stuff into our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say!! But I do have some pictures to share with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture up is at our home, Sari and me sitting on the balcony after Sari and his brother "Anas" finished moving the desk, paravan and my fitness flyer into the house. By the way, Thanks Anas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/78/154674509_384a1d9c1b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/72/154674508_cf06a24bb0_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/154674511_519072075b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/154674510_d77cabaf19_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/154674512_9b2b502096_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/68/154681988_d8bc828d11_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/154681987_0ced716359_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some of the photos at Hussein Gardens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/154683672_0d18a2d4b7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/154683670_c0c5e7b241_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/59/154683669_1ca272beea_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114881148674347876?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114881148674347876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114881148674347876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114881148674347876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114881148674347876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-photos-finally.html' title='Some Photos, Finally!!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114846486893009946</id><published>2006-05-24T12:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:25:15.526+03:00</updated><title type='text'>42 Days left!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4177/2969/1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4177/2969/320/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Dad's way of calculating days, crossing out today and the day of the wedding, there are only &lt;strong&gt;42 days&lt;/strong&gt; left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are confused about it; I feel it's still too far because I can't wait till it comes. But when I use my brains (which I rarely do :)) I panic as there isn't really much time left, especially when I think about the things I have to do before the 6th of July!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm exploring the options for a honeymoon. I'm being a bit frustrated about it as prices are crazily expensive. But I didn’t give up yet, I will look for more options and find the perfect package. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invitation cards are another thing! A friend of ours, actually he is Sari's brother in law, promised us to design something special for us. I am sure he will design something very nice and special. He is very talented! Ooh, you should know him guys! He is &lt;a href="http://sha3teely.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wa'el Attili&lt;/a&gt;! After I get the design, I will have to find a print house to do the job for a good price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I will stop listing as I will never finish, and there are so many thoughts I want to share here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anolita.jeeran.com/mind/archive/2006/5/52069.html"&gt;Khalida &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.black-iris.com/?p=771"&gt;Naseem &lt;/a&gt;were triggered with the wedding seasons upcoming and had some thoughts to share! I agree with the Naseem about the "middle class syndrome", I agree as well with Khalida that &lt;em&gt;SOME&lt;/em&gt; people, but not all, overdo it in weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I seem to be a bit more optimistic about the whole issue. I think I have to be since I am getting married in 42 days! I don’t think things are as bad as we think they are or as they seem to be. I don’t blame any bride who is looking forward to her wedding day and wishing to make it the most beautiful and memorable ever, even if it's going to cost a bit morem it's once in a lifetime! I want this. I want to hold a very nice party, I want to wear the white dreamy dress I want to dance till the morning and I want firewroks!!! But this would not necessarily cost us 30k! I agree that some ladies or families overdo it. But I know that many others don’t. I don’t think any mature lady would make her fiancé / husband-to-be pay 10k for the wedding ceremony while he cannot afford it! They just make the best out of their resources and plan the most important day of their lives to be just as they have been dreaming of ever since they were 5 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have different point of views of what makes your day the best, Amr Diab or just a small family dinner. But the bottom line here is: This is your day! Make the best out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what gets on my nerve in the wedding party? The list of invitees. My family has the list they want to invite, and when I look at it, I feel unhappy. More then one third of the list are people I haven't seen for the past 2 years, and wouldn’t see ever after I get married or people I don’t care about and their presence won't mean anything to me! Why do I have to invite some relatives or acquaintances that I hate to see, and I know for fact they hate me? Why do I have to have them ruin my wedding? Why do I have to invite people who will come to my wedding, sit there criticizing my dress, my make-up and the food??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem here is that you will always have number obligations. So I ended up crossing out some friends of ours that we would love to have for some people I don’t want to see at my wedding! And why is all that? It's the "wajib". They invited us. They are your relatives etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember here one of &lt;a href="http://linasturmoil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lina's&lt;/a&gt; posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I’ve learned something, and I’m making it a point to implement it in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing things because you have to. Stop going to gatherings just to fulfill social obligations. Stop the needless ‘mujamaleh’ and pleasantries, stop putting&lt;br /&gt;on masks and faking politeness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't agree more Lina!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, I am so excited about my wedding!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114846486893009946?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114846486893009946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114846486893009946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114846486893009946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114846486893009946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/42-days-left.html' title='42 Days left!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114837031166575316</id><published>2006-05-23T10:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:58:17.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3areesena Zeen il Shabab!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday was an important day! At least in the schedule of our "To do" list that seems to be endless as the wedding day is approaching!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is the important news! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sari bought the wedding suit!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Tuxedo of course!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He looks so handsome in that suit!! I really regret not having the camera to take some photos of it!! This teaches me a lesson. I will always carry the camera with me so I would be able to take photos and share them on the blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And while we were in the shop, just about to pay for the suit and leave, I started to look around, and ofcourse found million of nice stuff for Sari to buy! And I ended up convincing him that he needs this and that, and he ended up buying a bunch of trousers and shirts!! I think he hates me for that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have a question: Why don't you guys like to buy clothes? Who is overdoing it exactly? Are we overdoing our "Obssession" to buy clothes? Or you guys are overdoing not caring enough about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mabroooook Ya 3areeeees!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114837031166575316?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114837031166575316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114837031166575316&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114837031166575316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114837031166575316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/3areesena-zeen-il-shabab.html' title='3areesena Zeen il Shabab!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114794905256023278</id><published>2006-05-18T13:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:24:21.936+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4177/2969/1600/images.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4177/2969/320/images.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4177/2969/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many thoughts; I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying. Have you ever had that feeling? The need to cry? I have been holding my tears back since Tuesday noon, trying to look strong. Well, I am surprised from myself, I never had that ability to hold back my tears, I used to be very sensitive and it was the easiest thing on earth to cry. Maybe I should be happy that I learnt to control my self. Or isn’t it sad to loose the only sensitive part you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry, Yet!! But I do feel the urge need, I feel I would collapse at the first click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a question. Say you are in a middle of a discussion with someone, who thinks that you have done a big mistake (Maybe you actually did, but this is not my question), and it holds much more than it shows; that it ruined the trust, and you are irresponsible.... Then suddenly, the other person asks you: "am I exaggerating about it?" and then answers himself "I don’t think so". What is this supposed to mean? Wouldn’t it mean that somewhere deep down he feels he is actually exaggerating? I mean if that person did not feel he's gone too far, would that thought of being "Exaggerative " cross his mind? It wouldn’t cross my mind unless I really feel I am exaggerating, BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More problems are coming in the way. I really feel down! I know I seem to be a very bad-mooded person, and I know it's not fun at all reading such posts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a weekend to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life seems better after eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope no other problems are waiting for me behind the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114794905256023278?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114794905256023278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114794905256023278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114794905256023278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114794905256023278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114786925240371538</id><published>2006-05-17T14:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:20:39.926+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused, and a bit upset!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1741/2927/1600/Digital%20Script.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1741/2927/320/Digital%20Script.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's so ironic how life keeps surprising us. Few months ago I was feeling lost; not because I didn't know where I was going but because I didn't feeling I was at the right place at all.&lt;br /&gt;Every while and then anyone of us would feel the need of change, the need of joining in a new company with a new atmosphere, the need to improve and impress more people with your talents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So this is what happened to me, suddenly and out of the blue, I decided to change my career path; it was obvious I am going to do, especially with the huge numbers I am being offered from other companies outside Jordan, the low future opportunities and the minimal attention I am receiving from mine. It raised my ego being wanted, and also raised my worries about staying in my company. So after all I decided to go and explore more opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But it seemed like opportunities were looking for me this time. One afternoon, I was shocked with someone calling me asking to see me for an interview. I went there and met him. He seemed to be a very nice businessperson with a good package in his basket (how do I know? Good question! Well, it's my talent to know people). It was a good interview, I think I fulfilled his needs and impressed him that he almost asked me to get back with him and start immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t have anything solid yet. Although I have always rejected all the offers I got to go outside Jordan (for my family's sake, nothing else), it seems that I am now ready to take the trip for a better future (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I started thinking that I should work on creating a strong team to handle all my responsibilities around here, and so my leave would go more smoothly. There will still be gaps that only me can cover due to personality and experience I have, but I can't hand those over (Thank GOD!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although I was happy with how things evolved, I somehow began to have second thoughts about it and felt I did a mistake that I was going to leave my manager, who is my friend initially (in everything except money!!)&lt;br /&gt;And I got stuck in this trap, until a friend advised me to take a look at the overall picture, listen to the ongoing debates in the company, and see where we are standing at the time being. Then it suddenly hit my mind, this golden rule that says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I became very loyal to my company and manager, while I was just another employee there!&lt;br /&gt;I looked around I found my self in a very good position, I am a key person to my company and to My VIP clients as well. Nevertheless, I won't get any further with the current procedures and policies at the company. I had to face it; the world is running around someone else these days.&lt;br /&gt;Why Am I so upset now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After I almost took my decision of leaving and moving ahead in my life, my destiny has a surprise for me!&lt;br /&gt;We are having what we call the storm of resignations at the company; I won't talk about the reasons of those resignations because I don’t know for sure if what I heard was the real ones. However, I will talk about what happened to me after the news had spread all around.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I was suddenly pulled up to the highest and most important level in the company, higher even than the level of the owner himself! Of course without the boy driving my car or an open account in my bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What really bothers me here is not the change or the conflict I had with the options on the table. It’s the way how things changed in the company, I know now that I can ask for anything I want do whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What I really don’t know is: wasn’t it so obvious for my manager that he had gambled on the wrong horse for a long time? The funny thing is that he expected to collect the same number from his second best horse. Ignoring that in life there is no such in-between decisions. Wasn't it clear for him which horse was going to win?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, do I really make others my priority while I am their option? Do I have to emphasize every single task and achievement to my manager in order to get his full attention? Or may be as ReemO always says, I just expect too much from others….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114786925240371538?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114786925240371538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114786925240371538&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114786925240371538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114786925240371538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/confused-and-bit-upset.html' title='Confused, and a bit upset!'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463266114159965761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114784935034404759</id><published>2006-05-17T10:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:24:56.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience tells you what to do; confidence allows you to do it.</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that today is a distinguished one in my life. Three months ago I interviewed a fresh graduat from Yarmuk University, although it was my seventh interview that day but I was astonished with the willing to do and the smooth and sweet confident he had. In that day I was very amazed that such a poor and aged educational system can let go for some exceptions in the market. He was very worried if eventually he would find his chance to prove him self, or is it just relations that can create chances. Believe me I've tried my best to take him in my team, but he was right someone from the top management has a deal that needeed some extra effort to close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the good news came and finally I could do someone a big favor by empowering his team with this new and pure blood. I know that he deserves the chance and I really wish him the best, not because I am tough with the quality of the teams I create and I always search for the best fit; but because he had worked hardly on himself and I like that. Finaly my friend I wish you can read this some day because I am not telling you about it. And you know that if you don’t know were you are going any road will take you there. Its just the right way that make it easier, permanent and enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114784935034404759?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114784935034404759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114784935034404759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114784935034404759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114784935034404759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/experience-tells-you-what-to-do_17.html' title='Experience tells you what to do; confidence allows you to do it.'/><author><name>Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463266114159965761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114770202082966678</id><published>2006-05-15T17:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:08:54.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to writing, with a Thank-You note</title><content type='html'>Writing used to be a hobby of mine. I am saying "used to be" because it has been ages since I last wrote a word. It has been probably three years now! At some time in my life I used to keep diaries, I remember that I used to write when I felt bad, or when I had any feeling I need to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I stop? I don’t know. I even feel I lost the talent of writing, that is if I had one in the first place! I think I wasn't too bad, I always used to get the best marks for that boring part of English and Arabic lessons: Composition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!! What am I trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I wanted to say that I decided to start writing again. I am not sure how good I am going to be, or if I would actually keep up with this! But the important thing I would like to share here is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Lina&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all bloggers know Lina very well. And I was lucky to be her colleague!&lt;br /&gt;She inspires me too much, and I have to admit that this is all her influence on me. I honestly have to say that I can't remember I was ever this strongly affected by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114770202082966678?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114770202082966678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114770202082966678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114770202082966678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114770202082966678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-to-writing-with-thank-you-note.html' title='Back to writing, with a Thank-You note'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28119060.post-114767133749127514</id><published>2006-05-15T08:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:35:37.503+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>Hello All!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog, and first post. I know I should first introduce myself to this lovely blogosphere! But I think I have chosen the wrong timing. I am so sleepy at the moment that the only thing I can think about is my warm BED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will just say Hi to all now, hoping I will be posting something more interesting soon. when I wake up hopefully (I'd better do or I will get fired!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28119060-114767133749127514?l=namnoo3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/feeds/114767133749127514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28119060&amp;postID=114767133749127514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114767133749127514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28119060/posts/default/114767133749127514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namnoo3.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Reem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344099491124936189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
