<?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-2100112333317883605</id><updated>2012-01-11T05:52:02.300-08:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='shows'/><category term='Egypt'/><category term='list'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Istanbul'/><category term='books'/><category term='Mr.Bibi'/><category term='Ramadan'/><category term='death'/><category term='tag'/><category term='poll'/><category term='photos'/><category term='KAUST'/><category term='cookie'/><category term='eid'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='an ugly truth'/><category term='crzay'/><category term='summer'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='world cup'/><category term='sports'/><category term='age'/><category term='OSCARS'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='dating'/><category term='Spanish'/><category term='braces'/><category term='football'/><category term='celebs'/><category term='learning'/><category term='friends'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='restaurants'/><category term='Dentist'/><category term='me'/><category term='freaky Saudis'/><category term='red carpet'/><category term='guys'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='music'/><category term='sarcasms'/><category term='dream'/><category term='happy'/><category term='pageant'/><category term='depression'/><category term='el clasico'/><category term='awareness'/><category term='scrubs'/><category term='passion'/><category term='echo'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='food'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='abaya'/><category term='revolution'/><category term='writing'/><category term='players'/><category term='boring life'/><category term='GG'/><category term='weight'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>Smart CoOkie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8088497010893385319</id><published>2012-01-07T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:08:45.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasms'/><title type='text'>An Angel Vs. a Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember my paediatrics reflections? Well, this is my post surgery reflection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sit here today, as my surgery rotation is almost over and after watching The Victoria's Secret 2011 fashion show, reflecting over my life. What the fuck did I do? I'm cute. I'm hot. Not tall enough to be a model. But I should have picked a career where I can utilize this cuteness. Perhaps an air hostess or my current plan B a yoga instructor. Fuck, I could have married a doctor and been a trophy wife. Why did I have to go and be the doctor myself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, what's done is done and it's only a few months and I'll graduate and be a doctor. A doctor whom when she pouts, men turn into a puddle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PQCS6pUAnts" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imma get that Incredible cape and be The Incredible Doctor. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S: this isn't my real surgery reflection. The real one went more like bah bah black sheep have you any wool? I LOVE SURGERY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.S: no, seriously. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-8088497010893385319?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8088497010893385319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2012/01/angel-vs-doctor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8088497010893385319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8088497010893385319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2012/01/angel-vs-doctor.html' title='An Angel Vs. a Doctor'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PQCS6pUAnts/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2958892880329162516</id><published>2011-09-28T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:42:11.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>On Crappy Seniors</title><content type='html'>July 2012 will be the end of medical school and by August -inshallah- we will be real life doctors! I'm more terrified than excited. Questioning whether or not I'll be good enough to handle human life? This is our last chance as students to attain as much information and skills and be worthy of such responsibility. So it is horrific to see some seniors still not getting it. Thinking it is a game and they can swing it with their la-di-da attitudes.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cheat is never acceptable. But for obvious reasons, I always thought that it is even worse when a doctor or an architect does it. Still they do and catastrophes happen. I'm sure it all started when they were students. From cheating in exams, fake cases and undeserved signatures on easy tasks on their lame log books to prescribing the wrong/any/every drug to profit the pharmaceutical company which is paying for his/her trip to France next month. Prophet Mohammed PBUH, said: "He who cheats is not of us". &lt;i&gt;Us&lt;/i&gt; being Muslims. It does not get any clearer than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally think students shouldn't be allowed to do procedures on patients. Except maybe if it's a simple procedure, you were supervised by a responsible doctor and you actually KNOW WHAT and WHY you are doing this procedure. If not, then I hope someone someday will do the same to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really people you give medicine a bad name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2958892880329162516?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2958892880329162516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-crappy-seniors.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2958892880329162516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2958892880329162516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-crappy-seniors.html' title='On Crappy Seniors'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-6098226175031821886</id><published>2011-06-12T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T18:47:02.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky Saudis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>A Stupid Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uTxjWsNpmUg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is old but I just had the misfortune of watching it. THE MOST ANNOYING STUPIDEST KID EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I HATE SAUDI! But what I hate more is &lt;i&gt;alflsfah&lt;/i&gt; from a Saudi. And so I am here today, putting my OB book aside and proving him stupid. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, just a couple of days ago I got all nostalgic, played with my dolls and read an old Winnie the Pooh book which I got from guess where? AMERICA TDAH DAH DAH. So let us tackle this stupid kid's arguments and send him to his daddy crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pretty sure the man's name is Mimon not Lemon. Fucking learn how to read. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Really you never read an English book that was "s5eef"? I beg to disagree. How to Catch a Heffalump was the stupidest shit ever. Winnie the Pooh is insanely dumb and the whole time I was rereading the book I was thinking: how the fuck did I loved him when I was little? Child, you just don't read much. In every language there are the lame books and the good ones. You just have to pick the right ones which also must be age appropriate. Maybe the "crazy book" you were referring to was for younger midgets. Like the Winnie the Pooh book. It was definitely not targeted to amuse the 20 something bored girl who would do anything to avoid studying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You judge a book by the number of pages? It's quality not quantity but what can I say you are a Saudi. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid dad, heard of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bambi"&gt;Bambi&lt;/a&gt;? The mother dies. It's OK. Kids can handle death. You don't want your child exposed to this kind of tragedy, read the fucking book before giving it to him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"How can you actually buy a new mom?...". I bet you this is not a concept created by Arabs. Watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111470/"&gt;Trading Mom&lt;/a&gt; there's a market where you can actually buy a new mom. The horror. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You only have one mom who is dead. So you have to actually just grow up and then just marry something...". A) That's mean. B) That's your solution? To just marry "something"? Like what a sex doll? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wow his favourite dinosaur is the one who looks like an insect. Good choice. NOT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I blame the dad. His kid is nothing special and just as bad as Rebecca Black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I'm not defending Arabic literature. It sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-6098226175031821886?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6098226175031821886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/06/stupid-kid.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6098226175031821886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6098226175031821886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/06/stupid-kid.html' title='A Stupid Kid'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uTxjWsNpmUg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8437348207265729180</id><published>2011-05-29T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T16:14:08.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky Saudis'/><title type='text'>Fetal Medical Unit</title><content type='html'>The lady who delivered the deformed fetus the night I was &lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-on-call.html"&gt;on call&lt;/a&gt;, came today complaining to Prof. Hassan Nasrat about the abortion laws in Saudi. The poor thing had to deliver two other fetuses with congenital anomalies whom were also incompatible with life. She was crying and showing him pictures of her dead baby. She asked for them to use this gift of science &amp;amp; knowledge to actually do something. The pregnancy should have been terminated &amp;amp; she shouldn't have had to carry those fetuses as long as she did. But of course the doctors didn't abort because our inhumane religious men told her and I quote: "at8y Allah ya o5ty hady nfs bshriah". Really? Well, they didn't look human and they died right after birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left, the Prof. said the laws are now looser but some doctors still don't feel comfortable using them. I thought our job as doctors was first to inflict no harm? I thought we should weigh the pros and cons and decide on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;proper&lt;/span&gt; management? And how is it proper to lead a full term pregnancy with all it's known complications to the mother's body &amp;amp; psychological trauma, knowing that the out come is a dead baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I could never be an obstetrician. Too much ethical &amp;amp; so called religious shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-8437348207265729180?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8437348207265729180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/05/fetal-medical-unit.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8437348207265729180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8437348207265729180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/05/fetal-medical-unit.html' title='Fetal Medical Unit'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-6775817250416062902</id><published>2011-05-16T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:28:27.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>First On Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First On Call- The Can't Wait to Get Home &amp;amp; Sob edition.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Or&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;First On Call- The Bitter-sweet edition.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you gathered that it was my first on call with the OB/GYN department and actually first ever! It was a true roller-coaster. From the genuine smiles to the kill-me-now-I-can't-look-the-patient's-family-in-the-eyes-moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started extra early -at 8 am. - because I'm lucky like that. Normal day routine till 4 then the shift begins. What happened? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;An allegedly fully dilated pregnant lady who we wait 6 hours for her to deliver and she doesn't. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A lady who suddenly comes to the ER and delivers spontaneously. Her mother's worries during and joyful relief after. The dad's smile when he first knew about his son. All get to you. OB can be a real crowd pleaser. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then it can be the complete opposite. When the woman whom's fetus was mal-positioned and so needed a C-section to then be delivered dead. When the woman's family asks you how it went and you go to find out and decide to disappear till the doctor tells them. When he does and their happy expecting faces turn dull. When you watch them go see the dead fetus. When you go see it yourself, an other wise normal baby but dead.  When you fight the urge to sob. When you see the doctors going through every detail, trying to figure out what went wrong. When you see tears and utter pain in the eyes of the doctors. That's when OB totally sucks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And it doesn't end there. Two of my friends who also witnessed the previous tragedy, witnessed another. Another C-section with a fetus incompatible with life. A fetus so deformed, I'm actually glad I didn't see. God be with those mothers and their families. And may they be granted healthy babies in the future who would live long and make them proud. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God sent us a reason to smile. This little boy Bander, who we met at the vending machines earlier, decides to break dance for us with his friend. And guess what they are actually good. They got a standing ovation from us. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a cat which lives in the hospital's cafeteria. Only comes out after hours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-6775817250416062902?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6775817250416062902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-on-call.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6775817250416062902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6775817250416062902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-on-call.html' title='First On Call'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8212483320193135441</id><published>2011-04-25T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:32:59.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><title type='text'>The Miracle of Life?</title><content type='html'>In movies I have seen actresses giving pretend birth. Screaming their lungs out, squeezing their actor hubbies hands' and delivering pink tiny bundles of new life. And the estrogen pumped lot of you might have found it beautiful &amp; couldn't wait to share with the men they love, their own mini them. But I'm here today to burst that pretty little bubble you hold so dear. Vaginal delivery is disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago I started my OBGYN rotation and yesterday I finally had the pleasure of witnessing a life being brought to this world. It wasn't this woman's first child or else they would have preformed an episiotomy. Which is basically a horror movie. They cut your VAGINA! If that's not a reason to never wanting to have babies, I don't know what is? Oh yes, the baby's head passing through your vagina after you cut it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was disoriented, in labour pain, screamed a bit– not horror movie material- and she was in desperate need of human contact. Our lousy hospital's policy bans any member of her family to come into the labour room with her. She begged my friend to hold her hand and she briefly did. My friend's face didn't change while the woman squeezed her hand &amp; I wondered if they were just pretending in movies that women in labour squeeze so hard, it'll break ones hand? Then it was the 2nd stage of labour – the push push stage. I didn't like how the resident yelled at the woman when she screamed. She's in the worst pain ever. Be more fucking gentle with her, well ya? Besides the screaming there were all sorts of discharges and other not very pleasant bodily functions that happened while pushing. I'm sorry but I was disgusted. Blood I don't mind but that...  *shudders*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The baby wasn't in a favourable position and so was hard to deliver they had to basically pull his head with a vacuum-like machine. The baby was delivered blue and was not breathing until they suctioned the fluid out of his airways. Also the poor thing had a hematoma near his eyes for the vacuum's head wasn't positioned properly. And to top it off, a part of the placenta was missing and the doctor couldn't find it. A mid wife jammed her hand inside the woman's uterus searching for it. She screamed a scream far worse than the ones she did while in labour. Amazingly, in the middle of her agony, in her still delirious state she remembered my friend's act of kindness and thanked her for lending her her hands, even though it wasn't throughout the whole thing. Manners and humanity are wonderful wonderful things. I pray she and her newborn are well and happily united.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I witnessed a miracle or a messy procedure that stunk? But I will leave you with this: C-sections for the win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-8212483320193135441?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8212483320193135441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/04/miracle-of-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8212483320193135441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8212483320193135441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/04/miracle-of-life.html' title='The Miracle of Life?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2169258719707814398</id><published>2011-04-01T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:56:09.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Nostalgic Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_nuAFuuXHs0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm loving this song. It reminds me of good times and people. Times when I was happy and I knew it. When I used to go out from 8 am till late at night every night. When we danced on tables and sang our hearts out no matter where we were. When I was always tanned that I think I have exceeded my sun-exposure-time, if I stepped out in the sun now I'll get a melanoma. Not kidding, I have a new mole on my thumb. I'm scared. When I cried at my best friend's -at the time- graduation cuz it felt like my daughter graduating. When I got accepted into medical school and my mom's friend who hates us going out so much told me to kill the rest of the summer partying cuz I'll have no life once school start. When that summer I got hit by a jet ski in the head, lost consciousness, drowned, saved by a friend and lived to dance the night off.  When we stood there for each other through out all the drama and family problems. When my family was a whole. Good times xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;أنا كل ما عمري يعدي و نقابل بعضنا أحس كأن أنا عندي يجي 16 سنة. أفتكر امبارح أدمع.  حافظاه و ممكن أسمع. نفسي الأيام بترجع و نتلم كلنا&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/2100112333317883605-2169258719707814398?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2169258719707814398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/04/nostalgic-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2169258719707814398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2169258719707814398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/04/nostalgic-ramblings.html' title='Nostalgic Ramblings'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_nuAFuuXHs0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5326938598561157980</id><published>2011-03-26T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:37:24.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Reflection Dos: Paediatric and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, I wasn't very much looking forward to start this rotation. It's not that I don't like kids. It just breaks my heart that small innocent children with no guilt in the world should suffer such horrible diseases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week was horrible. I had to force myself a couple of times to hold it together and not cry. Everything was overwhelming. Their sick, tired faces, their mothers dead worried looks and then we had to come and inflict more misery to them by bothering them with questions they already answered and consume the last bits of energy the kids have with examining them. And they almost never said no to me. They gave different excuses to why they will gladly be a part of my education. One mother allowed me to examine her infant because she was a psychology student and had to go history hunting from psych patients and she knows how tiring it is to look for a cooperate one. Another dad at the ER gladly let me examine his son who was in respiratory distress, just because his niece was named after me and he wishes that she becomes a doctor like me one day. Things like this touches your heart. Kindness still exist in this cold world.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A turning point in my relationship with paediatrics was when I was examining this four year old girl who has sickle cell anemia. She was so tiny and beautiful. Very cooperative and quite. When I was in the middle of listening to her heart sounds she started playing with my head scarf then grabbed my finger with all of her hand just like a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primitive_reflexes"&gt;palmer grasp reflex.&lt;/a&gt; It was very endearing and sweet knowing that it wasn't a reflex and she did it out of affection. Her mom then told me "she really likes you". And it was mutual.  Then my perspective shifted. I shouldn't think of how much a child is unfortunate for being sick. I should only think of how much I can help them to get better. Even at this stage where all I can give is a warm smile and a gentle touch that hopefully will brighten a gray day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really like the third reflection. I'm not sure I'll post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywho, Paediatric is OVER! FOREVER NO MORE PEDS! *DANCING* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2IqwkBKPoEA/TY6PcD1iELI/AAAAAAAAAag/N0HqVP3OaOc/s320/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588561899842310322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;End of peds celebratory cake at Chili's by Ghada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3TN-KHlwac/TZDFXQmdl6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/0vDSySk0pFw/s320/Image%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589184140950738850" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After Ghada's editing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-5326938598561157980?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5326938598561157980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/reflection-dos-paediatric-and-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5326938598561157980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5326938598561157980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/reflection-dos-paediatric-and-i.html' title='Reflection Dos: Paediatric and I'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2IqwkBKPoEA/TY6PcD1iELI/AAAAAAAAAag/N0HqVP3OaOc/s72-c/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3568386747190019595</id><published>2011-03-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:45:22.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>To Always Live in the Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;     As children we all lived in the shadow of our siblings. My older brother always got first in his class and I always came second. Although I almost always had better marks, girls' schools are more competitive that way, I felt less. And had the need to always prove myself worthy. Being labelled number two was never good. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Looking back at how I felt when I was an 8 year old, I still can't possibly imagine how those two twin girls must feel. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One a healthy child who could never dream of the attention her sick sister gets. And the other a diseased child who could never live or accomplish what her normal sister can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Rahaf is a girl with congenital hydrocephalus and plasminogen deficiency, a rare disease with only few cases documented world wide.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the process of obtaining her medical history, the developmental part at precise, I had to ask the mother to compare between her two daughters. Rahaf fell short, in reaching the developmental mile stones and in her learning abilities. Her face fell too when she heard the comparison and I felt a dagger stab my heart for I have reminded her of her short comings. Then there was the social history and I had to ask &lt;i&gt;how is the disease effecting the other family members?&lt;/i&gt; The mother confessed she doesn't pay much attention to the other twin because dealing with keeping this one as healthy as possible is alone a full time job. I couldn't judge or blame the mother but I couldn't help but also feel sorry for the other girl. A child will always starve for her/ his parents' affection, but to be denied of it and to feel guilty for wanting it because your sibling needs it more is probably far worse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I don't know who has it worse? The ill child with a disease limiting her life, always shadowed by her twin's accomplishments? Or to be deprived of your parents full love and care and to always live in the fear of losing your precious twin? Always coming second doesn't feel that bad at all now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;ـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;We were asked to write our "reflection" on the paediatric rotation. Actually to write three reflections. This is my first one. Feed back is much appreciated. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/2100112333317883605-3568386747190019595?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3568386747190019595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-always-live-in-shadow.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3568386747190019595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3568386747190019595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-always-live-in-shadow.html' title='To Always Live in the Shadow'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8859830625773706852</id><published>2011-03-20T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T04:02:08.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Paediatric OSCE</title><content type='html'>Have I told you how much I love OSCEs? No? Well, not so much. But I love how they generate the most hilarious memories ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Day Uno: Too Much Oxygen Good or Bad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the FU FUN FUN part begins, a tip for you all: BREATH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At lock down, I did my yoga breathing to help me relax. Not only did it do that but I became a bit giddy and euphoric. And so when I heard the musical bell that declares the end of a station for the girls who were being examined, I thought it sounded a lot like Fairouz's song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZN03t6EVvs"&gt;Dahlak Ya Tair Al Wrwar&lt;/a&gt; and started singing. That opened the door for more Fairouz and a lot of drunk singing and laughing. A bunch of girls dropped everything and tuned in for the pre-exam entertainment. I was a star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then was the actual exam. It wasn't great but al 7mdullah it went smoothly. At one station, I think the purpose of it was to get pissed off by the patient's irrational fears and try to calmly reassure them. It wasn't really irritating or anything but the doctor somehow was VERY impressed with me. After I finished talking to the patient, she asked how would I evaluate myself and being in the KAUH environment when you are always looked at as the idiot student, I couldn't possibly say I was freaking brilliant. I criticized my shaky Arabic and failure to answer one irrelevant question. The doctor then interrupted, telling me how perfect I was and how she didn't even need to interfere and guide me then she moved on to my "great English" and asked if I studied abroad? I said no and the credit goes to my mom cuz she's an English teacher who taught me since infancy. Then she was mesmerized by mom and kept asking all random questions about her. Who could blame her? My mom is amazing. But then the bell rang and I had to beg to please let me go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the history station, we were to ask a pretend dad -the intern- about his kid who has sickle cell anemia. The thing about this intern is that he is...  I honestly can't find a word to describe him. He kept smiling, turning and fussing and giving lame answers in a very blah tone. Well, Mr. if you can't take this seriously, I sure as hell can't and I could match your tone and double it too. And that is what I did. Plus he was wearing cherry red lip balm, as I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While taking a history you should analyse the patient's chief complain then proceed to other things. I, being the amazing diagnostician that I am -Yes, House got nothing on me- didn't! &lt;i&gt;The father&lt;/i&gt; told me his son has leg pain and I automatically thought it was a vasso-occlusive crisis. Which it was but still I needed to explore the pain even more. I now realize that the intern was actually nice as he tried to help me by mentioning the leg pain twice and I was like &lt;i&gt;yeah you said that, moving on&lt;/i&gt;. Stupid me but what is an OSCE station if you didn't forget a thing or three? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Day Dos: You Never Know What You Have Until You Lose it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day two and another history taking session. This time hematuria. Let me first just say how much I love Nephrology and point to the fact that I KNOW hematuria. I feel so ashamed.  I once again figured out the diagnosis too early and all other reasons totally blanked. I knew there was so much more to explore but I just couldn't. And this new intern/father was really into playing the role of the concerned dad. And he kept putting a sweet encouraging smile but when I tried wiggling out a clue or two about what should I ask he was such an ass. Where is yesterday's intern? He would have helped. I wanted to cry LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next station was the doctor who though I was fascinating. When I started examining the patient, she kept yelling "mashallah, mashallah ma bdy a7sdik you are so good and organized" and she didn't pay attention to what I was doing and then asked me to please repeat =_= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The 2 other stations were lovely. Run by two amazing nephrologists. God I love those people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man this OSCE wasn't really funny ha? Well thank God it's over. Wish me luck on the written and inactive OSCE. :) &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/2100112333317883605-8859830625773706852?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8859830625773706852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/paediatric-osce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8859830625773706852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8859830625773706852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/paediatric-osce.html' title='Paediatric OSCE'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-7259617438140987256</id><published>2011-03-04T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:07:56.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red carpet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OSCARS'/><title type='text'>Oscars 2011</title><content type='html'>Better late than never, right? Anyway I don't have much to say. Except this year wasn't very impressive movie wise, red carpet dresses nor the Oscar ceremony itself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fighter is so over rated. It's an OK movie. And if anyone should have been given an Oscar for their performance in it, it's Amy Adams, not Christian Bale because Geoffrey Rush - from The King's Speech- deserved it more and definitely not Melissa Leo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very happy for Colin Firth. Well deserved. And plus I have been in love with him since forever. Even when he was given lame stupid roles, I loved him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie Portman, although the movie wasn't that great but her acting was top notch. Absolutely beautiful and well deserved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the Oscars presenters this year, James Franco and Anne Hathaway, they were eih. What's up with Anne changing her dresses? If they were beautiful I would have understood but ... James was a total cookie, no? Miss you Hugh Jackman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin Spacey singing for Fred Astaire, HAVE MERCY! Sorry couldn't find it on YouTube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EpUC0_lNZCA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Mandy, I would be very upset with myself after this performance. Her vocals were just off. Zack did a better job and he's not a singer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On another Tangled note, don't we just love the thief? Charming chap. But I can't help thinking the princess could have done better. Of course she would love him, she never saw another human being and he is charming. And of course he would love her, she is pure hearted and I don't know a &lt;i&gt;princess with magical hair&lt;/i&gt;. BUT Disney why are you teaching little girls to settle? I loved the movie and I wished Flynn/Eugene was real so I better just shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the gowns, ugly was very in in this red carpet walk. But I won't bother with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/08/0/192/1922564/2e8218d7fa6a970f_kate-blanchett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 458px;" src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/08/0/192/1922564/2e8218d7fa6a970f_kate-blanchett.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cate Blanchett &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Victorian chair you might say? But I say beautiful and unique and only she can make it work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/08/0/192/1922564/7c133aa56ec0e940_mila.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/08/0/192/1922564/7c133aa56ec0e940_mila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 458px; " src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/02/08/0/192/1922564/7c133aa56ec0e940_mila.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mila Kunis. Simply beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was your favourite moments, gowns in this year's Oscars? Do share :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-7259617438140987256?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7259617438140987256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/oscars-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7259617438140987256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7259617438140987256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/03/oscars-2011.html' title='Oscars 2011'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EpUC0_lNZCA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3858448339099063365</id><published>2011-02-20T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:37:03.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>Grammy 2011</title><content type='html'>Finally, I got to see The Grammy Awards last night. What can I say? I am a busy person. And it was fun! Here is what I have to say about it. xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christina Aguilera, pregnant? Cuz nothing else explains the double chin, tummy and  arms. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ricky Martin seems to really enjoy coming out with that silver ugly pants. LOL good for him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dear Lady Gaga, "don't be a drag, just be a queen"? LOOK WHO'S TALKING! The whole night, everything she did and wore was an epic fail. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While Katy Perry was performing Teenage Dream, Nicole Kidman was singing. The cutest thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's disgusting how Justin Biber and John Mayer would both be nominated in the same category. I didn't hate JB before but now! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JB needs an IQ test ASAP! I looked up the lyrics and he says &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; in his &lt;i&gt;Never Say Never&lt;/i&gt; song, 38 times! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The person who dresses Rhianna should quit NOW! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Suburbs, album of the year, really? FAIL! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now my favourite performances for the night: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z7MZNd3JlFE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brilliant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k7IzpVYg2sw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love country music. This is just fun. And Bob Dylan, amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iK_gDgXBasM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pure love. They deserved all the awards they got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z6-gc5rOqow" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those two, imperfectly perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kiTQWY5CWy8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the three of them and I love the song, so.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8eHMraeOw-E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY FAVOURITE! AMAZING, BRILLIANT, EPIC! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kr6tAYXC4DA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You CAN'T not dance and sing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1TNOzxmHZt0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shakira, you are not alone. This girl's hips don't lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dfcfgFmYvho" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grenade, this soul/jazz version, absolute freaking LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's it. Good night xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-3858448339099063365?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3858448339099063365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/grammy-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3858448339099063365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3858448339099063365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/grammy-2011.html' title='Grammy 2011'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/z7MZNd3JlFE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1735089086845168728</id><published>2011-02-16T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:53:20.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky Saudis'/><title type='text'>So Happy I Could Die :P</title><content type='html'>What a night! Man I feel like a G6 and I bet I'll wake up tomorrow inshallah felling like P.didy! What? Why you say? Well baby doll, Arsenal WON and wait for it, wait for it, Barcelona LOST! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, yesterday and today were BAAHD! I was so restless and out of my skin cuz I have my paediatric midterm this Saturday and I haven't had any exams since more than 2 months i.e. out of practice, double the panic! And I really wanted to go out and watch the Champions League game: Arsenal vs Barcelona but the guilt was killing me. Obviously I ignored my guilty conscious and went but it wasn't all flowers and roses. When I got to Fratelli cafe the douchebags were airing Hilal vs Ahly match, even when A vs B started!  Saudi stupid teams instead of the UCL? REALLY? Obviously, I talked to the manager and demanded to switch the channel or I'M LEAVING AND THEN IT'S YOUR LOSS! They didn't! he just begged me to wait a few minutes. Hilal won. WHO CARES?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now finally we are watching the game. Mood already beyond fucked up. And then bam David Villa scores a goal for Barcelona. No comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2nd half begins and Van Persie scores for Arsenal! I screamed and clapped and the party begun baby! And then Arshivan scores the winner and I was on cloud nine xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-i7iCgb7ts/TVxhEvQWDaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/esAXLVkLTDU/s1600/tumblr_lgqd7vqnFR1qdj68co1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-i7iCgb7ts/TVxhEvQWDaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/esAXLVkLTDU/s320/tumblr_lgqd7vqnFR1qdj68co1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574437172810223010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="outline-color: initial; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecowofthesea.tumblr.com/post/3332594135"&gt;Source: thecowofthesea &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecowofthesea.tumblr.com/post/3332594135" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; color: rgb(168, 177, 186); position: relative; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="source_url_gradient" style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/source_url_gradient_white.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; position: absolute; top: 0px; bottom: 0px; left: 145px; width: 15px; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously the game was amazing and I'm not just happy becuase Barcelona lost. I also consider myself an honorary Arsenal fan since I'm the sister of 2 die hard Gunners! :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah happy happy day al 7mdullah xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wish me luck on my midterm and good luck to Real Madrid against Lyon next week xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1735089086845168728?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1735089086845168728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-happy-i-could-die-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1735089086845168728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1735089086845168728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-happy-i-could-die-p.html' title='So Happy I Could Die :P'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-i7iCgb7ts/TVxhEvQWDaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/esAXLVkLTDU/s72-c/tumblr_lgqd7vqnFR1qdj68co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5191932331810824583</id><published>2011-02-11T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:05:41.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>11-2-2011 A Historical Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hosni Mubarak FINALLY stepped down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fgw_zfLLvh8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God bless you Egypt. Stay beautiful and free. May this be a new chapter of happiness and prosperity to all our Egyptian brothers and sisters. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-5191932331810824583?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5191932331810824583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/11-2-2011-historical-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5191932331810824583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5191932331810824583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/11-2-2011-historical-day.html' title='11-2-2011 A Historical Day'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fgw_zfLLvh8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2747159720967491150</id><published>2011-02-10T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:09:58.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>La Tortura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dsp_8Lm1eSk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Shakira. And this song is one of my all time favourites of hers. But to tell you the truth, before last night, I only could understand the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I was in the Spanish-Shakira mood and since I really want to learn Spanish and I don't have the time to take proper lessons now -inshallah I will in the summer- I decided to google the lyrics of Spanish songs, memorise the new words and their meanings. One song a night. And &lt;a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/shakira-lyrics-la-tortura-feat-alejandro-sanz-3z47w9r"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La Tortura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; won tonight. I must say, I'm more in love with this song than ever. He's begging for her forgiveness and giving her his heart and she's dismissing him like the cheating dog he once was.&lt;i&gt; Estoy gusta&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know if that is even gramatically correct but I likey :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's hope I keep it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2747159720967491150?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2747159720967491150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-tortura.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2747159720967491150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2747159720967491150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-tortura.html' title='La Tortura'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dsp_8Lm1eSk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-7756312583299788506</id><published>2011-02-07T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:36:23.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>A Book Crush</title><content type='html'>Hola boys and girls. Mama feels like a silly teenager and comes to you with a new crush of hers. I HATE to admit it cuz he is supposed to be the enemy and I spent so much time enjoying hating him, I can't just declare my &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; to him? Or can I? Err anyway, here it goes. I like Gerard Pique. *covers her face*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I used to think he looks like a mule. But that big blue eyed mule writes! HE PUBLISHED A BOOK! HONEY I'M SOLD! Nothing like a brainy athlete! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.tinypic.com/v6kw3p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 617px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/v6kw3p.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh forget about the stupid crush. &lt;a href="http://www.totalbarca.com/2010/news/piques-book-launching-interview/"&gt;I NEED TO READ THIS BOOK! &lt;/a&gt;It needs to be translated to English ASAP. Or it will be just a more motivation for me to pick up where I left off and start learning Spanish again cuz baby this book cries&lt;i&gt; read me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude, crushes come and go but Real Madrid is for life. Hala Madrid. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&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/2100112333317883605-7756312583299788506?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7756312583299788506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7756312583299788506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7756312583299788506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-crush.html' title='A Book Crush'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/v6kw3p_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8885901180276775232</id><published>2011-01-04T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:22:52.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Back to Earth</title><content type='html'>I'm warming up to paediatrics. It's not that bad. Kids are in fact cute.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-8885901180276775232?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8885901180276775232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-earth.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8885901180276775232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8885901180276775232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-earth.html' title='Back to Earth'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1689840178433369295</id><published>2010-12-29T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:47:46.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky Saudis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasms'/><title type='text'>Devil Babies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TRvGdmMgubI/AAAAAAAAAZc/D-HHMnZTjFs/s1600/funny-pictures-black-cat-devil-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TRvGdmMgubI/AAAAAAAAAZc/D-HHMnZTjFs/s320/funny-pictures-black-cat-devil-baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556252777063168434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When last week ended I wanted to write a post about how wonderful the 2 weeks I spent with the rheumatology team at KAUH were the most amazing in my entire educational life at KAU. But everything I wrote wasn't enough and didn't remotely show how very, extremely happy I was. How can you describe the 2 weeks that made you fall back in love with medicine? I'm head over heals here. Even thinking about it makes me tearful and my heart aches of love and joy. Silly? You had to be there to understand. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of this week, I want to burst out crying. I actually almost did during session today. happy tears they were not. I started paediatric this week and will by studying it for the next 3 months. And I am beyond frustrated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; kids. I mean yes, I don't get why people are so keen to reproducing and yes they are cute little creatures that will grow up to be the ass holes adults that we are -not they aren't in their own way. But I don't hate them. Hey at least I said &lt;i&gt;some &lt;/i&gt; of them are cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thing about paediatric is it's so fucking annoying. These additional, complicated parts in their history. The fact that you can't even take the history from them.  Their tiny, cranky, hell screaming bodies. Their different parameters and shit. It's like you have to start processing new information all over again. And the fucking department. DUDE! It's the 2nd day and I'm supposed to know how to deal with them and to have &lt;i&gt;logic&lt;/i&gt; regarding their conditions? Plus they are the 2nd most conservative department in the hospital. And for the fear of the 2 genders mixing, "sitat al byoot, al hoanim" aka 6th year guys will stay at KAUH and us the ones &lt;i&gt;who can drive -thank you KSA-  &lt;/i&gt;will go to other hospitals at day then come back at noon to attends lectures at KAUH. LOGIC YOU SAY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it off, I don't know what's up with my fucked up luck that it can't give me a break or in this case a weekend. So you see I was at MCH al azyziah this week and next week I'll be at MCH al ms3diah. And dear me have a case presentation on Saturday. Ideally I'm supposed to take it from al msa3diah but how could I when I'm at al azyziah? I have to come at the weekend and take a case.  My stupid name keeps getting Saturday's for case presentations. And so I come to the hospital on weekends and I REALLY don't like being alone. But in this case I WILL NOT GO! I'm sorry. I'm not used to these hospitals yet and I'm already suicidal you do not want to push me further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took a case from al azizyah this morning and I couldn't finish reading the file for the hospital course cuz the doctor decided to come early and start the session. THAT PISSED ME OFF! &lt;i&gt;I have lectures all afternoon in a DIFFERENT hospital, I HAVE TO COME ON A WEEKEND NOW? HELL NO! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it rained. And I was saved. Jeddah people are so afraid of any drop of rain since last year so lectures got cancelled. And I stayed and finished up my case AL 7MDULLAH! I didn't get to see the rain though *pout* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just hope I do great on Saturday and get over my frustration with paediatric or just suck it up like a big girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I MISS YOU RHEUMATOLOGY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1689840178433369295?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1689840178433369295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/12/devil-babies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1689840178433369295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1689840178433369295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/12/devil-babies.html' title='Devil Babies?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TRvGdmMgubI/AAAAAAAAAZc/D-HHMnZTjFs/s72-c/funny-pictures-black-cat-devil-baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-256208864585658125</id><published>2010-12-26T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T03:13:00.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Me 101</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored of  saying this in public and looking like a complete psycho so I'll just write it and people I know, please always come back to this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MUST HATE SOMEONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure I don't like being alone and I enjoy a good company BUT I LOVE my space. You being needy glue like person does NOT show me or mean that you love me. I'll like it for a while. Tolerate it for a period. Then I'm sorry but I'll just resort to fucking hating your guts and ignoring you. Still don't get the message? I'll scream bloody murder and show everyone just how much I hate you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can avoid going through all the steps by simply backing off. The period of backing off varies. It depends on how far you are in the hating scale. The further you are the longer the period and vice versa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think people would take a hint. But they don't and I have to say this to them over and over and OVER AGAIN! Please God, let this be the last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't go all I'm hurt and offended on me now. So what if I don't want you? It's not like I'm a jewel and being in my presence is the secret for eternal life. Plus I'm the victim here. Do you think I enjoy being annoyed out of my freaking mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-256208864585658125?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/256208864585658125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-101.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/256208864585658125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/256208864585658125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-101.html' title='Me 101'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5717150894257774926</id><published>2010-12-02T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:53:28.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><title type='text'>Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are having a bad day this ought to cheer you up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17402584" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/17402584"&gt;&lt;i&gt;clip 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1750830"&gt;dielle&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marco_Borriello"&gt;Marco Borriello&lt;/a&gt;- the cowboy. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Congrats to Russia and Qatar for both winning the world cup bid. Extra excited for Qatar xoxo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-5717150894257774926?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5717150894257774926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/12/therapy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5717150894257774926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5717150894257774926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/12/therapy.html' title='Therapy'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-9034830751738521250</id><published>2010-11-29T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:06:09.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el clasico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><title type='text'>We Lost. What's Your Excuse?</title><content type='html'>We lost! 5-0. We Real Madrid the most amazing team on the planet lost 5-0. The awesome guys in white didn't give it their best -actually they were bad beyond recognition. It wouldn't seem far fetched if we said aliens abducted them and replaced them with other carbonic images of them - and so we lost.  Shocking and horrific but whatever that's football. Our wining streak was bound to end. But at least we were beaten by an equally legendary team rather than Hercules. Yes, you heard me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even when those awesome &lt;i&gt;los blancos&lt;/i&gt; lose they manage to make us a little bit less heart broken. They pick up fights and start shoving people. Yes, they are considerate like that. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First CR pushes Guardiola -Barcelona's manger- and so Barcelona's men come to the rescue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVIosThBZvg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVIosThBZvg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so uncalled for. We admit that. But entertaining as hell. At least for us RM desperate fans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they yummy Sergio Ramos...  just see what he does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZdQ7qmiSjQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZdQ7qmiSjQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE him. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Messi, Puyol and Xavi all in one. I just wish he could have kicked Valdes's ass as well. But I'll miss him terribly in the next match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it wasn't cool of him BUT it totally cooled me down.  Those guys deserved it for all the stupid comments we received and will still receive from the ignorant Barcelona fans. Yes, I am a sore loser but I LOST. Barcelona fans on the other hand, won and are being complete jerks about it, rubbing it in our faces, and making lame ass jokes. And you could never say we would do the same if we won. We lost &lt;i&gt;el clasico&lt;/i&gt; 5 times in a row now. So you would never know :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the next &lt;i&gt;clasico&lt;/i&gt; at home - The Santiago Bernabeu. Where it's all our fans whom does not boo and pull the middle finger on the opposing team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way if we were rewarded that penalty for Valdes's stupidity we would have totally scored a goal and so the whites would feel better, play better and won't lose as horrifically as they did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HALA MADRID! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-9034830751738521250?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9034830751738521250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-lost-whats-you-excuse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9034830751738521250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9034830751738521250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-lost-whats-you-excuse.html' title='We Lost. What&apos;s Your Excuse?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5038782283801379346</id><published>2010-11-26T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:34:24.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crzay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Öp</title><content type='html'>It's 3:05 am. I should be asleep but I'm not. School will start tomorrow AGAIN! There was something that I wanted to blog about 5 minutes ago that I don't seem to remember now. Hmm should I just close the window? Or should I write whatever mumble jumble that creeps into my head until I remember?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start my pshychiatry rotation in a few hours. First week is back on the medical campus, not the hospital. Which means it'll suck. People here are freaks. From the security low lives to the administrators or whomever they are to the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when I said &lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugly-truth.html"&gt;female medical students are hot&lt;/a&gt; and not as ugly as everyone is saying. Well, I take it back. Apparently it was just my year and the year older that are hot. The new girls are scary. It's not that they are just not pretty but - I think-  because they went to the main girls campus so some of the scary girls habbits rubbed on them. You know like full make up at 8 am, crazy make up colors that clashes with your tone. It's kinda mostly the make up thing. I can't think of anything else. Bottom line is, I don't like them. Let the hate mail begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it about our generation that thinks every freaking thought we have is important and should be documented? We blog, facebook, twitter and God knows what else is out there. By the way that question is totally inspired or rephrased from a movie that I recently saw, which I think is The Social Network or Easy A. Can't remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the question. Really what is it? You just read the amount of blah that I wrote above. It'll probably do more harm than good. So why did I write it? Cuz I thought of it and I must share it with the world? Cuz maybe there is someone out there who thinks the same and so I won't feel so alone? Cuz it's a very important piece of information that might save your life? Probably not the last one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what is it with the location websites like Foursquare and Gowalla?  Why would your friends care where you are or what are you doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think businesses somehow benefit from them. Keeping track of whom are their clients or something. I once checked in Uno and they tweeted that they were happy that I'm there and what did I order for lunch? Yes, I admit I used them cuz they help me find places and cuz everyone was doing so. Damn you peer pressure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, people -not stalkers- don't need to know where the hell you are. So why use them? To shove your awesome life at your friends' faces? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not asking because I want us to stop. Hell that's what awesome about our generation. We are always out there. I'm asking cuz it's 3:55 am and I have nothing better to do. I probably should not hit the publish button. Öp öp öp öp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXHJannt5dQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXHJannt5dQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-5038782283801379346?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5038782283801379346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-305-am.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5038782283801379346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5038782283801379346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-305-am.html' title='Öp'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-269031967111454628</id><published>2010-11-20T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:33:55.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crzay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is it me? Or do these guys actually look alike? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOhl5UsJMyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IzE30IRwxv0/s320/126bpkx.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541791376960205602" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOhmfb2km1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/7yg4SCaO_34/s320/gal_law_jeremy-sisto.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541792031718021970" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Llorente"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fernando Llorrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; vs &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeremy_Sisto"&gt;Jeremy Sisto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOhl4o19yKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/x62Z98SI51g/s1600/102164_hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOhl4o19yKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/x62Z98SI51g/s320/102164_hp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541791365190240418" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOhl4Zp4GGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5yXzpFjfVJE/s320/bigbang_simon.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541791361113004130" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sami_Khedira"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sami Khedira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; vs &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Helberg"&gt;Simon Helberg &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-269031967111454628?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/269031967111454628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-it-just-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/269031967111454628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/269031967111454628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOhl5UsJMyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IzE30IRwxv0/s72-c/126bpkx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3921350069033321083</id><published>2010-11-19T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:38:41.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>Was it hard for you filling up that About Me part in Blogger or any bio section in whatever social network site? I know it was for me. At least last year that is. Before I had no problem filling it. Proof? My Facebook bio: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;table class="uiInfoTable mtm profileInfoTable mtm" style="margin-top: 10px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; width: 510px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm hot then I'm cold &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I'm yes then I'm no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I'm in then I'm out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I'm up then I'm down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I'm wrong when it's right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;It's black and it's white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I fight, I break up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I kiss, I make up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Don't call the Doc .. I'm not bipolar .. I'm just a crazy Libra :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, it is a Katty Perry song with a twist. No creativity on my side. But it did and do describe me perfectly. I know at least one person that when they hear this song they will go "oh SHIT THAT'S COOKIE". I'd like to note that I made it my bio long before the song was popular! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, a year after, when I came to write my bio in this blog, I couldn't think of anything I just wrote something I made up of how 1+1 doesn't necessarily equals a 2 and life is much more than what we plan and do. It's something I believe in but it doesn't represent or define me in anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came Twitter. And all I had to say about myself is that I'm a &lt;i&gt;wired medical student&lt;/i&gt;. That is it.  I am JUST a medical student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent &lt;b&gt;months&lt;/b&gt; thinking about something else that defines me as a human being but I couldn't find anything else. I was very consumed by medical school. I couldn't see who I was. I even lost parts of me. I lost touch with my old non-medical friends. I was the one to ignore and alienate them. I stopped exercising last year. Thank God I haven't gained any weight. But still exercising was much more to me than just keeping fit. I haven't gone horseback riding in more than 2 YEARS now. And it was one of my favourite things. I recently stopped baking too. And it's really frustrating to stop doing the things you love. I am happy to say that this phase is now over. I haven't got back everything that I have lost but I am back to exercising and have taken up yoga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so after months of thinking, the bio on this blog was born. I know that I am more than that. But this is what I'm willing to share. I am more than a medical student after all. And I can finally see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for my new Twitter bio. It was after my new obsession with football so I had to include it: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; "&gt;A medical student, TV-holic, bookholic and I have a thing for footballers' butts and RM ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminds me I must update the blog's bio. Football consumes me now. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: This post was inspired by the awesome &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fadiosis&lt;/a&gt; tweet: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 30px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;people in twitter r writing in their bios "medical student"!!! is that all that defines u???? :\ :\&lt;/blockquote&gt;&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/2100112333317883605-3921350069033321083?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3921350069033321083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-are-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3921350069033321083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3921350069033321083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2011921387109859699</id><published>2010-11-18T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T04:07:47.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crzay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Drunk on Lack of Sleep Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the long night of watching friendly matches on TV. Highlighted by Portugal's win over Spain 4-0 yay. And Iker taking his shorts off. And then blabbering on this blog and Twitter. A girl must go out and seek some breakfast, mustn't she? And so I did. I went to Flapjacks, which is a place I have been wanting to try since forever now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decoration was whatever and the place looks old although it was opened only a few months back. I didn't like the menu-printed-on-the-table-thingy. And the place was racist. Yes, you heard me RACIST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOUOer3SNcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0UCB8olfXEg/s1600/IMG00852-20101118-1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOUOer3SNcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0UCB8olfXEg/s400/IMG00852-20101118-1016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540850836882732482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How come white people are white and other races are green. The lighting might be bad but I assure you both were green. We were thinking that probably the darker green is black and the lighter one is Saudi people. Since in other posters the light green person was wearing a thobe. And let's face it Saudi people are not white. That's not very racist right? We all just want to be represented with our right colors. Because I never saw green people walking down the street or maybe I did. Green of jealousy from my awesomeness perhaps? OK I'll go die somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOUOfIA2ToI/AAAAAAAAAXg/VMTI4Fhk75c/s1600/IMG00850-20101118-1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOUOfIA2ToI/AAAAAAAAAXg/VMTI4Fhk75c/s400/IMG00850-20101118-1015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540850844439039618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the other racist thing is how come the yellow hands are the biggest? HAAAAAA? I would like no, I demand equal sizes to all hands of all the colors. I feel like Martin Luther King. xD  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough boozie boozie talk. Now let's get to the food. Listen to me folks and listen carefully. I will only say this once. When you are at a pancake place, order what? PANCAKES! Don't go all cleaver like me and order waffles. Because if their waffles are good they would probably be calling the place Flapjacks &amp;amp; Waffles House. Seriously, their waffles SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOUOin2rSwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VkbgdOcnhQ8/s1600/IMG00853-20101118-1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOUOin2rSwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VkbgdOcnhQ8/s400/IMG00853-20101118-1029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540850904525916930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Berry Waffles &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my food sucked I ate my sisters Kinder Pancakes and they were yumm. And the Seattle Mocha I ordered was absolute yumm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to Debenhams to pick up something and I probably found the most ugliest piece of clothing EVER! TA DA DA DAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOUTDsBmtuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EYauBcxfg7g/s1600/IMG00856-20101118-1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOUTDsBmtuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EYauBcxfg7g/s400/IMG00856-20101118-1117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540855870627690210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, the sleeves are acid washed denim! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Isn't it refreshing? The low quality of my pictures? I'm probably the only person in the world who didn't go all pro all of a sudden. Actually this is me being all awesome photographer. You don't see a thumb covering the lens do ya? xD &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/2100112333317883605-2011921387109859699?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2011921387109859699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/drunk-on-lack-of-sleep-day-out.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2011921387109859699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2011921387109859699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/drunk-on-lack-of-sleep-day-out.html' title='A Drunk on Lack of Sleep Day Out'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOUOer3SNcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0UCB8olfXEg/s72-c/IMG00852-20101118-1016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3604223433265905437</id><published>2010-11-17T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T04:47:57.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Late Night Rambles</title><content type='html'>Damn it people. All I read is about football and footballers. Yes, of course medical books too. But I'm on a break now so... But really those websites are addictive. You must check them out: &lt;a href="http://www.kickette.com/"&gt;http://www.kickette.com/&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://unamadridista.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://unamadridista.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want to talk, tweet and blog about is football. It's not cute or funny any more. Don't get me wrong, I'm LOVING it. It brings such joy to me. I'd drop medical school and be a sports journalist in a heart beat. But the thing is, am I boring you? No, one really told me I am. I just get the &lt;i&gt;oh but you are a girl how come you like football &lt;/i&gt;comments and A LOT of them. Blah people it's gorgeous men running around. How come guys like it? That is the real question. And girls, liking sports does not make you less feminine. Sheesh it's gorgeous men and they take their shirts off at the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how I'm not alone in this. 2 of my friends got the football fever since the world cup too. And Zooz even tweeted this when I tweeted my concerns of the effects of this fever on my life: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 30px; "&gt;@&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" name="Dodah4" href="http://twitter.com/Dodah4" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(12, 209, 25); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Dodah4&lt;/a&gt; I know....i talk about 2 things...1)Football i.e happiness...2)kau i.e depression...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It amazes me how long this fever has lasted. Usually I have a very short attention span. I never get addicted to anything. A month or two is my limit. Football really knew how to tie me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I think it's time for a distraction. I mean it's healthy for me to blab about other things. Right? I asked my friend and she said I should write about my love for her - yeah right- or guys and relationships. Blah. So now I ask you what should I write about? TV shows? OK. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could Serena be an even more psycho/slut/bitch than she already is. That professor Collen is all forbidden-candy-I-MUST-have-him when she can't and he's yuck-oh-I-forgot-I'm-in-love-with-Dan when she can? SLUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And is it me or is Blair and Chuck is double m3 nfshom this season? Yes, Chuck made us all beg for mercy when he went all "I'm Chuck Bass" on that poor French girl. But that is it this season. The crappy love/hate sex scene with B was beyond bad and actually very funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Blair, turn the ego down a notch, will ya? It's disgusting. Cute when you were16 but not any more. And when she said: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Once men have tasted caviare, it baffles me how they settle for catfish." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh shit woman who the fuck do you think you are? Yes, what she said is perfectly correct but NOT in her case. BITCH! Just because she's rich doesn't make her caviare. That spoiled brat. The French girl was uglier true but she was also nice and pure and a whore. OK so maybe she was really catfish. But B didn't know that did she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is Jenny afraid of B and Chuck? What can they really do beside making her miserable that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and  the stupid tricks and games everyone is playing in this show, WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE? FIVE? It's really getting lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an up beat fashion wise note, I LOVE S's backless dresses. They look gorgeous on her. I want them! Blair's clothes suck all around this season too but her hair, I'm loving the color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about GG. Now some Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters. LMAO @ when Luke's mom appeared. I thought they thought we were stupid enough to think a Latino actress is French.  But then she was Portuguese who lived her life in France. Oh those Portuguese, how they manage to pop up even in my shows. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm that's it. You need more? I watch a lot of shows. You just ask for it. Or give me something else to write about or just ask me to shut up. I won't by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, this summer I was learning Spanish. And I was doing pretty good. By the end of the summer I could read and actually understand the general idea of what I read. Especially my football articles. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When school started I didn't have time so I stopped working on my Spanish. I'm forgetting things. I'm not as half as good. I can only go: uno, dos , tres, cuatro. I used to count to 20 and more before. Me so sad *pout* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOSZ5A7etrI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TSOIvcBJNZs/s1600/theramosisgaston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOSZ5A7etrI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TSOIvcBJNZs/s400/theramosisgaston.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540722646353622706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S: I have been staring at Segio Ramos's face for hours now. Great shot! &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/2100112333317883605-3604223433265905437?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3604223433265905437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/late-night-rambles.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3604223433265905437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3604223433265905437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/late-night-rambles.html' title='Late Night Rambles'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TOSZ5A7etrI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TSOIvcBJNZs/s72-c/theramosisgaston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-4184442612586476313</id><published>2010-11-10T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:03:25.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><title type='text'>Obsession Much?</title><content type='html'>Well yeah, it became a lovely obsession? What? Well, of course it's Real Madrid. So I'm gonna blabber a bit about my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, isn't this GIRL the cutest thing EVER!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNtsPEdmyrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4uXYBvDD0A0/s1600/74388_303066679952_19034719952_1090296_588080_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNtsPEdmyrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4uXYBvDD0A0/s400/74388_303066679952_19034719952_1090296_588080_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538139172933913266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; min-height: 20px; vertical-align: bottom; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hercules Vs Real Madrid - La Liga | 30/10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just fell in love with the picture and added it as my BBm picture. Not because of the cute baby, I never do that! But cuz of the cute awesome little RM jersey. We RM fans come in all sizes. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine then asked me who was the girl? She thought it might be one of my relatives. Then when mom saw it she told me the girl looked like ME when I was little. Awww that was just perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while we are on the baby subject, what's wrong with Cristiano Ronadlo? Why does he do a tickling-like move when he celebrates his goals? It was cute at first? But now I want to know WHY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNtwAaMvdaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/RqaO-xyBmFc/s1600/39545_300972674952_19034719952_1061047_1486757_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNtwAaMvdaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/RqaO-xyBmFc/s400/39545_300972674952_19034719952_1061047_1486757_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538143319117231522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(25, 43, 70); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(25, 43, 70); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Real Madrid 6-1 Deportivo | La Liga 03/10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNtwANYLiYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/iUn-AG1xz2I/s1600/37954_302508349952_19034719952_1083350_7766191_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNtwANYLiYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/iUn-AG1xz2I/s400/37954_302508349952_19034719952_1083350_7766191_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538143315675548034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(25, 43, 70); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Real Madrid 6-1 Racing Santander - La Liga 23/10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even sucked his thumb last night in the match against Real Murcia. From this and that I deduced that he's dedicating his goals to his son. Ain't I the brilliant detective :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also last night Jose Mourinho was sent off. But of course you can't REALLY send Mourinho out. He went and sat on the stairs with the crowds like a little scolded kid. LOL it was priceless! Love you Mou. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/rqk5SAFGbrwFwV0PZJnv/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a not so far note, LOOK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNtzn5SaR7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/umb41Din4yo/s1600/barriosesamo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNtzn5SaR7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/umb41Din4yo/s400/barriosesamo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538147296012289970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I WANT THE COOKIE MONSTER! Cuz you know C is for Cookie that's good enough for me. Oooh cookie cookie cookie that's me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ye8mB6VsUHw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-4184442612586476313?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4184442612586476313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/obsession-much.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4184442612586476313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4184442612586476313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/obsession-much.html' title='Obsession Much?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNtsPEdmyrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4uXYBvDD0A0/s72-c/74388_303066679952_19034719952_1090296_588080_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2347514990764599193</id><published>2010-11-08T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:12:18.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>Aww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNhKyy2XbwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ISqsYXK8CHk/s1600/antonellaandmessi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNhKyy2XbwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ISqsYXK8CHk/s400/antonellaandmessi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537257978355740418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aww looky. Lionel Messi's girlfriend, Antonella, is so cute. If they get married they'll make cute little short kids. xD &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2347514990764599193?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2347514990764599193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/aww.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2347514990764599193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2347514990764599193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/11/aww.html' title='Aww'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TNhKyy2XbwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ISqsYXK8CHk/s72-c/antonellaandmessi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3324612935488727464</id><published>2010-10-29T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:49:35.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>If I Die Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well I’ve had just enough time..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-3324612935488727464?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3324612935488727464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-die-young.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3324612935488727464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3324612935488727464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-die-young.html' title='If I Die Young'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-9111653439908619826</id><published>2010-10-26T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:27:25.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>First Oral</title><content type='html'>Hello, guess what I'm done with my first oral exam since 6th grade. What's an oral exam? Sounds dirty right? It's just me? OK. An oral exam it's when you basically get to play super doctor. You take history from the patient, examine them, order investigations, diagnose them, and then counsel and manage them. ALL in 10 minutes. In all fairness, in this exam we just said the examination we were to perform for the sake of time. But still KTEER! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, as a regular matter in KAU, we didn't have enough time to study and prepare for the exam so I was very nervous. But al7mdullah the case was easy, asthma, and the examiners were so nice. I think? We will know when I get my marks. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only regrets: I didn't ask about previous hospitalization cuz of an attack and I didn't ask the patient to stop smoking. I'm sure I forgot other things but I don't recall them now. Plus I was supposed to "sympathize" with the patient. But she was an ice queen, showed no emotions what so ever. I can't sympathise with that.  Marks on sympathy went down the drains. *pout* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the doctor asked me a couple of questions about cases I wrote in my log book. It was umm let's just say I answered some and said I don't remember to a couple. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all I got a "momtaz" from the doc bs hopefully she meant it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the final written so wish me luck. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EdmiOhpqlLI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EdmiOhpqlLI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-9111653439908619826?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9111653439908619826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-oral.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9111653439908619826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9111653439908619826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-oral.html' title='First Oral'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2881913228924839745</id><published>2010-10-16T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:45:45.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who's birthday was it? Well it's this señorita's 22nd B-day. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Al7mdullah I had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drew blood for the first time from my friend. Was surprised with a birthday cake the minute I stepped home &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 30px; "&gt;♥.  &lt;/span&gt;Went out with la familia to dinner and then frozen yoghurt. Watched Real Madrid vs Malaga. RM won for ME 1-4 and Cristiano Ronaldo scored 2 goals for ME! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 30px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TLoqSXW5OjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/GudH9DjN6r8/s1600/69440_301882419952_19034719952_1076017_2602709_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TLoqSXW5OjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/GudH9DjN6r8/s320/69440_301882419952_19034719952_1076017_2602709_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528777987546757682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hug ME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I can honestly say that I am happy today. Thank you Allah for all the blessings I have. To a year full of happiness and gratitude. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2100112333317883605-2881913228924839745?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2881913228924839745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2881913228924839745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2881913228924839745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TLoqSXW5OjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/GudH9DjN6r8/s72-c/69440_301882419952_19034719952_1076017_2602709_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5782589260244695799</id><published>2010-10-05T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:20:38.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky Saudis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>FUCK U KAU!</title><content type='html'>Let me take you through my day. I wake up around 6:30 a.m. cuz I must be in the hospital at 7:30, to catch the bus to go to a primary health clinic. The bus driver is a reckless, maniac who wants us all dead but unfortunately always fails and only succeed in mixing us like a happy hour cocktail. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour later we arrive at the PHC. We are supposed to observe doctors working their magic on patients and to learn from them some life long valuable skills. We observe all right. We observe the doctors that we don't want to be and if -God forbid we were- we ask the courage to leave this practice to some more worthy, qualified doctors cuz this is LIVES we are messing with! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TKtC_HPbPAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Doy57RL_3B0/s1600/IMG00762-20101002-0837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TKtC_HPbPAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Doy57RL_3B0/s320/IMG00762-20101002-0837.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524583019942984706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The PHC is very boring. It's not located in a poor neighbourhood so there aren't many patients. We deal with some doctors crap, walk around looking for something to do, fail, then talk about the Porsche parked outside the PHC, wondering which doc might possibly owns it, we leave, get mixed like a cocktail again, get a major headache, arrive at the university, miss breakfast/lunch or settle for whatever, attend VERY boring lectures till 4:00 p.m., go home. Or sometimes they don't even finish on time and you must fucking stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I finally arrive home, sometimes I'm too tired to even sleep. Like today, that's why I'm writing this. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I must study. Cuz guess what? On Saturday I have an OSCE exam. Yeah, we only just started. I know! After that you sleep a restless sleep and repeat the cycle all over again. Fun day? So yeah fuck you KAU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TKtC-70uFOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UuEcQnCrCNA/s1600/SaRawitta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TKtC-70uFOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UuEcQnCrCNA/s320/SaRawitta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524583016878183650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note today was a bit different. Still frustrating but different morning cocktail mixing. We went to the Arabian Centre for Natural Treatment. It's owned by doctor and engineer Yahya Koshk, a very interesting person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the centre they have a lot of kewl, since fictiony sounding stuff. It's just I wished they demonstrated those therapies they were talking about so we can see for ourselves. If you want to know what I'm talking about Google alternative and complementary medicine :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell me about your day. Hope it's better than mine. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And girls don't forget to feel your boobies.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-5782589260244695799?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5782589260244695799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/fuck-u-kau.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5782589260244695799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5782589260244695799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/10/fuck-u-kau.html' title='FUCK U KAU!'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TKtC_HPbPAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Doy57RL_3B0/s72-c/IMG00762-20101002-0837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-9184443903411741982</id><published>2010-09-27T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:47:50.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky Saudis'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hola amigos. The school year started on Saturday and I really hoped I'd write a witty post of my first day of the fifth year in medical school but I guess that won't be happening. It was tiring, scary and super boring. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started my family medicine rotation, I really hope it passes by pleasantly. Today we were supposed to go to a primary health clinic to see it in action. But we waited from 7:30 am to 9-ish and the buses didn't come, so the visit got cancelled for today. Not that I am complaining, cuz I don't really feel like going but I had to wake up extra early for this. The silly thing on my way from the hospital to the campus to attend some lectures, I saw this  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TKCCbgD8tgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/LfHpZH2dk3Q/s1600/IMG00774-20100927-0924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TKCCbgD8tgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/LfHpZH2dk3Q/s320/IMG00774-20100927-0924.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521556552130803202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the buses and drivers are present at campus, but we didn't go. Why is that? My friend said maybe because the windows aren't shaded. Which normally would be far fetched but this is KAU and we are in Saudi. So yeah maybe. Could you imagine the horror. Girls in a bus and guys can see them! :/  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more pleasant subject, I saw Vampires Suck and it is hilarious you will laugh your ass out all through out the movie. They really nailed twilight. Seriously a must watch! xD   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-9184443903411741982?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9184443903411741982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9184443903411741982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9184443903411741982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TKCCbgD8tgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/LfHpZH2dk3Q/s72-c/IMG00774-20100927-0924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1705705301205592678</id><published>2010-09-18T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:41:39.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crzay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Vampires Suck</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not talking about the movie. Though I can't wait to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHkPJ1ACLrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHkPJ1ACLrg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about all the little holes and flaws made in the idea of them. Don't get me wrong I love watching True Blood and The Vampire Diaries and I love to think that maybe vampires really do exist -don't you dare make fun of me- but I just can't let go of all the biological crap. &lt;div&gt;For instance in TVD,when a vamp wants to save a human's life and he feeds him from his blood and then say "it'll pass through your system in a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;few days&lt;/span&gt;". What? How in the world? Last time I checked we human beings do NOT sweat blood and unless you are a woman and will get your period in the next few days, I don't see how this blood will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pass through your system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Which then brings us to True Blood, the blood NEVER passes through your system? If you had some of the vamp's blood, you'll always have his blood in you and you'll be connected for life. Dude, red blood cells life span is 120 days. The connection should only last that long, dumb ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;And another thing what's up with the lame ass vampire always getting the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; girl and the HOT, awesome, fantastic vampire always falling in love with her but can never have her cuz he is "bad" and plus she is madly in love with her tormented vamp. But wait a sec why is this vamp so tormented in the first place? I though he has no soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; And how come vampires' love is so strong and undying? Yet again I thought they had no souls? Are you telling me, that for a love to be true and everlasting it should be soul-less? No, wait. Now I'm confused. What is a soul anyway? I'll Google it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0" style="display: inline !important; background-color: inherit; color: inherit; text-decoration: inherit; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plato" title="Plato" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Plato&lt;/a&gt;, drawing on the words of his teacher &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Socrates" title="Socrates" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Socrates&lt;/a&gt;, considered the soul as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Essence" title="Essence" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;essence&lt;/a&gt; of a person, being, that which decides how we behave. He considered this essence as an incorporeal, eternal occupant of our being. As bodies die the soul is continually reborn in subsequent bodies. The Platonic soul comprises three parts:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 3.2em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-image: none; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logos" title="Logos" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;logos&lt;/a&gt; (mind, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nous" title="Nous" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;nous&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reason" title="Reason" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;reason&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thumos" title="Thumos" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;thymos&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion" title="Emotion" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;emotion&lt;/a&gt;, or spiritedness, or masculine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eros_(concept)" title="Eros (concept)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;eros&lt;/a&gt; (appetitive, or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motivation" title="Motivation" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;desire&lt;/a&gt;, or feminine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Each of these has a function in a balanced and peaceful soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shit! I don't care what you say, according to Plato them vampires got souls. Or they are really alive and not dead as they claim? Is being a vamp just another way of being? Which brings me to another flaw in the plot. You say they are dead. Their hearts don't beat. So blood is not being pumped to their organs. But yet they bleed, cry blood, and have erections. Weird. I could let it drop it by saying they maybe are engorged with blood and male vampires are running around with a hard one all night. OK? Seriously vampires suck! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we still love them xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TJVB0u_ADGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/7bpHKR4jyBk/s1600/Damon-Salvatore-s234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TJVB0u_ADGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/7bpHKR4jyBk/s320/Damon-Salvatore-s234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518389292633689186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damon Salvatore from TVD. Bless his non-beating heart. In one scene he was reading Twilight and he said they got it all wrong or something. And that's why they suck and don't even qualify to be called vampires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And  an even better reason to love and to forget all about the suckniess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TJVEGt-RLvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bLQ1xxm9wXg/s1600/EricNorthmanTrueBloodHot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TJVEGt-RLvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bLQ1xxm9wXg/s320/EricNorthmanTrueBloodHot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518391800623083250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eric Northman from True Blood. He'll make you want to jump out of your skin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I watch too much TV :/ &lt;/span&gt;&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/2100112333317883605-1705705301205592678?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1705705301205592678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/vampires-suck.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1705705301205592678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1705705301205592678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/vampires-suck.html' title='Vampires Suck'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TJVB0u_ADGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/7bpHKR4jyBk/s72-c/Damon-Salvatore-s234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3148079115538871628</id><published>2010-09-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:47:51.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eid'/><title type='text'>Eid Mubark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TIhXVPjxLfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DzP5NC3aPM4/s1600/eid_mubarak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TIhXVPjxLfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DzP5NC3aPM4/s320/eid_mubarak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514753766180597234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aola amigos. It's the last day of Ramadan. Hope you have been good people. Allah yt8bl mnn o mnkom 9al7 al a3aml and Eid mubark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad it's going to be on a Friday. I just love how what they taught us in school comes to life. You know when &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://almadinahacademy.com/qa/220-jumuah-prayers-on-eid"&gt;Jumu'ah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; prayers become not obligatory to all men. If some went, it's enough. Although I'm a woman and I don't have to go anyway, still I find it very amusing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make the most of this last day and enjoy your Eid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-3148079115538871628?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3148079115538871628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid-mubark.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3148079115538871628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3148079115538871628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid-mubark.html' title='Eid Mubark'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TIhXVPjxLfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DzP5NC3aPM4/s72-c/eid_mubarak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1700974558256221601</id><published>2010-08-31T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:35:54.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><title type='text'>My New Passion</title><content type='html'>You've all noticed how much I enjoyed the world cup. Me, you, everyone thought this football frenzy will be over by the time Spain proudly won the world cup. Well, we were wrong. I'm so much in love with football. There is no cure from this bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research aka Googling before the football season started and picked a team to root for. Guess what team I chose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats if you guessed Real Madrid. Now guess why? WOW I can't believe you couldn't guess that LOL. Well there isn't one reason. It's like a bunch of factors that collided together to make a reason called the dream team. My dream team consists of:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. The yummy bunny himself: CR. And it got nothing to do with his yumminess. His foot work and dedication to the game is just unbelievable. Yeah OK whatever don't believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Sergio Ramos *hearts*. Although I hated you when you kicked Germany's ass. But damn you're good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Iker Casillas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Di Maria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. They signed with Mesut Ozil and Sami Khdira. WOOT WOOOT. You guys made me super happy. And confirmed my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Jose Mourinho. Well I don't really "know" him. But my brothers love him. And he led Inter Milan to win the UEFA Champions League. Which is good enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough said. Over the past month or so I fell deeper in love with this team. But now that la liga started, I can't say I'm very pleased with Real Madrid's performance. Will that was my feelings since the pre season but after the match with Mallorca, I'm more like very disappointed. So I told my friend Yara, who was a Barcelona fan then converted for the sake of SR, CR and me, about the utter disgrace of the draw. She responded by changing her BBm status to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TH2m3MNfKLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yOmzXR8LCz8/s1600/y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TH2m3MNfKLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yOmzXR8LCz8/s320/y.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511744986072164530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My response was: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TH2m20w2khI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_g74lzVNUps/s1600/Capture0_27_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TH2m20w2khI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_g74lzVNUps/s320/Capture0_27_32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511744979778048530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm seriously thinking about it. Hot never tops loser. After my little brother heard my deceleration of ditching foot ball, he said I'm allowed to change heart. It's not like I'm a die hard fan or whatever. But I don't think I just can change teams. Remember my policy if you say you'll do something you stick to it. It's more of liking than doing in this situation. So maybe I can wiggle myself out of this one. Let's not be rash. Mourinho just needs time to work his magic with this team and soon they'll work wonders. I hope. But in every match someone is freaking injured. It's like there's a curse or something *pout*. HALA MADRID! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's your favourite foot ball team? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1700974558256221601?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1700974558256221601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-passion.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1700974558256221601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1700974558256221601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-passion.html' title='My New Passion'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TH2m3MNfKLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yOmzXR8LCz8/s72-c/y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-4430948634574995125</id><published>2010-08-29T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:06:02.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>Yes? No? Or Maybe?</title><content type='html'>As hot, smart, assertive, self sufficient young ladies the train -I'm not gonna say marriage but- of being in serious relationships might pass us by. For the lack of suitable worthy men, whom are strong enough to handle such assertiveness. Plus we don't have the time for whining, insecure men in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually a woman of such qualities after a certain age and amount of years when she established her career and position in life, becomes open to having that whinny little man in her life. She could go for a guy her age whom somewhat might appear mature and accomplished but sadly can't get it up. Or she can be labeled as the sexy cougar that is looking for a much younger play toy of a man. Just like Demi Moore and Ashton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/THr3yU9JPSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nKUIPoH1ey0/s1600/demi-moore-pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/THr3yU9JPSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nKUIPoH1ey0/s320/demi-moore-pregnant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510989538031910178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if this hot cougar is not even in her 30s? Hell she's still in her late 20s. Then we call her a puma. But what if she was 22 and she is attracted to 19 year old guys. Then what? We call her a kitty? A term for such case wasn't invented cuz usually  it doesn't exist. But sadly that is the bizarre case with our friend Tatiana.&lt;br /&gt;Tatiana found herself in a situation where she is surrounded by 19 year old boys and no real men in sight.  For a 22 year old that should be a turn off. But those are hot, muscular, would put Sergio Ramos into shame 19 year olds. So let's not be rash and discard the idea of dating such younger men -or kids- so fast. But first you must know we are not talking about Arabs. Cuz then they will be skinny and small and girls their own age wouldn't wanna date them let alone an older girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros for dating a 19 year old: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;• He is hot. But then again so are guys in their twenties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;• He is easy to control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;• He would do anything to please you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;• According to Tatiana an older girl seems perfect to the younger guy and he doesn't compare you to other women. My theory to explain is: maybe there weren't any other women or they weren't sober enough to remember such women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;• He likes to show you off. &lt;i&gt;Man I scored an older hot chick -or puma. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;• You can be your silly self around him and act childish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;• You don't have to worry about him chasing 19 year old girls cuz they still have pimples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now the cons: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;• He is a TEENAGER!&lt;br /&gt;• If women complained from 40 year old men immaturity. Let's not begin to talk about those children.&lt;br /&gt;• He WILL embarrass you in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;• Even though you are just 22, you'll always be reminded that you are OLDer.&lt;br /&gt;• It is still not socially accepted.&lt;br /&gt;• You can never ever expect him to be serious or thinking of a future to your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;• He might still have pimples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Although the cons are less aren't they more destructive to the relationship than the more pros? Help Tatiana decide is dating a 19 year old a yes? A big no? Or just a maybe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-4430948634574995125?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4430948634574995125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-no-or-maybe.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4430948634574995125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4430948634574995125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-no-or-maybe.html' title='Yes? No? Or Maybe?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/THr3yU9JPSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nKUIPoH1ey0/s72-c/demi-moore-pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2005224228507823220</id><published>2010-07-31T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:49:57.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><title type='text'>Life of Pi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TFR3qsglhjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Rkni6zsniQ8/s320/life-of-pi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500152620312266290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone a while back recommended this book to me. I can't recall who but thanks, I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*Spoiler Alert* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The book promises you a story that will make you believe in God. I'm not sure how? But since I already believe who cares. At the beginning and due to the promise I thought it was just about this Indian kid who is exploring religion and God. Which was fine, I loved this part. Some deep, intense stuff. Though for a second there I got all closed minded and just couldn't get over the fact that you can NOT have 3 religions. You just can't. When the 3 wise men fought over that same issue and he said "I just want to love God", I felt ashamed and shut my head up. But then after reading the whole thing I stand by believing it's wrong. I guess Yann Martel, didn't do enough research about Islam. Because if he did he will know that a person who is a Muslim and whose major is religion would know that the only unforgivable sin in Islam is to worship other Gods or things beside Allah. Big failure. But hey that's not the point of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Now to the sea part, seriously "film hindi" LOL. Some really unbelievable, disgusting shit. And while I was reading it, I thought it was really a true story cuz he kinda of said so at the author's notes, but then I found out it's fiction. The point is I wanted to google a lot of the stuff cuz they sounded so science fictiony. And it really Really broke my heart. Too much suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TFR4v7vDWFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/udy9MEln48Q/s1600/meerkats-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TFR4v7vDWFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/udy9MEln48Q/s320/meerkats-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500153809810446418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he gave that other version or story or whatever, if it's a true story, I would have favoured it. Cuz seriously how in the world were the meerkats would exist in that carnivore island? By the way the meerkats totally reminded me of the world cup. No, for real, if such island exists that would be awesome. I ain't questioning it either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to know what happens next? How could a person who has went through all of that lead a normal life? It's a great book and I totally recommend it to you. A part of me thinks it's a must read too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2005224228507823220?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2005224228507823220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-of-pi.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2005224228507823220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2005224228507823220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-of-pi.html' title='Life of Pi'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TFR3qsglhjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Rkni6zsniQ8/s72-c/life-of-pi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-9081206981664303431</id><published>2010-07-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:21:55.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Questioning Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was tagged by the sweet &lt;a href="http://gogo-penelope.blogspot.com/"&gt;Another Penelope. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 181, 255); line-height: 20px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten how’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How did you get one of your scars?&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't have any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;/strong&gt; I had 2 birthday parties. One at home with my family and the other one was a surprise party a few &lt;i&gt;months&lt;/i&gt; before my birthday, at my friend's house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;/strong&gt; empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How did your night go last night?&lt;/strong&gt; I went out with my bro but I'm PMSing so not good. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How did you do in high school?&lt;/strong&gt; I did great al 7mdullah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; I bought it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How often do you see your best friend(s)?&lt;/strong&gt; a few times every six months or a year. She lives in another continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. How much money did you spend last month?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know and I don't want to know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. But sure as hell not in my early twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. How old will you be at your next birthday? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;22. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine what’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Your mother’s name?&lt;/strong&gt; Nabihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What did you do last weekend?&lt;/strong&gt; Umm what is today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is the most important part of your life?&lt;/strong&gt; My family and education. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What would you rather be doing?&lt;/strong&gt; Travelling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What did you last cry over?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm PMSing. I just burst into tears for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;/strong&gt; Listening to good music, crying and exercising. Eating ice cream used to do the trick but not any more. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not looking for a significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What are you worried about?&lt;/strong&gt; Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/strong&gt; PB sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight you’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes, but they were celebs aka not real people. So it doesn't count. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever been out of the country? &lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven who’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Who was the last person you saw?&lt;/strong&gt; My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who was the last person you texted?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't text much any more. But I last BBmd my friend Yara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;/strong&gt; My lil bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/strong&gt; My driver. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Who did you last hug? &lt;/strong&gt;Mom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Who is the last person who texted you?&lt;/strong&gt; Dear old STC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? &lt;/strong&gt;Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six where’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Where does your best friend(s) live?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; LA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Where did you last go?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Red Sea mall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Where did you last hang out?&lt;/strong&gt; Same as the last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where do you go to school? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;KAU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;/strong&gt; Istanbul. I miss you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Where did you sleep last night?&lt;/strong&gt; In my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five do’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you think anyone likes you?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I wish the people I know were some other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you know the muffin man? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I would love to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Does the future scare you?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do your parents know about your blog?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four why’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Why are you best friends with your best friends?&lt;/strong&gt; She's the only one that can make me laugh when I'm really down. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Why did you get into Blogging?&lt;/strong&gt; My friend Fadiah told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? &lt;/strong&gt;Both of my parents loved the name even before they met. It was meant to be.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Why are you doing this survey?&lt;/strong&gt; I was tagged and I thought it might be fun. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three if’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; Flaying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Oh I would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring?&lt;/strong&gt; a good, eye candy companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two would-you-ever’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? &lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;1. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; Al 7mdullah 3la kol 7al. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 181, 255); line-height: 20px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 181, 255); line-height: 20px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I tag: Trapped Medic, Drama Queen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332951368178817982" rel="nofollow" style="color: rgb(74, 52, 36); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Shahirah Elaiza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767987556070203938" rel="nofollow" style="color: rgb(74, 52, 36); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;eshda3wa&lt;/a&gt; and everyone who's interested. &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/2100112333317883605-9081206981664303431?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9081206981664303431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/questioning-tag.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9081206981664303431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9081206981664303431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/questioning-tag.html' title='Questioning Tag'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1112549341312168725</id><published>2010-07-25T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T02:58:14.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Flexible Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TEwEK4Aqg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/pSUadQAMU7g/s1600/So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TEwEK4Aqg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/pSUadQAMU7g/s320/So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497773829992907746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the summer started. I was watching So You Think You Can Dance season 7. And you know how I am when I watch TV, I wanna be like them. But when it comes to this show I will just settle with being as flexible as the dancers. Cuz I was not flexible. Can't-reach-my-toes-even -though-I'm-thin-inflexible. So I had to do something about it. Noticed how I used was instead of is? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes ladies and gents, I am now flexible LOL. Wanna know how? Will, since the beginning of the summer I have started doing some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kundalini_yoga" class="l" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;Kundalini yoga&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Though I'm not into the spiritual, mental thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the first session, it was as I heard some say, like you have never breathed before. I have used up some lung capacity, I have never knew existed. I don't know if it was the too much oxygen that went to my brain for the first time or what? But I stayed light headed and dizzy for 3 hours after. People you should REALLY learn how to breath. Good breathing uplifts your spirit and relaxes you beyond anything else. And that concludes the good part of the first experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out how inflexible my body really is and it was extremely frustrating not being able to get into the full poses. And while I'm in the middle of my struggle, the dude in the DVD says "and you're as young as your spine is flexible". THANK YOU VERY MUCH! I'm 21 and my spine is stiff as hell so what does that makes me? 40? Needless to say that line destroyed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TEwEtIS7PtI/AAAAAAAAATw/fdNpjwKtsN4/s1600/img_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TEwEtIS7PtI/AAAAAAAAATw/fdNpjwKtsN4/s320/img_1928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497774418480021202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1st attempt to get into camel pose. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully the frustration was a result of the first session alone. The second day, I was able to get into most of the poses except camel pose but still I took that pose further than I did before. Which was a big thing cuz it was the hardest one for me. Third time I got into ALL the poses. Including camel pose. I am so happy with the results and really amazed of how fast it happened alhmdullah. As I'm continuing to do yoga, I'm getting better and better results every day. And I'm doing pilates now too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TEv_FzRpmPI/AAAAAAAAATY/zs99bqTz4tI/s1600/Camel-300-no-logo-993x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TEv_FzRpmPI/AAAAAAAAATY/zs99bqTz4tI/s320/Camel-300-no-logo-993x1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497768245264488690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2nd attempt. Note: the heels are raised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TEwEs1UaXsI/AAAAAAAAATo/2VDpRLRiqSs/s1600/camelPose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TEwEs1UaXsI/AAAAAAAAATo/2VDpRLRiqSs/s320/camelPose2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497774413385981634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Full pose. I CAN DO THIS NOW! :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember people you are as young as your spines are flexible. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1112549341312168725?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1112549341312168725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/flexible-me.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1112549341312168725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1112549341312168725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/flexible-me.html' title='Flexible Me?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TEwEK4Aqg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/pSUadQAMU7g/s72-c/So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8921561232829666869</id><published>2010-07-11T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:35:44.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr.Bibi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><title type='text'>2010 World Cup Memories and Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TDqmrLTm9SI/AAAAAAAAATM/crX2AJ0s2qE/s1600/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TDqmrLTm9SI/AAAAAAAAATM/crX2AJ0s2qE/s320/s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492885956231361826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for me to reflect upon in 4 years time. Inshallah I'll be reading it in Brazil. If you didn't watch this world cup you won't understand what I'm talking about and maybe even if you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it has been a month already. It feels like just last week we were watching the opening match. Staring at a black screen with the words "no signal" no thanks to al Jazeerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said I won't root for a specific team and that I'll just root for the hottest one every match. Yeah that was not the case. Not even close. I was sold to Germany the minute I knew Mesut Özil was playing. A Very amazing Turk player. Plus I love Germany in the medical field and I think it is a great country. Too bad for Mesut he was only a star in the matches against Australia and Ghana. But he is young and he is a big star in the making.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the German team. Every and each one of them had a piece of my heart. I loved how they topped group D. As in D for Duha. Me. And how they scored 4 goals each in 3 of their matches. Which 4 is my lucky number. I'm telling you those are MY boys.&lt;br /&gt;I was super sad when Muller got a yellow card in the match with Argentina and was to miss the match with Spain. Di Maria from Argentina also handballed but did not get a yellow card. So that is NOT FAIR! I hate the referees in this world cup. Bunch of ass holes. Anyway after my boys lost against Spain, I was DYING to know what was Muller thinking. I searched for an interview with him but nothing. I really wanted to talk to him. Puff I'm not a stalker. I just needed to know what was he thinking. LOL that sounds funny now. And then when Klose didn't play against Uruguay I was so heart broken. Oh why would he do that? The flu? Back injury? Those are not reasons. If he was dead, I would want someone to drag his corpse all over the field and hope for the ball to hit his body and score 2 times. If he did he would have broken the all-time FIFA World Cup finals scoring record of 15. I really needed to talk to him too. Enough about Germany. For now that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Portugal, at their first match I was at the beginning against them cuz my little brother rooted for them. I made jokes after jokes and made him change his mind and never ever root for them again. But during the match Cristiano Ronaldo, whom I never really understood why is everybody obsessed with him, threw and got himself a yellow card for acting I guess. He then screamed "FUCK YOU". I was signed, sealed delivered. Man that was HOT! And I am not the only one who thinks that. And that is how me rooting for Portugal was borne LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The next match with Korea was just AWESOME! Loved every bit of the 7 goals. And how Cristiano was getting frustrated for not scoring himself and then he did score that silly yummy goal and LOL. He made my day. The next day my friend was insisting that the ball rolled over his ass and then he shot it. I told her I didn't see no ass involvement and that we must see it again to make sure. I still think there weren't but it is still a cute goal. Speaking of his ass, that same friend was commenting on it and another friend told her "siby his ass fi 7alo". LOL I think it was hilarious but that is just me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GhPF_rk0Bok&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GhPF_rk0Bok&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Spain,&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart twice. Kicking both of my teams out. But I'm oddly still happy that you won the cup. Maybe because you were really the best or maybe cuz you have hands down the hottest guys in the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED the second half of the match with Paraguay. Super entertaining. I watched it 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Holland,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I love you guys and love your country. Had some amazing memories there. But what the fuck? It's football not kill-the-Spanish-game. You played too fucking rough at the final. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Villa and Wesley, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;HAHA Muller got the Adidas Golden Boot Yaay. The only importance of the final for me, was to make sure you 2 freaks don't score. Woop woop. I say this with love cuz I like you both as players. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude this might be the longest, most disorganized post EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On crying, that was a major up in the world cup. I just enjoy getting sad over them cute guys crying. Sick? I know. The most memorable crying dudes -I was struggling to find a word better than cry babies- were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That cute Italian dude that was really crying but I can't really remember his name. LOL not so memorable ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oscar the Paraguayan who lost the penalty shot against Spain. Y7ZIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eduardo, Portugal's goal keeper. He BROKE MY HEART! Poor thing. He was really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Casillas, Spain's goal keeper, tears of joy. Top notch awesome happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wesley Senijder glistening eyes after he cried was so cute. Poor little thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now let's talk in general. That was not in general? I mean about some random players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Diego Forlan, you are HOT plus a very amazing player. You totally deserved that Golden Ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Luis Suarez, I really don't like you but you totally saved the day in the match with Ghana. That was REALLY FUNNY! Great goal keeping skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;David Villa, you MOVE like a real matador. I like o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Siphiwe Tshabalala, I really like your last name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUWZuioV_DY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUWZuioV_DY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is enough. No one will read all of this let alone me. Oh wait. Last thing, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to STC: FUCK YOU! I LOVED watching/BBming the matches with Yori. For you to cut off the service just because I changed to prepaid so you won't rob me as much was plain WHAT THE FUCK YA 7RAMIAH! I have been begging you to TAKE MY MONEY for 2 WEEKS NOW and still NOTHING! I hope you burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a happy world cup to you too. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-8921561232829666869?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8921561232829666869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-post-is-for-me-to-reflect-upon-in.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8921561232829666869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8921561232829666869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-post-is-for-me-to-reflect-upon-in.html' title='2010 World Cup Memories and Rants'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TDqmrLTm9SI/AAAAAAAAATM/crX2AJ0s2qE/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-667106640393950177</id><published>2010-06-30T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:11:30.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crzay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>4th Year - Final Day</title><content type='html'>I had 4 finals today. Ophthalmology finale written and OSCE. ENT finale written and OSCE. I didn't REALLY study. I was busy last night. First with being excited about Portugal's match vs Spain. Then was busy being absolutely mad and depressed cuz poor old Portugal lost. And it wasn't a fair loss. Ronaldo so deserved at least a free kick and if so it was an absolute goal  but the fucking referee denied it. Whatever, it is over right? Anyway, so after the match I couldn't possibly study. I discussed the thing with my friends on facebook then I went to bed. Woke up in the morning. Had some coffee, which I don't usually do. Started studying and did some or a lot of twittering. Went to the hospital. Took the ophthalmology written then at the OSCE, I wrote the answers at the questions sheet, although the doc specifically told us to write it in the ANSWERS SHEET. Thank God Dr.Bawzeer noticed and unfortunately wasn't very happy with my stupidity. So he got really mad, stood right next to me and pretended to scream at the whole auditorium but me and everyone around me knew he was actually screaming at me. At the moment I was so embarrassed, I wanted al ar9' tnsh8 o tbl3ny. Then a few minutes after, he came back to make sure I wrote them in the right place. Again whatever! Though some girls really LIKE this doc and I was told by one of them "You should be honoured he noticed you and talked to you". Really? I hope next time it happens to you then. But really thank you doc for noticing. Woosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was ENT. Dr.Sindi kept fucking screaming like a mad man for an unknown reason to me. The dude almost gave me a heart attack.  Anyway, the ENT OSCE was SUPER SHIT! I only wish the person who corrects my paper doesn't kill himself. The written was meh. But it couldn't just be a meh. No, God forbid. My tummy remembered its famous exams ritual that it has to make noises. And guess what? Yes, the resident was standing a few steps behind me. Fuck. I kept praying he doesn't hear my tummy and wished oh how I wished that I had breakfast before I came. It wasn't that loud so hopefully he didn't hear or that I never see him or doc Bawzeer ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I rewarded my self with a Farppuccino and a cookie from Starbucks. What a wonderful day to end such a wonderful year. Please fifth year, do not be as wonderful or even more. My heart could only handle much wonderfullity.    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, I still can't believe this year has actually ended al 7mdullah. And it's been a full school year since I wrote this post:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/4th-year-day-1.html"&gt; 4th Year-Day One. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way what do you think should I do something productive this summer or should I just lounge around? I'm so confused. Again whatever. Wish you all a great summer XoXO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to KAU: 4 finals before an important match and then nothing at the days where no matches what so ever are held? FUCK YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-667106640393950177?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/667106640393950177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/4th-year-finale-day.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/667106640393950177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/667106640393950177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/4th-year-finale-day.html' title='4th Year - Final Day'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-261568073554385106</id><published>2010-06-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T09:50:45.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the lot of you who are following eagerly the status of my teeth, I am happy to report that I am no longer in braces al hamdullah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND Germany won. Woop woop *dancing*. Actually it is more like KILLED England 4-1.  I love you my boys XOXO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-261568073554385106?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/261568073554385106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/261568073554385106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/261568073554385106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3470592593657790268</id><published>2010-06-26T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:05:11.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went out with 2 of my football-Portugal-Cristiano-fans-friends to watch what other than the match between Brazil and Portugal. We went to Campioni Sports Cafe. It's a hot exclusive spot to watch the world cup here in Jeddah. Definitely a must go for you football freaks. Though you must buy your tickets a few days before the match you desire to watch that is if you don't want to shed sweat blood and tears to get it, like we did. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TCYr25eV1fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fA6yOBqOtyU/s1600/IMG00583-20100625-1623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TCYr25eV1fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fA6yOBqOtyU/s320/IMG00583-20100625-1623.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487121418138539506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We painted our faces in red and green in solidarity with Portugal. Most of the people there were Brazil fans except a bunch of women in the ground floor that kept screaming with US. The screaming is very confusing. The guy who was rooting for Brazil kept screaming out of terror and sometimes joy and we would get confused as to if we saw something different. Plus that dude brought his kids and dressed them all in Brazil shirts. A sight very sore to the eye. Then there was the not so sore, yummy bunny Cristiano *sigh*. He looked so CUTE. But he did get on our nerves a little bit. Why doesn't he chase the fucking ball? He gives up so easily. At least that's what we think. I don't think he should have been awarded Man of the Match. But hey he's happy, I'm happy. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs047.ash2/35712_413035022163_81221197163_4385705_6728557_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 433px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs047.ash2/35712_413035022163_81221197163_4385705_6728557_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pictures&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/album.php?aid=183631&amp;amp;id=81221197163&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun facts about the menu, they have a hookah named after Cristiano. Shitty thing I don't smoke that thing. Why couldn't they make him a desert so I would eat him? *pout*&lt;/div&gt; And the food was named after football teams. Real Madrid was basal pasta. I wasn't in the mood for it and I'm not that obsessed with Cristiano so I passed. I got an AC Roma burger which I'm not sure if it's a combination between AC Milan and AS Roma? Or if there is actually a team called that? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TCYnLtvllgI/AAAAAAAAASo/dusWAQLQ2tA/s1600/IMG00584-20100625-1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TCYnLtvllgI/AAAAAAAAASo/dusWAQLQ2tA/s320/IMG00584-20100625-1650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487116278208763394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TCYnL5sC4sI/AAAAAAAAASw/8fVtxeh9hC0/s1600/IMG00585-20100625-1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TCYnL5sC4sI/AAAAAAAAASw/8fVtxeh9hC0/s1600/IMG00585-20100625-1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TCYnL5sC4sI/AAAAAAAAASw/8fVtxeh9hC0/s320/IMG00585-20100625-1650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487116281415131842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity we can't go watch Germany kicks England's ass tomorrow cuz we must study for our fnals. Or maybe it's a good thing? Cuz both of my friends are with England and we are very hot blooded people, whom takes football VERY seriously. And Obviously our friendship is much more important :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Germany. Make me proud boys XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-3470592593657790268?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3470592593657790268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3470592593657790268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3470592593657790268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/TCYr25eV1fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fA6yOBqOtyU/s72-c/IMG00583-20100625-1623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-4584873523326868997</id><published>2010-06-22T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:14:17.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr.Bibi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><title type='text'>Lame?</title><content type='html'>Today I overslept. Mom woke me and I didn't panic. I just smiled at her and played with my hair. I got ready as slowly as if I'm an hour early. Then I BBed my friend to tell me when the next lecture start. She BBed back that the 1st lecture was cancelled and the next will be 15 minutes later. Which is perfect so I can be there on time. When I got there a girl asked me if I saw her friend? I said: "I don't know, I just got here". She said: "maslllah did you arrange that with the docs?". LOL. I like to think it is because of the positive energy I sent to the universe by not panicking. So I'll keep up my positive attitude and hope no, believe in an Algerian and a German win tomorrow and another Portuguese on Friday. xD &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: God bless the cookie that made up my day yesterday XOXO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-4584873523326868997?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4584873523326868997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/lame.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4584873523326868997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4584873523326868997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/lame.html' title='Lame?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2456000636162163886</id><published>2010-06-13T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T07:40:48.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Imma Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apS4bH6svM0/SteaGjzcZiI/AAAAAAAABbI/CWgPBVG5ZcI/s400/peter_pan_flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apS4bH6svM0/SteaGjzcZiI/AAAAAAAABbI/CWgPBVG5ZcI/s400/peter_pan_flying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you shouldn't allow kids to watch everything on TV cuz they will want to fly like Peter Pan and shoot each other? Yeah, I too should not be allowed. Why? I watch The Vampire Diaries and suddenly I want to be a vampire and I need to watch Twilight to kill that stupid fantasy. I watch Glee and boom I want a glee club at my university. Even though I can't sing. So You Think You Can Dance and I'm more realistic here, I just want to be more flexible. I watch the Olympics and man how much I want to be the first Saudi Olympian woman who brings the gold. I still want that. I have wanted to be a doctor, lawyer, mutant from X-men, cat woman, Lady Gaga and even wanted to get my own Pokemon. Never really wanted to be a gossip girl though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest wanna be is a football player. Guess why? xD&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to play with the girls. Super lame. I want to play with the big boys and at the world cup only. I'll settle with being a goal keeper, since I don't want to be smashed. And as it happens to be I'm an excellent goal keeper or so I have been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delusions aside, I came up with a more proper way to make my dream of playing with the hot, sweaty guys come true. I'll get into sports medicine. Ahh I can picture it already. *day dreams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk football, I am not cheering for a particular team. Cuz our fucking awesome Saudi team is not in. I decided to cheer for the cutest team playing every match. Super stupid girl attitude. But I'm doing it. Another thing, girls if you don't care about the world cup, don't pretend that you do. It annoys the fuck out of me. And no, my super-stupid-girl attitude is not the same, cuz I actually love sports. And if your not into the world cup and you are going all guys are stupid why are they into this shit and joining anti-world-cup clubs then you are coco. I advise you to keep it to yourself. Cuz who wouldn't want to see a bunch of hot, competitive guys making sports history? It gets your blood pumping while you are sitting in the comfort of your chair. Don't be offended. Do I sound bipolar?  I'm just very disappointed. Algeria lost and broke my heart. Stupid Idiot goal keeper. Speaking of stupid idiot goal keepers, England's Green, tops the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/em6e5mHw0bw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/em6e5mHw0bw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I think they should seriously consider getting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2456000636162163886?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2456000636162163886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/imma-be.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2456000636162163886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2456000636162163886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/06/imma-be.html' title='Imma Be'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apS4bH6svM0/SteaGjzcZiI/AAAAAAAABbI/CWgPBVG5ZcI/s72-c/peter_pan_flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-741941089367153861</id><published>2010-05-27T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:03:27.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky Saudis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><title type='text'>MTV True Life - Resist the Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.showtimearabia.com/$Common/Media/Bob/470x282/MTV-Arabia-Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.showtimearabia.com/$Common/Media/Bob/470x282/MTV-Arabia-Logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is probably the hundred and one post you read today about the episode. But I just wanted to write what I thought. But I think you should watch it &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/videos/true-life-resist-the-power-saudi-arabia/1639546/playlist.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before reading. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, Jeddah is so not photogenic. It's a big desert, the colors are so meh and the normal houses architecture is blah.  But it is really not that bad with the naked eye. Or is it? It's embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I personally do not mind the idea of the show. Some would say they have no right showing our dirty laundry to the out world but the fact of the matter is they might actually have improved the image a little bit. It's like we are more than this one stereotype. I don't feel like elaborating on how bs I hope you get my drift? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm gonna talk about the youth who they interviewed. Aziz, dude you are a LOSER! If that girl REALLY wanted to meet you, she would have went out herself to bring you inside the mall. And when you went in and she didn't show up and then broke up with you the same day, you wanna  know why she did that? It is because she saw you. Thought you were a big disappointment, so she decided to cut her losses and dump your sorry ass. And you talking about stupid dating on TV is not going to improve our society in any way shape or form. So get a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ftimah, I like you I really do. But you are not the one introducing colored abayas to the society. Women wore them when I was in the 6th grade. But the colors were ugly back then so the trend faded away. But now it's making a come back and I'm loving the colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have one that have a colored side and a black side, which I can wear both ways. Mine is TOO colourful so its hard for me to wear the colored side as much as I want. People do stare much. I hope colored abayas become more of a norm here. Cuz black ALL the time is so depressing and not summer friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved when she rode the bike. Me and my mom are in love with motor bicycles but being females in this society, we never get to ride them. So I told mom once, that I'm going to dress as a dude and do it, I just needed the motor bike. So she was like "marry a guy who has one and do it or we'll go to Italy and ride vespas together". I'm more with the second choice. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahmed, is simply great and should be a role model to other Saudi guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The metal band, I know this band LOL. My friend posted pictures from one of their gigs on facebook. WOW alot of Saudi guys are into metal music. Personally I don't get it, cuz I hate it. It's too loud and messy for my taste. But the fact that they write their own lyrics and are introducing it to this music's Muslims fans is a great thing. Cuz he said they don't mention religion. And the real metal music is really a satanic worshipping music. So yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really pity our people. This country closes every window for the people to be creative and to express themselves. Whether it is the color of a girl's abaya or the type of music one wants to play. I really hope this show opens up our eyes and let us acknowledge our problems. So then we could work on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-741941089367153861?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/741941089367153861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/mtv-true-life-resist-power.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/741941089367153861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/741941089367153861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/mtv-true-life-resist-power.html' title='MTV True Life - Resist the Power'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5232947586745502620</id><published>2010-05-25T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:05:46.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crzay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy</title><content type='html'>I was thinking of how much of a &lt;i&gt;catch&lt;/i&gt; I would make if I were a dude. I mean, A) I am a doctor to be and we all know how much women LOVE doctors. B) I would make a handsome guy. I have been told that my twin male is Joe Jonas. He looks just like my older brother, so yeah maybe?But of course I won't be wearing skinny jeans like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Joe-Jonas-joe-jonas-1239456_338_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Joe-Jonas-joe-jonas-1239456_338_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 500px; " src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Joe-Jonas-joe-jonas-1239456_338_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) I can cook? OK. Just bake, but you ladies like cookies right?:P  D) I am VERY moral.  E) Maybe cuz I won't suffer from PMS and the fucking hormones won't mess with my head, I would be more nicer and pleasant to be with? Or will the testosterone just make it worse? F)I'm as emotionally retarded as a man and commitment-phobic which gives you ladies the opportunity to fix me. Yeah women are nuts. They like a lost cause. But of course when they lose, they'll find out how much of a waste of time I was. Poor things LOL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I went through this path of thinking, is because I was saying to myself: If my friends were guys, though they really are good people, I would never date them and probably would be running screaming for dear old heart. Still I love them as girls and I really don't care much about the flaws that would make them terrible partners. for instance, one of my friends thinks that telling lies and making bets that you could make someone fall for you, is totally fine and FUN! That "fun" part, scares the fuck out of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another girl, she's nice and all but she really never or will ever really care and she's a blabber mouth, so you know all your business will be known to everyone. We girls want to talk and feel safe, so I'm telling you that is not good boyfriend material. Girls, I say this with absolute love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really why are we sometimes attracted to the bad guys? And always ignoring the nice ones in our lives? Just yesterday, one of my friends was telling me about a guy who liked her but he's really ugly. So I told her to shut him down LOL. But she said he was so nice though. So dear old me gave her the ultimate boy advice&lt;i&gt; "You befriend nice guys, not hook up with them"&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah, I know I am absolutely messed up. That's why I don't date at all. But that dude has a bigger flaw than just being ugly. A deal breaker flaw and I will just leave it at that. &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;b&gt;So girls if you were boys would I want to date you? And what kind of boys do you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; usually fall for?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2100112333317883605-5232947586745502620?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5232947586745502620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-were-boy.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5232947586745502620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5232947586745502620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I Were A Boy'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3902388698373392164</id><published>2010-05-20T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:01:18.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pageant'/><title type='text'>Miss USA 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Photo/_new/100516-missusa-hmed-7p.hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 273px;" src="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Photo/_new/100516-missusa-hmed-7p.hmedium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get to watch Miss USA? Did you see that Rima Fkih a 24 Lebanese immigrant and a Muslim, won!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did watch it. I happen to be very fond of beauty pageants. I love to watch pretty people. *blink blink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st when I saw the 51 girls, I wasn't very impressed. They weren't all beauty queens pretty. But the 15 girls they already chose to compete were the prettiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S_W6umVaoMI/AAAAAAAAASY/sVsxgbNqvGY/s1600/ss-100516-missusa-05.ss_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S_W6umVaoMI/AAAAAAAAASY/sVsxgbNqvGY/s320/ss-100516-missusa-05.ss_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473486231865827522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The bikini contest. Woha forget the faces their bodies are to die for. Especially Rima, she was very confident. Swaying around looking hot and fabulous. And there were those other two that I really loved. Miss Oklahoma's body was perfect and she got a really pretty face too. Miss Virginia, is kinda of short compared to the other girls, but she was sexy and seductive as hell. But I was very confused as to which grounds were the judges grading them. They all have great bodies and the grades just didn’t make sense to me. Except it seems like the taller you are the better your grade. Which is kinda of prejudice of you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR"&gt;Moving along to the gowns part. The music was perfect. I loved the song:Trace Adkins -This Ain't No Love Song. And my favourite gown and girl is definitely Miss Oklahoma. Her dress is gorgeous and she looked amazing. Actually she kinda of looks like Heidi Montag. She said about her dress "when I put on my gown it took my breath away. It was the (?) of poise and glamour and elegance" and I agree. I loved her LOL.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sorry couldn't get any pictures, cuz I must buy them. Look them up&lt;a href="http://www.missuniverse.com/missusa"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S_W6uJZCxjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/RLg9rN5gP5k/s1600/ss-100516-missusa-09.ss_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S_W6uJZCxjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/RLg9rN5gP5k/s320/ss-100516-missusa-09.ss_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473486224096413234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR"&gt;Now the questions part. If you ask me kolhom m3 nfshom. And Rima kept smiling and laughing while answering. That was so stupid. But still she was very confidant. And Miss Virginia kept flirting and touching the yummy host's arm. Appropriate? Who could blame her? He is hot, a chief and Australian. PERFECT!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S_W6t0AwiMI/AAAAAAAAASI/QxB6bUid0B8/s1600/ss-100516-missusa-04.ss_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S_W6t0AwiMI/AAAAAAAAASI/QxB6bUid0B8/s320/ss-100516-missusa-04.ss_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473486218357409986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love this picture. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The end, yay my 3 favourite girls and the 3 who were wearing white were the top 3. Odd? Anyway Rima won and Miss Oklahoma was the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; runner up. Rima didn't cry and said something about pizza after she won. What? I think she lakes poise. She gave the audience thumbs up in her 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; walk. Who does that? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Don't get me wrong I'm glad that an Arab won Miss USA but after watching it I can't help but thinking it was a political move. Anyway, congrats Rima. Hope you enjoy your year of fun, glamour and maybe some giving back to the community. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" dir="RTL" style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" dir="LTR" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;P.S: I want a Miss Saudi pageant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-3902388698373392164?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3902388698373392164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/miss-usa-2010.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3902388698373392164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3902388698373392164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/miss-usa-2010.html' title='Miss USA 2010'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S_W6umVaoMI/AAAAAAAAASY/sVsxgbNqvGY/s72-c/ss-100516-missusa-05.ss_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1466559407049075738</id><published>2010-05-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:52:30.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dear Old Medical School</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure at some point you have heard a medical student rant about the noble awesome reasons that lead them to take this umm bitter-sweet path? At my first year I was asked about my reasons and I honestly can't remember what did I answer. All that I know that I never wanted to be superman and save the world. The typical stupid answer of helping people used to piss the fuck out of me.  I still remember this one girl that said she's in for the money. I salute her and admire her for being honest. Cuz I'm sure a lot of the so-called guardian angels are in it for the same reason. Oh well I know your dying to know my true reasons or maybe it's us medical students who can't shut up and are dying to tell the world why are we saving them :P &lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;At middle school, I said I'll be a neurosurgeon and I can't back down now, can I? But scratch the neurosurgeon part. My other nick name is butter fingers. :/ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took the what-is-the-best-job-for-you-exam (I just made up the name but you get the drift?). Anywho my consular looked right at me and told me to be a doctor and nothing but a doctor and to give her a ring once I am. And maybe if I want to be a magazine editor or a writer on the side I can do that too. But NEVER be a farmer or a musician. Here goes all the convincing to get a guitar down the drains.  I just had an epiphany. Maybe my low environmental-work score is what is making me wishing to marry a florist or a gardener. To compensate. By the way I think&lt;a href="http://www.jeffleatham.com/"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jeff Leatham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is a dream guy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted to see my uncle in action. Now that I have, I kinda of hate him xD &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom said it's the only job that will suit my big ego hehe. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be able to help in a war. WTF? I know. And No, that is not saving the world :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs445.ash1/24544_109442379092311_107913765911839_69677_2903664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 260px; " src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs445.ash1/24544_109442379092311_107913765911839_69677_2903664_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't be more true. Though I still want my Nobel prize -inshallah. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Yes, dear old medical school has crushed all our poor poor dreams. We don't want to save the fucking world. We want to be saved from this never-ending-crap. I'm so fucking depressed. I know it's not only school but it's sure damn as hell not giving me the chance to breath and solve my issues. Oh and the fact that I can't remember what I have studied for so long fucking hours after the exam is KILLING ME! What if I'm not a good doctor? Oh no worries I have two plans: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;A book should be near me at all times and never answer a patient's question before reviewing the answer first. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go to France. Attend a cooking course. Open my sweet little bakery *heart*. I'm so tempted to drop out and go for it now. Nahh I'm kidding. Or am I? You know the awesome &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jay_Sean"&gt;Jay Sean&lt;/a&gt;? I LOVE his music. &lt;i&gt;Baby are you down down down&lt;/i&gt;. But you know what made me love him even more? He was a fucking MEDICAL STUDENT then he dropped out to be a mega super star. Smart guy eh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know what also sucks about being in medical school? You feel so fucking dumb! You used to be the smart ass and then puff you enter medical school. Your smart-assness grow even bigger, cuz you think your such a hot shot entering and what so ever. But then bom bom paw you realize that smarter people entered with you and even more smarter people are teaching you and will do EVERYTHING to show you what a dumb-stupid-low-life you really are. No, Smart CoOkie does not stand for real smartness. I'll explain it in another post. And actually when people call me smart, I almost always take it as an insult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Which then brings the subject of how medical students are -for a reason that is beyond me- so smug with themselves. Seriously guys and girls you are NOT REAL DOCTORS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs298.snc3/28576_116432241726658_107913765911839_90458_503384_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 451px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs298.snc3/28576_116432241726658_107913765911839_90458_503384_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oops did I just say too much?  Oh well.  I'll leave you with a little something from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Placebo Chronicles. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px;  font-size:11px;"&gt;STAGES of the PHYSICIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help people.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make it through this hell.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make it through this hell without killing someone.&lt;br /&gt;I may have killed someone.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make money.&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;I want to save money.&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell is my money?&lt;br /&gt;I need to make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know anything.&lt;br /&gt;There is too much to know.&lt;br /&gt;I will never know all of this.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to know all of this.&lt;br /&gt;I only need to know a little.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if I know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;I love my white jacket.&lt;br /&gt;I love the power of the pager.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this f*cking pager.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to wear a stupid jacket.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This patient has some interesting problems.&lt;br /&gt;This patient has some real disease.&lt;br /&gt;This patient needs to be hugged and loved.&lt;br /&gt;This patient has a lot of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;This patient has Sh*tty Life Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;This patient needs to leave; I need to be hugged and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P.S: I honestly LOVE being in medical school, I'm so grateful and I can't imagine my life any other way.*heart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1466559407049075738?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1466559407049075738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-old-medical-school.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1466559407049075738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1466559407049075738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-old-medical-school.html' title='Dear Old Medical School'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1144184822909290544</id><published>2010-05-03T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:01:08.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>Who Am I To U?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S97OwPxR5sI/AAAAAAAAARo/kBANYERHchk/s1600/mosaic050fffba1b4f8dbf44403ae311a0f7dd109000ad+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S97OwPxR5sI/AAAAAAAAARo/kBANYERHchk/s320/mosaic050fffba1b4f8dbf44403ae311a0f7dd109000ad+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467034325936629442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got this broad cast on my BBm: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "Who Am I To U?" Ur answer must be a title of a movie. Forward this to all of your friends and see all the funny replies you get :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I forwarded it and man how much did I laugh.  What people replayed was: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's from my bestie. She was the first to replay and I loved it cuz Audrey is so like me in this movie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another friend said I'm like Gossip Girl or The Little Mermaid. I told her to take the later back cuz I hate Ariel LOL. The girl don't know me very well, so it is OK. :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Princess and the Frog. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean. But I'm sure my friend picked it cuz she thinks I look like Keira. None the less, I love it &amp;amp; I love Keira in this movie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone with the Wind. My friend thinks I'm a lot like Scarlett. And it is 90% accurate. I'm less crazy LOL. And  Rhett Butler is the most perfect guy for me *sigh* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christina Yang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is Something About Marry, but she changed Marry to CoOkie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scream. :S &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Lolo. Cuz I'm just too cute. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If I remind you of a movie or a fictional character, whom is it?&lt;br /&gt;Play it with all your friends it is so much fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1144184822909290544?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1144184822909290544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-am-i-to-u.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1144184822909290544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1144184822909290544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-am-i-to-u.html' title='Who Am I To U?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S97OwPxR5sI/AAAAAAAAARo/kBANYERHchk/s72-c/mosaic050fffba1b4f8dbf44403ae311a0f7dd109000ad+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2230784982476945554</id><published>2010-04-19T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:33:45.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>My Top Ten Reads</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my friend &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-ten-best-novels.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fadiosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, to write about my top ten books. And boy what a hard job that will be. First, because I don't know which are my top ten. Second, I think a person is somewhat defined by what he/she reads and likes, so here comes the pressure. And yes, if you don't read your somewhat empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't list them as to which is the best and so forth. I will list them randomly as which comes to my head first. So here we go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tbpcontrol.co.uk/TWS/CoverImages_0/071/956/0719561175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tbpcontrol.co.uk/TWS/CoverImages_0/071/956/0719561175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 383px; " src="http://www.tbpcontrol.co.uk/TWS/CoverImages_0/071/956/0719561175.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Friend Leonard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I am in LOVE with James Frey. This book made me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;feel. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I was sad when James was sad. I cried when he did. I wept and gasped for air when he did. I smiled, I laughed, I felt depressed, lost hope, all when he did. I felt it then a heart beat after I read him feeling it. For me that is the ultimate definition of good writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Plus I fell in love with and started using the word "Fuck". LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;P.S to Oprah: so what he lied and said it really did happen. He's an amazing writer and that all what counts. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://repentancegifts.com/resources/0214image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 357px;" src="http://repentancegifts.com/resources/0214image027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;روضة المحبين و نزهة المشتاقين لإبن قيم جوزية&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is one of the very few Arabic books I have ever read. I didn't buy it. I don't know who put it in my room. But I was bored so I just grabbed it and *puff* all the satisfying answers my teenage-confused brain needed to know about love.  This book is a MUST read to everyone who is -like me- do not understand others obsession with love and a MUST to those who are obsessed with it and truly know nothing about it. So basically its a must for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eden.co.uk/images/300/9780330464062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eden.co.uk/images/300/9780330464062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 481px; " src="http://www.eden.co.uk/images/300/9780330464062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Prisoner of Birth&lt;/i&gt; by Jeffrey Archer.&lt;/b&gt;  This book is just cheer brilliance. I love love love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://koba0127.cocolog-nifty.com/cube/images/kane_and_abel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 475px;" src="http://koba0127.cocolog-nifty.com/cube/images/kane_and_abel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kane &amp;amp; Abel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, another master piece by Jeffrey and I must say I HATE Abel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/Theprodigaldaughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/Theprodigaldaughter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Prodigal Daughter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; This is the sequel of the previous. I read it a few months after. It is really amazing but he just kept repeating a lot of things that happened for the readers who haven't read the first. So it kinda pissed me off. Other than that it's a master piece. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blondierocket.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/middlesex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 475px;" src="http://blondierocket.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/middlesex.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Middlesex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; by Jeffrey Eugenides.&lt;/b&gt; Sick, entertaining, amazingly written and alpha 5 reductase deficiency. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fratres.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/angels_and_demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 475px;" src="http://fratres.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/angels_and_demons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Everyone must have a favourite Dan Brown. The science, the art, the thrill. What's not to love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.indiebound.com/287/883/9780060883287.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.indiebound.com/287/883/9780060883287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " src="http://images.indiebound.com/287/883/9780060883287.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/i&gt; by Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/b&gt;. While reading it, at first I was very confused. The plot was like nothing I ever read. I'm not even sure there was a plot and I kept asking myself who is the freaking heroin? But then I semi got it and gave in. At the end it all sunk in and I knew I was reading something that is written by a genius. I even got goosebumps. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://neoavatara.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/JK-J-K-Rowling-Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-unabridged-cassettes-Jim-Dale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://neoavatara.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/JK-J-K-Rowling-Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-unabridged-cassettes-Jim-Dale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt; by J.K. Rowling.&lt;/b&gt; If only she did not kill my beloved Snape *weeps*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S1DlA38w6PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/86hVg50_px0/s320/the-kite-runner-poster-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S1DlA38w6PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/86hVg50_px0/s320/the-kite-runner-poster-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/i&gt; by Khaled Hosseini.&lt;/b&gt; This also made me feel. I have said enough about it &lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/kite-runner.html"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;*Traaa* I'm done. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I tag: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleidoscopicbookworm.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Bookworm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gogo-penelope.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Another Penelope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-skitts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Skittles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://candyo0oh-ad.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaelaiza.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Shahirah Elaiza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;, and who ever feels like doing it. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="fn" style="font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 29px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(130, 108, 85); word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2230784982476945554?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2230784982476945554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-top-ten-reads.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2230784982476945554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2230784982476945554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-top-ten-reads.html' title='My Top Ten Reads'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S1DlA38w6PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/86hVg50_px0/s72-c/the-kite-runner-poster-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1104164301894571437</id><published>2010-04-18T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:32:11.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Please Be Straight</title><content type='html'>For a couple of days now, I was watching Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters. It is a good show after all. But that is not what this post is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed Scotty -Kevin's husband. He is so hot, the nicest thing ever and plays a chef. If anyone like that exist, I want him. So I had to google him to make sure he is not really gay. But guess what? He is gay. And the real shocker, guess who's his boyfriend? Wentworth Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1316/1282249387_0ce1dff7b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That leaves me with my friend's &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fadiosis&lt;/a&gt; question when she found out the Adam Lambert was gay: Why is all good men gay? *Sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, come to think of it. I don't REALLY KNOW any gay guys. Except for that one guy that I suspect that he is and he reminds me of monkeys and still I don't know him. So the real question is why do the media make gay guys look so glamorous, cute and extremely nice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I was gonna tweet this but it was a bit long, so .. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1104164301894571437?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1104164301894571437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-be-straight.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1104164301894571437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1104164301894571437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-be-straight.html' title='Please Be Straight'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1316/1282249387_0ce1dff7b2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1665019508075088669</id><published>2010-04-15T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T08:51:05.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crzay'/><title type='text'>A Pickle</title><content type='html'>Do you know that theory or fact or whatever, that when a person pops up in your head out of no where it means he/she is thinking of you? So I was thinking how could you really truly know that he/she started the thinking, not you?&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1665019508075088669?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1665019508075088669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/pickle.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1665019508075088669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1665019508075088669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/pickle.html' title='A Pickle'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3218758568955387249</id><published>2010-04-08T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T08:53:52.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Law Abiding Citizen</title><content type='html'>I just saw Law Abiding Citizen. And its Oh emm gee amazing! Got some mixed feelings about it though. So watch out *some serious spoiler alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Clyde,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st I was all in with you Clyde. Justice must be served for the sake of your girl and wife. Even when you killed more than the killers, I was OK with that. The corrupted, twisted freaking system NEEDED a lesson! But baby, when I learned that your job was to plan murders for people the government wanted to get rid of, I had a change of heart. It's kinda of hypocritical. And in away what happened to your family was just pay back. But after awhile I changed my mind back, screw the system, everyone who's making it be and you. If not for your daughter and wife, then for the other people that were screwed by this injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;CoOkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids the lessons from this movie are:&lt;br /&gt;A) pay back is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;B) what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;C) do the fucking right thing even if it hurts. You will be rewarded and not be punished. If not in this life then in the after one. The one that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: to the sweeties who tagged me in stuff. I will do it inshallah when I have internet connection again. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-3218758568955387249?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3218758568955387249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/law-abiding-citizen.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3218758568955387249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3218758568955387249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/04/law-abiding-citizen.html' title='Law Abiding Citizen'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-4668218128166361147</id><published>2010-03-18T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:56:31.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Hello, I passed my stupid radiology final yaaaaaay. Well, normally I wouldn't be happy for just passing. But you don't know. This course is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only 3 weeks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No text book. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The doctors were m3 nfshom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very hard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only one day to study for the final. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was no midterm. The whole 100 marks went on the final. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The final was only MCQs BUT &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every one MCQ is graded with 2 marks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do the math. That is why I'm so happy al 7mdullah. Don't worry reality will kick me later and the nerd in me will wake up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BTW I finished &lt;em&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns,&lt;/em&gt; but I'm not in the mood for a review. So I'll just say this: I HATE MEN! I hate Taliban! I cried a river. Seriously this book is so depressing and I'm already beyond depressed. I didn't need this too.  Do not read it except if your living in LALA land and want to come back to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So what should I read next? Any recommendations?&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/2100112333317883605-4668218128166361147?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4668218128166361147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/random.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4668218128166361147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4668218128166361147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5540147534185985710</id><published>2010-03-16T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T05:04:29.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Umm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S59zIvnzxgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5IFUUNNofX0/s1600-h/IMG00437-20100316-1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449200668201174530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S59zIvnzxgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5IFUUNNofX0/s320/IMG00437-20100316-1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think what you may but this is Casper the friendly ghost NOT an X-ray image! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Radiology final tomorrow and I'm screwed. Pray for me!&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/2100112333317883605-5540147534185985710?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5540147534185985710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/umm.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5540147534185985710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5540147534185985710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/umm.html' title='Umm'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S59zIvnzxgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5IFUUNNofX0/s72-c/IMG00437-20100316-1438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5139436138294006910</id><published>2010-03-09T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:12:33.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red carpet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OSCARS'/><title type='text'>The Oscars ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the time of the year where Miss Smart CoOkie thinks its time to ditch medical school and head to Hollywood BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S: I was excited about writing this post while I was watching the Oscars. But half way through it, I lost my Internet connection. Now, I'm not so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was it? First I miss Hugh Jackman. He was so much funnier plus sexier. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second, that bitch - Gorge Clooney's date- is so fucking annoying. I want to slap her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 474px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.brisbanetimes.com.au/2010/03/09/1207263/ben-stiller-420x0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wasn't Ben Stiller hilarious? Or wasn't he hilarious? LOL loved him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwimage.cbsnews.com/images/2010/03/08/image6276900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 464px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wwwimage.cbsnews.com/images/2010/03/08/image6276900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it when Sandra Bullock won. Not that I wasn't sure she was the one to win. But how she reacted was so CUTE! Congrats you really deserved it ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00694/bigelow-585_694260a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 476px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00694/bigelow-585_694260a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Bigelow was incredibly cute too. I'm so happy she won. First best director female, such an accomplishment. Have you noticed when she won her ex-husband -the director of Avatar- was smiling and apparently happy for her, although he too was nominated for the award. But when her movie &lt;em&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/em&gt; won, he was very upset cuz his movie lost. I thought it was interesting LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't much of a surprise of whom won from the actors and actresses. But the Best picture, wohaa. &lt;em&gt;The Hurt Locker. &lt;/em&gt;Never heard of it before. And I don't like this kind of movies. But I must see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next? Ahh the dresses. Those are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JwDK80bSzD8/S5T-cu9CkvI/AAAAAAAABdw/N1N0P8Jguas/s400/Anna+Kendrick+Elie+Saan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JwDK80bSzD8/S5T-cu9CkvI/AAAAAAAABdw/N1N0P8Jguas/s400/Anna+Kendrick+Elie+Saan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Kendrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nowmagazine.co.uk/imageBank/d/Demi-Moore30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nowmagazine.co.uk/imageBank/d/Demi-Moore30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nowmagazine.co.uk/imageBank/d/Demi-Moore30.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americansuperstarmag.com/sites/default/files/images/rachel-mcadams-030710.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 553px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.americansuperstarmag.com/sites/default/files/images/rachel-mcadams-030710.preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel McAdams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americansuperstarmag.com/sites/default/files/images/sandra-bullock-030710.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 525px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.americansuperstarmag.com/sites/default/files/images/sandra-bullock-030710.preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americansuperstarmag.com/sites/default/files/images/kate-winslet-030710.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 575px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.americansuperstarmag.com/sites/default/files/images/kate-winslet-030710.preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a simple lovely gown. And The diamond necklace and earings are AMAZING! ME WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it XOXO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-5139436138294006910?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5139436138294006910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5139436138294006910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5139436138294006910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars.html' title='The Oscars ♥'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JwDK80bSzD8/S5T-cu9CkvI/AAAAAAAABdw/N1N0P8Jguas/s72-c/Anna+Kendrick+Elie+Saan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-361875667114376166</id><published>2010-03-06T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:52:36.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Maggiano's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today after the stupid midterm, I went with my friend S to this relatively new restaurant, &lt;em&gt;Maggiano's. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard such great reviews about it. One even said it is the best food in Jeddah. But I must say its name gave me such a hard time. Everyone pronounce it &lt;em&gt;very differently&lt;/em&gt;. It was seriously confusing. So I decided when I go, I'll ask the waiters how do they pronounce it? But I forgot. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The place was deserted. Only one couple when we arrived. I didn't like that. But hey it is the middle of the week, which means Jeddah is almost a ghost town. I liked the decor. Red and black. Cosy and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now the food, I ordered the Maggiano's salad, meat balls sandwich, some kind of a kiwi mojito and for desert tiramisu. The food for me was not so good. There was this weird, brown, very hard thing in the salad that made me choke a couple of times. The sandwich wasn't even close to yummy but the bread was heaven. The mojito was just OK. But on the other hand -thank God- the tiramisu was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445627875396509730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S5LBs1P5YCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qay0tFiOalU/s320/IMG00151-20100306-1654.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bitten tiramisu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stupid thing happened when we asked for the bill. A Saudi waiter who wasn't our waiter, came up to us and asked  "since you are &lt;em&gt;doctors&lt;/em&gt; do you have panadol?". Cuz apparently doctors are moving pharmacies?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The thing about its location is, it is very lovely and strategic on AL Tahlia street but kinda of cursed. Yup doomed to fail. As far as I remember, first it was Pizza Express. Which was a nice place that served decent pizza, that even at some days you could make your own. The place was always basically dead so it closed. And Nandoos opened instead. I like Nandoos. it serves chicken. What's not to like? But somehow no one went there and the place closed soon after. Now Maggiano's. Will it break the spell and live happily ever after? Or will it be turned to a pharmacy that sells panadol extra?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is safe to say that Maggiano's is no where near being the best place in Jeddah. I totally recommend Ill Gusto for a better Italian dining experience. Smaller, far less elegant but the food is Yum! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-361875667114376166?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/361875667114376166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/maggianos.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/361875667114376166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/361875667114376166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/maggianos.html' title='Maggiano&apos;s'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S5LBs1P5YCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qay0tFiOalU/s72-c/IMG00151-20100306-1654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3906070176924734244</id><published>2010-03-01T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:20:42.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I need to make a decision ASAP and I want your help.&lt;br /&gt;So I have this elective course and I'm not sure what to choose. Should I take French cuz I'm so depressed and I don't want to study anymore or should I take a medical thingy and let's hope I'll be in a better mood when it starts?&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-3906070176924734244?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3906070176924734244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/poll.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3906070176924734244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3906070176924734244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/03/poll.html' title='Poll'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1887047737826488260</id><published>2010-02-27T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T05:25:30.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>1st Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey. Yesterday was my blog's first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my bitching-site.&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/the_first_birthday_one_year_old_baby_card-p137839383019661238qqld_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/the_first_birthday_one_year_old_baby_card-p137839383019661238qqld_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to many years with my blog and lovely readers XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1887047737826488260?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1887047737826488260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-anniversery.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1887047737826488260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1887047737826488260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-anniversery.html' title='1st Anniversary'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-6563102504662819070</id><published>2010-02-25T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:18:18.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>7 Minutes in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S4a6d8OPzTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WJUfbndMbU0/s1600-h/P1060463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442242223268678962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S4a6d8OPzTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WJUfbndMbU0/s320/P1060463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tagged by: &lt;a href="http://sea-of-waves.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bliss &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"The challenge is to tell 7 things about yourself, and then challenge 7 people to do the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a bitch and I have no tolerance for stupidity or lack of morals. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to have a GREAT voice but sadly I lost it. And my old friends still want me to be a rock star and pursue singing as a career. Hear me now I say. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the reasons why I entered medical school is because I said I would when I was in the 7th grade. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had 3 near death experiences and once I almost lost one of my eyes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a cat named CoOkie. She hates me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate shoe shopping. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asking me to draw or do crafts is the best way to torture me! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gogo-penelope.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Another-Penelope&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://candyo0oh-ad.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Candy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madness-ghadah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madness &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forever-mystery.blogspot.com/"&gt;C &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a id="followed-blog-8" onclick="'BLOG_readingList.changeSelectedBlog(event," href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;Fadiosis™&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaleidoscopicbookworm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bookworm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://plan-of-faith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faith &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-6563102504662819070?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6563102504662819070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/7-minutes-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6563102504662819070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6563102504662819070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/7-minutes-in-heaven.html' title='7 Minutes in Heaven'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S4a6d8OPzTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WJUfbndMbU0/s72-c/P1060463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2365763182648404666</id><published>2010-02-19T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:15:15.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, back to depression land. A new semester and I'm so not excited. &lt;br /&gt;Still somehow we manage to smile. Check out this video, it's amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lOnvs9_1k0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lOnvs9_1k0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was made for the 7th GCC, which was hosted in KAU. I didn't attend so I can't say how it went. But yay to my friends who made it happen. =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye break. You were GREAT. I'm gonna miss you. T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and check out this. Not the greatest vocals nor looks but still cute song. Gotta love this girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZg3ibOt964&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZg3ibOt964&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2365763182648404666?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2365763182648404666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2365763182648404666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2365763182648404666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-7369519261856038072</id><published>2010-02-13T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:28:26.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><title type='text'>Screw the Beast. Where Is My Frog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S3gkgbaBXCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6PknOPpxgjE/s1600-h/Naveen-and-Tiana-prince-naveen-9605133-478-478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438136689581186082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S3gkgbaBXCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6PknOPpxgjE/s320/Naveen-and-Tiana-prince-naveen-9605133-478-478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello peeps. Miss me? Cuz I sure do miss ya all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the Princess and the Frog. And oh how I'm in love with prince Naveen. I know perfect timing. It's Valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's soooooo cute, charming and adorable. Even as a FROG! Those eyes aww! Prince Beast please step aside your not my number one Disney prince anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must see the movie. It's so funny and cute. Ohhh Naveen please be true :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-7369519261856038072?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7369519261856038072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/screw-beast-where-is-my-frog.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7369519261856038072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7369519261856038072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/02/screw-beast-where-is-my-frog.html' title='Screw the Beast. Where Is My Frog?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S3gkgbaBXCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6PknOPpxgjE/s72-c/Naveen-and-Tiana-prince-naveen-9605133-478-478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3885664543589439578</id><published>2010-01-19T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:16:14.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crzay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>My Best Friend Rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://files.nireblog.com/blogs3/sofiasimaan/files/rihanna8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://files.nireblog.com/blogs3/sofiasimaan/files/rihanna8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true. According to last night's dream, me &amp;amp; she are besties. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*WARNING* This is the weirdest dream EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in AL-Kuwait with my friend Z and we were just about to go have fun &amp;amp; we were going to a club or something and then I saw this dude from uni looking at us &amp;amp; then he entered a club. We followed him in. And OMG it's not a club. It's fucking Jeddah &amp;amp; we are in the 2nd floor hospital auditorium LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not enough that we are in the hospital. No I found out that we have an exam (7mass). The place was crowded with boys &amp;amp; girls. And OMG Rihanna was singing on stage. She finishes her song &amp;amp; go upstairs to where I was sitting. No one pays attention to her &lt;em&gt;except me&lt;/em&gt;. I go to her and ask if I could have my picture taken with her. She says yes. I set next to her and she tells me to show my teeth when I smile. And oh she has braces too LOL. Then we start gossiping &amp;amp; laughing so hard. The girls gave us the stink eye &amp;amp; they boys were so jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there were some doctors on stage reviewing some information with the students before the exam. I wanted to listen to what they were saying but the bitch won't shut up. At first I try to listen to her &amp;amp; to them but I can't and I'm missing on a lot. Then every thing was a blur, I can't remember. But next thing we were having an ugly fight. Why? LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's your latest weirdest dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-3885664543589439578?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3885664543589439578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-best-friend-rihanna.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3885664543589439578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3885664543589439578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-best-friend-rihanna.html' title='My Best Friend Rihanna'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1356374726791290571</id><published>2010-01-13T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:59:37.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S1DlA38w6PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/86hVg50_px0/s1600-h/the-kite-runner-poster-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427089354163022066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S1DlA38w6PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/86hVg50_px0/s320/the-kite-runner-poster-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overwhelming. It's the best &amp;amp; first word that comes to my mind when I think of it. It consumed my soul, left me exhausted but wanting more. I might not sound sane in the last sentence, but that's how I felt. This book hit a cord in me. A very deep one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the story, the depth, the writing style, the twists, the drama, the irony and Afghanistan. I simply almost loved everything about it. It's a must read and definitely joining my favorite-books-list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some crazy talk:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; *Spoiler Alert*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amir in away reminded me of Chuck Bass. Both of their moms died at child birth and they are insecure when it comes to proving themselves to their fathers. But of course my Chucky, would never betray his friends. He's always the hero saving the day- &lt;em&gt;y5ty 3lih&lt;/em&gt; LOL. And what's up with writers always killing the rich kid's mother at child birth? It also happened to Abel's mom from &lt;em&gt;Kane &amp;amp; Abel&lt;/em&gt;, by Jeffery Archer. And many others I can't recall. Maybe its to balance things up, you have money and all the crap it can buy, but you can't have the most precious thing: your mom. Drama, drama. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could relate to Amir's dad not wanting the Russian doctor to treat him. You see Uyghurs too lived through a war with Russia and I hared all about it from my grandmother -Allah yr7mha- which she heard about it from her parents. But she never really saw Russians. So once, the Russian circus was in town &amp;amp; we told her we are going. Even though she was sick and couldn't walk she insisted on going just to see those people she learned to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amir's dad is an ass hole. There is no excuse for hiding that major, important fucking fact! He stole their rights to the truth. Amir's right to be a decent person and Ali's birth rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVED : "They only let you be this happy if they are preparing to take something from you" Amir's mom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ending was good but kinda lame. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait to read A Thousand Splendid Suns. But I have my finals in less than 2 weeks and I HAVE TO STOP SLACKING &amp;amp; STUDY!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: I don't hate Russians I think they are hot. And besides the ones who killed and destroyed are long dead now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1356374726791290571?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1356374726791290571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/kite-runner.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1356374726791290571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1356374726791290571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S1DlA38w6PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/86hVg50_px0/s72-c/the-kite-runner-poster-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2179018579845636445</id><published>2010-01-13T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:46:32.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Frustrated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img title="http://emo.huhiho.com" height="80" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/2.gif" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; I'm kinda pissed (tell us something new), but at 1st I didn't want to write about it, cuz I didn't want to hurt some peoples feelings. Since some of whom I know personally read my blog without even telling me. BTW I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;But now I changed my mind. After all this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; outlet, bitching site and &lt;em&gt;elly 3la raso b67ah y7sis 3liha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; became feisty and loud &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;doesn't mean I'm a bad person. No body thought that and you didn't have to bring it up  in the 1st place and not in a way like your defending me in the 2nd. While in reality every sane person can see that you were trashing me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I told my mom how bad I feel cuz I became so loud and how your complaining, she told me "but your not loud and angry at home". Then I came to think about it and its true, I'm not a loud person and definitely not an angry one. My old friends used to get &lt;strong&gt;really surprised&lt;/strong&gt; when I raise my voice and get mad. True when I'm &lt;em&gt;really mad&lt;/em&gt;, all hell's doors are open, but that's rare. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm it sounds to me like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bring the worst in me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still like you my friend XOXO. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;person 2: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think your full of hot air. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You act like OMG your so yaaaay but you look nothing like it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lets just stay nice class mates, don't push yourself on us. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umm those are the 2 annoying me today. Maybe on Saturday some more will appear. Hope not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2179018579845636445?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2179018579845636445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/frustrated.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2179018579845636445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2179018579845636445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated!'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5143358665964850507</id><published>2010-01-08T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:50:24.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>The Time Travele's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://patternoflife.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/the_time_travelers_wife_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 439px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://patternoflife.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/the_time_travelers_wife_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I saw it and all I could think of is: where is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time traveler?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the time traveler, cuz I don't like the idea of suddenly finding myself naked in an unknown place. But a cute dude coming out of nowhere, that is very fine &amp;amp; welcomed by me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh its so cute but also so sick.I don't think that people who didn't like &lt;em&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button &lt;/em&gt;will like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the movie and I really wished I read the book first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-5143358665964850507?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5143358665964850507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-traveles-wife.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5143358665964850507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5143358665964850507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-traveles-wife.html' title='The Time Travele&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3204825007394029511</id><published>2010-01-05T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:11:27.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Bipolar?</title><content type='html'>No, I don't think I am bipolar. It's just lately, I have been acting like it. WTF is wrong with me? Why am I so emotional all out of a sudden? I get worked up &amp;amp; angry over the simplest things. I can't contain myself and ignore bull shit like a normal person. I raise my voice &amp;amp; scream like all the fucking time. I need therapy. I just want to know why am I doing this? It's not like I'm still PMSing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, no scratch that, I know that it's partially cuz of the people around me. Every one is acting insane lately and it's driving &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; insane. I just need some space, but I don't wanna lose anyone. I hope they understand. I don't think they do. =[&lt;br /&gt;Still that does not give me the excuse to explode on them like I did today. I'm truly sorry and I feel bad about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/object2/1832/107/s232350328951_3669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject. Today I got published in the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=67663275843&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Words to Inspire Newsletter&lt;/a&gt;, the smile issue. LOL the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ain't very much happy about it. They changed some cuz I used some strong words. But they should really be thankful I didn't curse LOL. And there is this one sentence that is just wrong and it doesn't make any sense and I didn't write it that way. That pissed me off! Whatever. I just hope it is not taken against me. Cuz I am not that lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The piece is a modified version of a previous post of mine: &lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-do-count.html"&gt;You Do Count! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends liked &amp;amp; joked about the part where it says: &lt;em&gt;Dreams don't come true just by working hard. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I gave them an excuse to slack and be lazy. Like they need any :P &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/2100112333317883605-3204825007394029511?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3204825007394029511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/bipolar.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3204825007394029511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3204825007394029511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/bipolar.html' title='Bipolar?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8141216250314380581</id><published>2010-01-04T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:53:37.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fun Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello. Today was fun!&lt;img title="http://emo.huhiho.com" height="88" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/19.gif" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm running late &amp;amp; freaking out cuz this doctor wants us to be there on time or actually before-time. I get there &lt;em&gt;on time &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; guess what? He's not even coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have an extra 2 hours to spare. At first the geeky instincts kicked in &amp;amp; we decided to spread and take cases. Luckily for us, there weren't any easy cases. So we gave up &amp;amp; it's time for plan B: &lt;em&gt;operation ditch the hospital &amp;amp; go have fun.&lt;/em&gt; After I knocked my head to the low roof of the car -which is odd considering its a big car-and after we had a long debate &amp;amp; vote about where to go, yaay we went to Casper and Gambini's ♥. First thing was we told the waiter we have&lt;em&gt; 30 miutes to order,eat and go.&lt;/em&gt; He looked freaked out. Poor us =[.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, we drank, we laughed at FML then my new friend &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, who's a photographer, took some pictures of us. I'm excited to see them. Cuz I'm not photogenic &amp;amp; I want to see if a professional photographer can make a difference LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hospital and to a boring skin session. Which after, I went with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; to her &lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/er-drama.html"&gt;appointment with the plastic surgeon. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There, 2 stupid interns greeted us and re-took the history and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G &lt;/span&gt;told them about her little finger fracture and that its called a &lt;em&gt;mallet finger deformity&lt;/em&gt;. Stupid intern no.1 looked at my ID, then said: Oh your 4th year so you should know what kind of fracture is this? We don't know. A smug appears on their faces &amp;amp; they recite the types. Intern no.2: You know? the splinter you have on is called a &lt;em&gt;mallet splinter&lt;/em&gt; not the deformity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then stupid intern no. 2 asked: have you ever read an X-ray? Then showed us the fucking X-ray and said: Where is the fracture? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; pointed it out for him. Then he couldn't stop bitching about how small is this fracture, and how it doesn't even deserves to be called a fracture. LOL WTF dude? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They got out to get the doc. We opened a surgery book and read a bout the MALLET FINGER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctor finally came. Dumb and dumber stood there watching. 1st question directed to dumb &amp;amp; dumber: what is a MALLET FINGER? Dumb &amp;amp; dumber looked at each other then smiled and stood there not knowing. LOL at that moment I had the biggest grin on my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doc also directed some questions to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;. But thankfully not to me, I'm only the companion after all LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No surgery al 7mdullilah. Only very strict, hard to stick to commands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yori is leaving today back to the states. Me gonna miss you babe XOXO. T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-8141216250314380581?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8141216250314380581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8141216250314380581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8141216250314380581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2027518243000804809</id><published>2009-12-31T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:17:19.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGgCGxs9uQY/R3qbLHKDDdI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6kpLq6PG74/s1600/HappyNewYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGgCGxs9uQY/R3qbLHKDDdI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6kpLq6PG74/s1600/HappyNewYear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy New Year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kisses &amp;amp; hugs &amp;amp; lady bugs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish you all the best &amp;amp; I hope its so much better than all the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quick, who did you kiss at midnight? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2027518243000804809?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2027518243000804809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2027518243000804809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2027518243000804809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGgCGxs9uQY/R3qbLHKDDdI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6kpLq6PG74/s72-c/HappyNewYear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8059170981017606475</id><published>2009-12-30T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:49:39.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>ER Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/Sz0oBi1JvUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7crioCE8xoc/s1600-h/IMG00008-20091230-1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421533533418667330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/Sz0oBi1JvUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7crioCE8xoc/s320/IMG00008-20091230-1021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SztuIvpEPFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/9uAfFoTKpDs/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjctMjAwOTEyMzAtMTA0OC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-717911"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421047672977243218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SztuIvpEPFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/9uAfFoTKpDs/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjctMjAwOTEyMzAtMTA0OC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-717911" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hello. I know your mad. You miss me &amp;amp; my drama and I haven't written anything in along time. I was busy, tired and depressed. But here I am today and I miss you all XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 days ago, I was fasting plus going through a VERY bad PMS. I came late so I didn't know that my dearest Z is sick. She left in the middle of the session &amp;amp; then J went after her. I didn't think much of it cuz I thought maybe they are being extra-nerdy and went to take a case, since I heard them talking about doing such, a day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The session is over. I stay in the class room cuz I was filling up some papers with some of my friends. The rest of the group vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and the friends go to the cafeteria. And I show them what PMS really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The break ends, and we go to attend our next session. We meet up with the other girls. They talk and laugh and then suddenly by MISTAKE they mention that Z is in the ER. PMSing-me freaks out. "WTF? was she sick? Why didn't anyone tell me? Are you insane? ". J tries to calm me down "she knew that you would be worried sick so she didn't want you to know". Me scream some more, then call Z "why didn't you tell me". The other end of the phone "Z is sleeping now. I'm her sister". Me "oh sorry, how is she? Fine? Good. Bye". Me scream at the group some more and the phone rings. Its Z, they gave her an IV and she said she wanted me there with her and wanted to tell me in the session but was afraid the doctor would get upset. Translation: J is a liar. I told her they just told me and that I'm coming now. I went with S. She too wasn't informed till I told her. And we both are Z's best friends. Why the hell haven't the others told us is beyond me? And then lying about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see Z and she lightens up immediately. And with every minute passing she was looking better al7mdullah. After an hour we were waiting for the doctor and of course she was wishing for a cute doc. He came and he's not any where near cute. But that didn't stop her. She was flirting and laughing big time LOL. " Hey doc I missed my session because of this and I made my friends miss it too". Him "I'll give you a sick leave". Z " you have to give my friends too LOL and its CNS. 5la9 enta lazm tshr7lna LOL". He didn't respond, lowered his head and started writing. Z " sorry ana mos6lah al yoom LOL". WTV bla bla bla. She goes home as good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, G closed the closet door on her little finger. It got swollen and very painful. Today she tells N. N tells her to go to the ER and get an X-ray. G asks me to come along. Me and G go to the ER. We ask an intern what to do? He's not cute but he tells us what to do. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the X-ray room, talk to the dude and then he tells me " lo sm7ty a6l3y barra". Waja3 fi shklk I know. He should have said "lo sm7ty atf9'ly" or something. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We go back to the intern, see the X-ray and there was a fracture. He tells us to go to the trauma room and wait for the orthopaedic surgeon. Z and S3 join us. The surgeon came and what a cutey XD. He acts all funny and charming with G. Z laughs at her and say "btdl3 btdl3". Me laugh at Z and mouth to her "a7lan min ur doc". S3 was laughing for an unknown reason LOL. He tells her the treatment plan then went to consult the specialist since she is a medical student and he can't screw her up. We wait and wait then cute doc and the specialist show up and tells G she needs surgery. Plastic or ortho? Her choice. Me go like plastic for sure LOL. Its not major surgery al7mdullah and she still needs to see the consultant bs al 7mdullah, blslamah inshallah XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is some more stupidity bs I'm not in the mood. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note to girls: when a guy looks, smiles or even talks to you it doesn't mean he cares. So stop acting stupid. Ana marrrrrah 6fsht mn al hbl. Allah yhdeekom. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-8059170981017606475?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8059170981017606475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/er-drama.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8059170981017606475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8059170981017606475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/er-drama.html' title='ER Drama'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/Sz0oBi1JvUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7crioCE8xoc/s72-c/IMG00008-20091230-1021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8977400182699027532</id><published>2009-12-09T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:50:06.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Bad Friends</title><content type='html'>I have a fucking case presentation this Saturday. There are no good cases at that pathetic excuse for a hospital. All very complicated &amp;amp; old people who don't wanna fucking look at you, let alone talk to you. I have to go in the weekend. And I'm fucking sick, I'll probably infect the patient with more shit. On top of that my friends won't go with me. Why?&lt;br /&gt;A) I already made plans&lt;br /&gt;B) I want to study &amp;lt; yeah right&lt;br /&gt;C) my mom don't want me to go on the weekend cuz it might rain &amp;amp; the hospital will drown again &amp;amp; no one will know I'm there &amp;amp; I'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al7mdullah it's not graded.&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from Aljawal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-8977400182699027532?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8977400182699027532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-friends.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8977400182699027532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8977400182699027532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-friends.html' title='Bad Friends'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-430533343256084455</id><published>2009-12-07T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:17:00.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrubs'/><title type='text'>Scrubs Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aviscogitations.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/scrubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://aviscogitations.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/scrubs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello boys &amp;amp; girls. Today I'll tell you a story that is only Disney material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once upon a time, a hospital in far-middle-east-away named Kapo Atona was ruled by a nice awesome dean, called Addy. Dear old Addy was summon by a higher power to be much more than the dean of medicine. Addy couldn't refuse &amp;amp; left his unfortunate students to a mean old new dean named Zolar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zolar was a strict old fashioned stone headed dean. He hated colors, patterns, fashion &amp;amp; beauty. Uniqueness wasn't a word in his dictionary. His vision of a well controlled hospital is hundreds of walking replicates. You see copies are easier to control. All of them the same. None will stand out. So a dress code he enforced &amp;amp; a &lt;em&gt;scrub underneath a white coat it will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But that's not it. Zolar thought that's not enough. Wearing scrubs isn't enough to make an army of look alikes. You see there is this wide see of colors &amp;amp; styles out there. He couldn't possibly let Kapo Atona run wiled like a circus show. So he must enforce &lt;em&gt;one color. No, one shade of that color. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Experts on bad taste &amp;amp; how to look ugly were brought from all over the world. Meetings &amp;amp; meetings were held to come up with the unflattering color Kapo Atona's girls going to ware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The guys were already asked to ware ciel blue scrubs by dean Addy. It wasn't an injustice decision like this one. You see the guys asked for it, when they decided to come to Kapo Atona with their baggy, low wasted jeans &amp;amp; their boxers showing. The curly shaggy hair didn't help either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After weeks of debating they settled on the dreadful color of the tale of the most famous fish in history, Ariel. The girls in Kapo Atona were appalled by such color. Well, maybe not all of them but our sheroin -the fair maiden Ayzim- sure did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ururock.com/myspace/ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ururock.com/myspace/ariel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ayzim met Ariel two years ago in a ball held in the crystal castle in far-middle-east-away. And let's just say, Ariel stole Ayzim's date, spilled cranberry juice all over her dress and slapped her with her tale &lt;em&gt;accidentally on the face.&lt;/em&gt; That tale's color was not a color Ayzim wants to see and most certainly wear ever again. But hey Zolar's commands were umm commands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1400000/Ariel-classic-disney-1425185-700-648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1400000/Ariel-classic-disney-1425185-700-648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So she &amp;amp; some other Kapo Atona girls went looking for this hideous color. Some made jokes, that they will wear red head scarfs to match Ariel's hair. And oh was that going to be an ugly seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing that Zolar didn't count for is that this color was a sub-color more than a real color. And let's face it far-middle-east-away is so far that sometimes some sub-colors looses its way before reaching it. Luckily for Ayzim, this sub-color was long lost with Ariel's trip back to the deep deep ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zolar was furious. He gathered his bad taste experts again &amp;amp; started brain storming. What color would make them look pale &amp;amp; ugly? Lucky for Kapo Atona's girls, Zolar &amp;amp; his experts weren't the kind of men to learn from their mistakes. So they picked another seaweed sub-color that they themselves couldn't find. And settled by telling the girls to bring scrubs with a color bluer &amp;amp; darker than the sample they have provided. How &amp;amp; who in the world know what sub-color is that? They didn't even provide this sub-color's name! Obviously such sub-color was not found. And another debate was going to take place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The girls were bored &amp;amp; annoyed from such madness over a &lt;em&gt;freaking color!&lt;/em&gt; So a suggestion was offered to wear the same ciel blue color as the guys. It is the most popular scrubs color after all. Oh but no. How could Zolar approve of such unheard of thing? Yes he wants them all to be the same. But how in the world would he tell if the person in front of him is a female or a male? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOW In far-middle-east-away the 2 genders looked a like apparently? Or perhaps they were a mutant species with both female &amp;amp; male physical characters in one body? One over comes the other of course or how could have they be labeled as females or males in the first place. I don't know about you boys &amp;amp; girls but this far-middle-east-away land is looking more bazaar every second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another debate &amp;amp; another unheard of sub-color was chosen. Another unfound sub-color that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weeks have passed by &amp;amp; still the scrubs color national dilemma was still unsolved. Zolar was getting desperate. Those girls were still parading around in their skinny pants &amp;amp; he's loosing face. He must act fast. Does that mean he have to compromise? It must be. It's his only choice. So he gets down of his high thrown &amp;amp; approves of the ciel blue. I know what you are thinking: God help us, how in the world would we know which sex is which? Ahh but there's a twist my lovely boys &amp;amp; girls. The brilliant Zolar already has a fix. The ciel blue the girls must wear is a tinge darker than the guys' ciel blue. (m3 nfso o Allah y3eeno 3la nfso 8olo ameen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41BbIKghS8L._AA280_PIbundle-1,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41BbIKghS8L._AA280_PIbundle-1,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing is the tinge-darker-ciel-blue is very, whats the word? ridiculous &amp;amp; who would have the time to go look for it. Ayzim &amp;amp; some other sensible friends bought the &lt;em&gt;normal ciel blue scrubs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't think Zolar was stupid enough to compare between the scrubs &amp;amp; what shade they are in? Doesn't the dean of medicine have something else better to do? Oh but how they were wrong. Some rumor was spread that not only every body should wear the &lt;em&gt;same exact shade&lt;/em&gt; but also the &lt;em&gt;same exact freaking fabric, made by the same exact tailor. &lt;/em&gt;Now now, here Ayzim's draws the line. What kind of injustice is this? Besides, a few years back Cinderella ruined her dress &amp;amp; she hates all tailors now. I know you think Ayzim has an issue with every princess out there? Anger management courses? I'll be sure to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today after a 2 weeks break, some were wearing their blue scrubs, including Ayzim. Everyone was wearing a different shade of blue. So far no objections. But the question remains: will Zolar &amp;amp; Kapo Atona's staff will be like the Jews giving so much importance &amp;amp; asking Moses about the color of the cow they need to slaughter? Or would they just let it go? After all, It's not like it's a national security issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: I'm sick. This insanity can not be held against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-430533343256084455?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/430533343256084455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/scrubs-story.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/430533343256084455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/430533343256084455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/scrubs-story.html' title='Scrubs Story'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-6248678964409055315</id><published>2009-12-06T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:46:13.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Another Bowl Of Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to the hospital tomorrow. And I must wear scrubs. Blue scrubs. To tell ya the truth I'm not very fond of that. It feels like I'm wearing PJs. Don't get me wrong. I love my PJs. It's just that I don't like to ware them publicly. And another thing, they are too big. I'm afraid the pants may fall down. LOL I'm serious. I got XS but still they are TOO FREAKING BIG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Talking about sizes. I want to be a size zero. It's kinda of my new&lt;em&gt; hope&lt;/em&gt;. Not goal, cuz I ain't going to work to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="http://emo.huhiho.com" height="127" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/26.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This past week, I was watching 90210 season 2. It's soooo good. And -I'm sorry to say- better than this season of GG. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I liked this one guy. Mark- the guy who took the naked pics of Annie- he's &lt;strong&gt;super cute&lt;/strong&gt;. And after I've finished watching the 11th episode I think I'm developing a crush on Teddy. He's just like a big fuzzy teddy bear LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://editorial.sidereel.com/Images/Posts/90210_new_beginnings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://editorial.sidereel.com/Images/Posts/90210_new_beginnings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's seems like every girl in this show have great eyes. I'm telling you the false eye lashes industry or the mascara industry are getting pretty good. Oh and those girls have the hottest bodies. They all look like a size zero and I want that. Please G if you are reading this, tell me I already look like them :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S: Adriana doesn't count. I'm way thinner than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What else? ummm yeah. I have 2 neurology sessions tomorrow. I'm prying to God that it's not with that doctor who thinks of me as &lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-bad-day.html"&gt;Miss Dumb Dumb&lt;/a&gt;. I better go revise some stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="http://emo.huhiho.com" height="88" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/65.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-6248678964409055315?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6248678964409055315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-bowl-of-randomness.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6248678964409055315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6248678964409055315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-bowl-of-randomness.html' title='Another Bowl Of Randomness'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-7214743734316957535</id><published>2009-11-26T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:30:52.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky Saudis'/><title type='text'>No Eid For Jeddah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/media/ALeqM5j3bqURVt27qfUjaDUA9jNcMtBe9w?size=l"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/media/ALeqM5j3bqURVt27qfUjaDUA9jNcMtBe9w?size=l" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That rain ended up in a disaster. I guess it was more of a punishment than a blessing. People, cars, houses, for God sakes HOSPITALS DROWNED. The situation is so screwed up. And they expect 4 more days of rain &amp;amp; floods. People are asked by the civil defense, not to leave their houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAUH hospital. My hospital. Drowned. The basement floor drowned. No electricity. No nothing. People are dying. I have heard that its been evacuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Guard Hospital, announced code black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't focus my thoughts. If you want to read some more,&lt;a href="http://enayh.com/"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-raining.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allah yr7m all the people who have died in this tragedy. My heart goes to their families &amp;amp; to the people in Makkah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe it was a punishment from Allah to some &amp;amp; to show us how really screwed up things are. I hope we wake up before further damage happens &amp;amp; for the people who are responsible to be held accountable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;يا رب ألطف بنا و اعفو عنا أنت أرحم الراحمين&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2100112333317883605-7214743734316957535?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7214743734316957535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-eid-for-jeddah.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7214743734316957535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7214743734316957535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-eid-for-jeddah.html' title='No Eid For Jeddah'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-559089738938380328</id><published>2009-11-25T01:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:48:55.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s raining rain hallelujia. It&amp;#39;s a miracle people its raining since before 8am in the morning till now: 12 something pm -at least in my neighborhood. :p &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It feels like the afternoon &amp;amp; its still noon. The mood is so gloomy. I feel like the day is over before it even begun. Translation: I don&amp;#39;t feel like studying. :P &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They also say that Jeddah drowned AGAIN LOL. Wallah 7alah this city nor its people are used to rain &amp;amp; I find it really funny. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Al 7mdullah 3la al rain o inshallah it visits again this year. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless device from Aljawal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-559089738938380328?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/559089738938380328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-raining-rain-hallelujia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/559089738938380328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/559089738938380328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-raining-rain-hallelujia.html' title=''/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-5738637710243190596</id><published>2009-11-22T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:11:32.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Lost Symbol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SwmOoOi6-rI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RlEn3QbdX-s/s1600/the_lost_symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407009649385470642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SwmOoOi6-rI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RlEn3QbdX-s/s320/the_lost_symbol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just finished it. And I'm not impressed. Dan Brown is repeating himself and it's getting boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The tale have the same pattern as the 2 others. A phone call at the middle of the night, off he goes, involvement with the law, long chase, problems solving, dramatic twists and oh once again he saves the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm also not very fascinated by the story or the characters. They have no depth. And it's pretty much obvious who is this Malakh villain. Don't worry I won't spoil it for you. But I will give Dan this, even though I knew, I was sick to my stomach when he reviled it. Such a cruel, sick truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, I believe in the presence of Malakh-like people in this world. People with wealth who have &amp;amp; done everything. Who are empty, shallow &amp;amp; bored out of their minds. Who will go seek fulfilment &amp;amp; be blinded by a dark illusion. And will do &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; to achieve that illusion.  I like this about Dan. He does some very well studied villains. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and Dan, the Bible wasn't rewritten by humans to hide the precious information it held from the unenlightened people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what to read next? &lt;em&gt;Act Like A lady Think Like A Man&lt;/em&gt;? Or &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt;? Or maybe I should really start studying. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-5738637710243190596?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5738637710243190596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-symbol.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5738637710243190596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/5738637710243190596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-symbol.html' title='The Lost Symbol'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SwmOoOi6-rI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RlEn3QbdX-s/s72-c/the_lost_symbol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-6575371721724303645</id><published>2009-11-22T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:22:24.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Best Compliment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lucky you, I'm in the mood to blabber. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best compliment I ever had was from Dr. Roaa Jamjom. It was at the end of a PBL session (Problem based learning, 10 girls, a doc, a hypothetical case &amp;amp; we try to diagnose &amp;amp; treat the hypothetical patient). Anyway, at the end the doc must evaluate our performances. So she was telling every girl about what she did good &amp;amp; what she must work on for the next time. Then it was my turn. She looked at me &amp;amp; smiled, then said " CoOkie you are Christina Yang from Grey's Anatomy. Do you know her? And I say that in the best possible way. Cuz I love her, but some people don't". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "That's the nicest thing someone ever said to me! THANK YOU". &lt;a href="http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/be_07_240x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/be_07_240x360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Dr. Roaa before &amp;amp; I loved her even more after. Cuz I'm really a lot like Christina &amp;amp; I &lt;em&gt;love her.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-Fkxds6MEY/SvQ71ed0wgI/AAAAAAAAC6I/J4mRUn06aaU/s400/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-Fkxds6MEY/SvQ71ed0wgI/AAAAAAAAC6I/J4mRUn06aaU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if you have seen the new guy from Mercy West. But he's supper cute. Blue eyes, olivey complection, charming smile &amp;amp; tall. &lt;em&gt;Super cute.&lt;/em&gt; And this super cute doc likes my beloved Christina, but she's blowing him off cuz she loves Hunt. Yeah I know eww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah we loved that first forced kiss &amp;amp; thought it was awesome. But now after all the drama of his tortured soul, it's getting disgusting. And besides his kisses are repulsive. He moves too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, since I'm Christina too. I must have a say in this madness. Dump Hunt, so he can go to that new doc he loves and you take that super cute doc. Problem solved &amp;amp; everyone is happy. People I should be a writer on that show. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway what was the best compliment you ever received?&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2100112333317883605-6575371721724303645?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6575371721724303645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky-you-im-in-mood-to-blabber.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6575371721724303645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6575371721724303645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky-you-im-in-mood-to-blabber.html' title='Best Compliment'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-Fkxds6MEY/SvQ71ed0wgI/AAAAAAAAC6I/J4mRUn06aaU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-686460542247631228</id><published>2009-11-18T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:07:40.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Shows Review*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/5/2/8/4/30764825-30764877-slarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/5/2/8/4/30764825-30764877-slarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Start with quoting James Frey &amp;amp; an end with an amazing performance from Lady Gaga, are a guarantee that this GG episode rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the dress looks like its made by a lame ass Middle-Eastern designer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about that stupid threesome -a9lan who would want to have a twosome with that Dan, let alone a threesome- V looked way more hotter than stupid Hillary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is a bitch. "That line got all blurry" fi 3eenik. He's still a married congressman. If you don't care about his marriage, care about his fucking career. But LOVE the outfit. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;House MD is getting boring &amp;amp; Grey's Anatomy is getting so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Uni Crap* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat: I had a case presentation which went well al 7mdullah. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know who was the doc who's gonna be evaluating me until minutes after the presentation. And to my shock he was the dude in the H1N1 flu add in the hospital. My face turned to WTF? And my friends died from laughing at me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SwSHZmGGUpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/o-o0D3vg9cw/s1600/IMG00193-200911715-1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405594326544044690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SwSHZmGGUpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/o-o0D3vg9cw/s320/IMG00193-200911715-1152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mon: We celebrated S's &lt;em&gt;2 months &amp;amp; 4 days&lt;/em&gt; belated birthday- she was counting LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SwSJa3ZZ9OI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bXb8xOnLaiY/s1600/IMG00198-20091116-1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405596547391550690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SwSJa3ZZ9OI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bXb8xOnLaiY/s320/IMG00198-20091116-1244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wed: I LOVE orthopedics. For 2 reasons: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My uncle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are the sweetest most organized, systematic, simple, considerate surgeons in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the other surgeons, you really need to be given sexual harassment seminars. Sweet talking is one thing but NO TOUCHING! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAJJ BREAK IS ON. XD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-686460542247631228?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/686460542247631228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/randomness.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/686460542247631228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/686460542247631228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SwSHZmGGUpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/o-o0D3vg9cw/s72-c/IMG00193-200911715-1152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3237367130750094622</id><published>2009-11-17T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:29:18.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>One Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://recoveringperfectionist.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/bad_day.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 576px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://recoveringperfectionist.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/bad_day.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up early. Got dressed. Checked my FB account &amp;amp; saw who's my date for today- in the FB application. Got Bradley Cooper for the 2nd time. Thought to myself it's gonna be a wonderful day. Minutes later, I was proved otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a PING on my BBm, then a message telling me where is the class held. I was surprised to get it so early from my friend who shows up minutes before every session. So I BBmed her back "Doesn't the session starts at 10?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S: "No, it starts now. Didn't you check your messages last night". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me check again and OMG it starts at 9. I'm screwed. I'm gonna be at least half an hour late. So S talks for the doc for me, telling him I'm gonna be late. He says it's gonna be OK, but I shouldn't say al slam alikom when I come in. Me BBmed S back: "Why shouldn't I say al slam alikom :S" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S: "So you don't disturb him ya mo5"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? M3 nfso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really freaking out cuz I was late. I HATE being late. I try to tell myself enter with a charming smile &amp;amp; everything will be alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't smile. And he was asking the girls one by one about &lt;em&gt;everything! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I freaked out even more. I didn't read anything about this session. I'm gonna be the dumb girl who showed up late. T_T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He asks me. A faint of a smile crosses my lips &amp;amp; I say sweetly " I don't know". He ignores me &amp;amp; moves on. Then again, it's my turn. I couldn't even carry myself to smile and again "I don't know". Then again, I don't bother speaking English "ma a3rif". Again, I don't bother making eye contact with him "ma a3rif". And again and again and again. I got really irritated, I hate feeling stupid. I even said &lt;em&gt;ma a3rif&lt;/em&gt; to a couple of things that I actually knew, just to pass the time. Al 7mdullah I wasn't the only one LOL. He lost hope on 3 of the girls and stopped asking them. He told Z "some girls just don;t care enough to read". I kept praying he loses interest in me &lt;em&gt;PLEASE GOD LET HIM LOSE HOPE, can't he see I'm a complete idiot, I will never get something right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then the unexpected happened and I actually bothered &amp;amp; answered &amp;amp; it was freaking right. It was a silly question but whatever. Then he asked me a difficult one &amp;amp; OMG the dumb girl got it right again. I could see his pupils dilate. He was freaking staring at me from surprise LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally the session ended, and it was time for him to sign the attending sheet. I didn't sign cuz I didn't get the chance since I was late. And let me tell you this my only comfort was that he doesn't know my name. But then he asked "all of you are here?" and our leader said "Yes, except CoOkie didn't get to sign" &amp;amp; she pointed at me. He stares &amp;amp; my name then at me. Oh God no. Now dumb dumb has a name. T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my day didn't get any better. I heard a bad story then a bad news, that really shook me &amp;amp; made me sick to my stomach. Hope the night is better. I must study for tomorrow's sessions. Don't wanna be Miss Dumb-Dumb &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: thanks to my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fadiosis.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fadiosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; for the new header.  You made my night XOXO.&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/2100112333317883605-3237367130750094622?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3237367130750094622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3237367130750094622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3237367130750094622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-bad-day.html' title='One Bad Day!'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-317625282666224411</id><published>2009-11-13T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:38:52.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Food &amp; Blogs The Ultimate Combo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/Sn_DmoJIU6I/AAAAAAAAbLU/qez7tbuOPtY/s400/Julie+&amp;amp;+Julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/Sn_DmoJIU6I/AAAAAAAAbLU/qez7tbuOPtY/s400/Julie+&amp;amp;+Julia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in such a blessed state of joy al 7mdullah. I just watched &lt;em&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia &lt;/em&gt;and it just made me mellow down in to my soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely &amp;amp; utterly in love with this movie. I mean whats there not to love? Food? Love. books &amp;amp; writing? Love. Blogs? Love. Sweet romance? Love. Meryl Streep? LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mryel was such a delight. So funny &amp;amp; dramatic. Loved her performance to bits &amp;amp; pieces. And she &amp;amp; her husband were so cute together. I loved them. And when he said " Julia your the butter to my bread &amp;amp; the breath to my life" I was speechless. Isn't that the most romantic thing ever? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I seriously disliked this Julie person. And I don't think Amy Adam was a good match, she's far too cute &amp;amp; nice to play her. Why did I dislike her? Well I have read that she has mentioned in her 2nd book that she cheated on her husband while she was doing the &lt;em&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/em&gt; thing. If he is as half as sweet &amp;amp; considerate as in the movie, how could she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh the food was awesome. I'm so in the mood to cook. Oh scratch that I mean EAT! You know its one of my dreams to go to France &amp;amp; learn how to cook professionally. =]&lt;br /&gt;I also want to go to Europe. Eat &amp;amp; shop my way through it. I've only been to 3 European countries. I so badly want to visit the rest. Now preferably. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, I have to go to bed ASAP. I have a very early, busy morning tomorrow. And I'm very out of the ordinary scared. I hope I do well. I'll bore you &amp;amp; tell you all about it later. For now wish me luck &amp;amp; Bon appetit. =]&lt;/span&gt; &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/2100112333317883605-317625282666224411?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/317625282666224411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-blogs-ultimate-combo.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/317625282666224411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/317625282666224411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-blogs-ultimate-combo.html' title='Food &amp; Blogs The Ultimate Combo'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/Sn_DmoJIU6I/AAAAAAAAbLU/qez7tbuOPtY/s72-c/Julie+&amp;+Julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-4108267196971853949</id><published>2009-11-11T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:50:20.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><title type='text'>Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I'm in the mood for gossiping. The juicy kind: guys. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stalked &amp;amp; searched until finally, we knew what is that &lt;a href="http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/encounter-with-resident.html"&gt;resident's&lt;/a&gt; name. I also got his beeper number. You know just in case we want to page him for nothing &amp;amp; make him suffer too. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did I found out his name? That's another story. My friend added me to a BlackBerry messenger medical group. One of the guys was a resident. So I had to ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Hey doc, do you know all the urology residents?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him: yes. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I gave him a summary for that long story.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He laughing so hard &amp;amp; asking me to describe the guy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: He's not white wla asmar, medium height, 7ali8 3la al wa7id &amp;amp; kinda of 3ree9'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him: I know someone who looks like this bs he's white.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me-thinking: He's Saudi white bs not real white. My friend advised me not to say that LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Ok. He's white.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him: yeah I know him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: 6yeb whats his name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him: wallah he's very nice &amp;amp; kind bs maybe he was bored that day o6l3o fikom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: yeah whats his name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him: -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: wallah I don't hate him. Just give me his name. I want to know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He gave me the name XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Thanks a lot doc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm sure he went &amp;amp; told him about this conversation. And now he thinks 7ajah tanyah LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M3 nfso. We are just marrah mla8eef. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. There is this asshole, fuck head intern who thinks we like him &amp;amp; let me tell ye he's butt ugly &amp;amp; looks like a silly gay boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ass added my friend S on the BBm. He took her PIN from that medical group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He doesn't talk so she deleted him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were in some patients room, with a patient. He was with another patient. His patient was a little boy that my friend Z likes. So she waved at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the little boy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ass thought the wave was for him. Then S said this is the intern who added me &amp;amp; I deleted him. I think he heard her &amp;amp; thought 7ajah tanyah. The fuck head ever since started acting weird around us. Stupid weird, like-I'm-ignoring-you-cuz-you-might-rape-me-or-something. Seriously what the fuck? I really want to kick his sissy ass. waja3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3- I saw a guy who at first I thought he looks like Ahmed Dawood from Star Academy. Whom I very much loved LOL. But then I googled Ahmed &amp;amp; that guy looks even more gorgeous LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5sarah he wasn't wearing a lab coat or scrubs. Bs he was walking with a guy who did. So maybe? :P :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Got any boy gossip? Please do share. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-4108267196971853949?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4108267196971853949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/gossip.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4108267196971853949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4108267196971853949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/gossip.html' title='Gossip'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-6817223328122063205</id><published>2009-11-08T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:04:36.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Istanbul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>I Miss You Toto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Ding dong* History class time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v347/65/53/811310466/n811310466_4502326_1782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v347/65/53/811310466/n811310466_4502326_1782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all you must know I'm half Uyghur. 2nd of all, Azerbaijani, Kazakhs, Kyrgyz, Turkish people, Turkmen, Uyghur and Uzbeks, are all basically the same Turkish race that just got separated cuz of wars with the Chinese &amp;amp; Russians. Today, some got their independence and some sadly didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For alot of the Turks who escaped the war to different parts of the world, Turkey is the home away from home. And the Turkish people are so welcoming to them cuz I don't know but maybe they consider them royalty cuz their ancestors are the Othmani emperors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I telling you this? Cuz I'm an Istanbul-holic &amp;amp; I want people to get off of my back when I talk about my beloved eternal city. It's ridiculous how people never noticed that I unstoppably incorporate Istanbul in every conversation except after the popularity of the Turkish soap operas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/65/53/811310466/n811310466_4501946_7360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v359/65/53/811310466/n811310466_4501946_7360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I miss Istanbul so freaking much. It hurts. =[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my cousins. Even though I consider them a major pain in the ass when I am there. I miss walking around &amp;amp; shopping and just breathing its lovely air. I miss the see &amp;amp; the fairy boats. I miss dondurmas, döners &amp;amp; baklawas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe funny thing, I was watching &lt;em&gt;Asi &lt;/em&gt;and she was going to Istanbul for business. So her dad showed her a picture of him, her 7 months pregnant mom &amp;amp; her older sister in Istanbul. He asked her to go to the same place &amp;amp; take a picture. Whats so funny? Well, my mom &amp;amp; her mom have pictures in Istanbul before she got married. And then 21 years ago she went with my dad and took pictures at the same places &amp;amp; she was 7 months pregnant with me. 2 years ago we went to the &lt;em&gt;same places&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; took pictures. LOL coincidence? I think not. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway I've turned to a big slacker lately &amp;amp; I just don't fucking care. I need a brake NOW! Al7mdullah al Hajj vacation is in a week yay. But I must study cuz I have my midterms after. =[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LOL I'm being an ass too, picking on some people &amp;amp; making them hate me. It's not like they are innocent or anything. Actually they are big asses but I wont let it slide anymore &amp;amp; I will put a magnifier to every fucking mistake. So be afraid. Be very afraid. :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-6817223328122063205?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6817223328122063205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you-toto.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6817223328122063205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6817223328122063205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you-toto.html' title='I Miss You Toto'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-70909004324570705</id><published>2009-10-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:59:46.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><title type='text'>A Rotten Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/tasmania/stories/m1161204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.abc.net.au/tasmania/stories/m1161204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to bake some cookies, but that went down the drain. I broke the egg on the cookie mix - I know I should have done that on a separate bowl- and it was rotten. The smell was unbearable, the worst thing I ever smelled &amp;amp; I've been around alot of cadavers &amp;amp; some seriously nasty chemicals. Ewww I can still smell it on the tips of my fingers. =[&lt;br /&gt;You can guarantee, I ain't baking or eating eggs in the near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of October the Breast cancer awareness months, so I must leave you with this message: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feelyourboobies.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feel your boobies girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-70909004324570705?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/70909004324570705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/rotten-egg.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/70909004324570705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/70909004324570705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/rotten-egg.html' title='A Rotten Egg'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-130717204304902676</id><published>2009-10-27T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:16:33.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>An Encounter With A Resident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/lirix333/COX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/lirix333/COX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been clerking -asking patients to give us history- for a couple of days now, but NO one wants to talk to us and even the one dude I talked to yesterday was ... Well, lets just say he doesn't count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me &amp;amp; G went clerking in the female &amp;amp; male medical wards for half an hour &amp;amp; still no one wants to talk to us. I have reached a point where I'll start begging the patients "Pleaaaaaaaaaaase. I didn't take a decent history since Little K. PLEASE talk to me" and I'll add some tears to soften their hearts. I have even thought of storming in and scare the hell out of them with a " You were misdiagnosed. I'm the equivalent of Dr. House. I'm YOUR ONLY CHANCE OF SURVIVAL! If you don't talk to me NOW, you WILL die!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God G suggested that we go to the ER, since one of the doctors told us that the people there are bored from waiting for a doctor to see them. On our way we met Z and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;We were the only students there. There weren't many patients that early in the morning. But thankfully we found one old man in some room and he delightedly agreed to talk to us. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;Z started talking to him and then out of no where this resident stormed into the room, closed the door, pulled the curtains shut, then said "Secure the patient's privacy. 5 marks lost" and then stood next to the patient and stared at us. I was like umm should we leave? Z said " 3n eznak" and was about to take off. He stopped her and then said introduce yourself. I was like to you or to the patient? We already did that. We were like the three stooges LOL. He said it again. So I said "I'm D, 4th year medical student". He looked at Z and she said "n7na sana rab3ah" with a hand gesture that implied &lt;em&gt;this is too advance for me&lt;/em&gt; LOL. He looked at G and asked her to introduce herself. She did. Then Z again &amp;amp; finally she did LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked Z about the history, since she was the one interviewing the patient. She said it &amp;amp; he said it was perfect. =]&lt;br /&gt;Then it was dumb dumb me's part. He asked me to put my ID on my chest insted of attached to my lower pocket. I was very nervous and freaked so as I was trying to do so I dropped it and took for ever to put it on LOL. Then he asked me to describe the patient or something like that. Before that I must say he was speaking English and refused to answer us when we spoke Arabic and he looked Saudi. So I was very confused cuz he acted like he didn't understand what we are saying. Back to the describing, I didn't know what to describe exactly? So I told him " I don't get what you want from me" in a very shaky voice, that my friends later told me it was like I was speaking to an Indian or something LOL. He didn't fucking answer me &amp;amp; grabbed the patients urine bag. So I said "He has hematuria". Then he said "Baksh" to Z "your the daughter of surgeon A. Baksh. He was so aggressive with me". She said "NO, my dad is very nice o 6yeb and he's not a doctor". The idiot then said he was being scary cuz he thought she was his daughter. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started asking about the causes of hematuria. He was like D what is lala? Z what is todolo? G what is bla? poor G said something wrong then when she said another thing which was right &amp;amp; in fact the patients diagnosis. He screamed at her saying something that I don't remember. You can say her confidence was shattered for now. Z said that maybe the urine is red cuz he's using some TB medication. He told her " lo jbtih tkony sha6rah". Now he speaks Arabic?  Anyway I told him which drug "Rifampcin" and Z said "D sha6rah kman LOL". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he asked some questions that we didn't know its answers, so he told us to read about them and that he has memorized our faces &amp;amp; will&lt;/em&gt; ask about them next time he sees us. The 1st thing I did when I got home today, is open my medicine books &amp;amp; I read all about them. Ask me now! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today, we wanted to know his name. I'm sure I heard him introduce himself or how would we have known he's a resident in urology. He didn't have his ID on, and he had the audacity to question me about where I hanged mine? I guess cuz we were freaked out we didn't remember his name. Z was obsessing &amp;amp; fussing about her not wanting to see him ever again, then wanting to prove herself. Although mashallah he said she's an A type student. So stop fussing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we saw him again later on. He was talking to someone. Z saw him and ran. I turned my face to look &amp;amp; he looked straight at me. Z then again obsessed about him seeing her running LOL. I told her "Yes he saw you and now he's telling his friend &amp;amp; laughing at you". :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very much happy about this encounter, besides the fact that I felt so DUMB when he asked me to describe the patient. It was an exam like atmosphere and it made me want to learn even more. Thank you doc whoever you are. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-130717204304902676?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/130717204304902676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/encounter-with-resident.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/130717204304902676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/130717204304902676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/encounter-with-resident.html' title='An Encounter With A Resident'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-7503080703135526967</id><published>2009-10-23T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:04:22.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fileserver.tinker.com/tinker/events/7/7793_main_image_1249416681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 479px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fileserver.tinker.com/tinker/events/7/7793_main_image_1249416681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just watched The Ugly Truth and Ouch. I still have a smirk on my face. I loved it. it's my favourite kind of blind, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funny, sexy and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Premiere+Warner+Brothers+Gran+Torino+Arrivals+gAnH41SRFCxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 423px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www1.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Premiere+Warner+Brothers+Gran+Torino+Arrivals+gAnH41SRFCxl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Eric Winter, the orthopedic surgeon that she wants to land, is such a hottie. Yummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ugly truth is there aren't many cute doctors out there. It's just a TV myth. But it's not like women care about their looks. Once they hear the word doctor they go insane. LOL. The uglier truth is that doesn't apply to female doctors.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I must set the record straight. I know many people think &amp;amp; say that female doctors &amp;amp; medical students are unattractive &amp;amp; sloppy. It's OK I fell for it too. But now I have learned that it's just a myth set by a jelous girl who didn't get into medical school. Seriously we are&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smoking hot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We study in a different campus than the other girls. I have been there, wallah we are so much better looking and we put so much less make up. And once my friend told me she showed our pics to one of her friends &amp;amp; she was shocked of how beautiful we looked &amp;amp; didn't believe that we are medical students. The fact that we are not always out &amp;amp; about socializing with people doesn't mean we are ugly. You just forgot how we look. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hold your pants. Don't get offended. I'm just defending the weaker species. My species. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful truth is we, all girls are gorgeous. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-7503080703135526967?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7503080703135526967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugly-truth.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7503080703135526967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7503080703135526967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1049121681493485909</id><published>2009-10-22T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:03:07.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Chuck Bass Was Kissed By A DUDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally al 7mdullah last week is OVER! I had the history presentation which was frustrating. And the last 2 days I attended &lt;em&gt;The 5th Scientific Meeting for Saudi General Surgery Society, &lt;/em&gt;plus my sessions in the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I registered &amp;amp; paid for the conference, they told us if we don't attend 4 out of the 6 sessions we won't get an attendance certificate. WHAT THE HELL? I attended part of every session &amp;amp; I got my certificate yay. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395393291383647314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SuBJnMxyrFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oQYkKCqtG68/s320/IMG00164-20091020-1641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took this fuzzy picture while laughing cuz my friend was laughing at the girls heads &amp;amp; the sound of the flash. LOL m3 nfsha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's strange how perfect strangers sometimes care about you more than the fucking people that act as your friends. Thank you Martin you made my day &amp;amp; you are the sweetest person ever. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*spoiler alert* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah your dying to know. Chuck was kissed by a guy in the 6the episode of GG. It was sweet &amp;amp; all Blair's fault. That will gurntee some spice in their life. The lovey dovey couple are getting boring. Oh &amp;amp; chucky lost some weight, he looks better. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you don't want to spoile it further don't watch the video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_kuz45kKLw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_kuz45kKLw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1049121681493485909?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1049121681493485909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/chuck-bass-was-kissed-by-dude.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1049121681493485909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1049121681493485909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/chuck-bass-was-kissed-by-dude.html' title='Chuck Bass Was Kissed By A DUDE!'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SuBJnMxyrFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oQYkKCqtG68/s72-c/IMG00164-20091020-1641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2392058849122001037</id><published>2009-10-19T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:03:01.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><title type='text'>Injustice Pisses Me OFF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/Sty78MSOnLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bqwlFdUWIbI/s1600-h/1280674ztuyvnw3kb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394393096447237298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/Sty78MSOnLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bqwlFdUWIbI/s320/1280674ztuyvnw3kb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are supposed to give 3 history presentations. The 1st one is just practice, not graded. The 2nd 5 marks. The 3rd 15. So we have to make the MOST of the 1st. But obviously not all the doctors assigned to grade us are aware or even understand what we need &amp;amp; are graded based on from what we don't give a shit about. So freaking normally the picking of who's girl going to present in front of which doctor is random. And that is or actually &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;the case. Until our group leader whom I like &amp;amp; respect mush SCRWED UP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She changed everything based on her own preferences or whichever reason she had. And she might not have known or maybe she did, but she ended up with the best doctor. She put me in the last group &amp;amp; in the freaking afternoon, both things which I hate. And she didn't even bother to tell me when &amp;amp; with whom until I freaking asked. I ended up with a shitty female resident. That honestly I don't think I benefited much from her. I'm still confused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong if my name was assigned to her, I wouldn't have mind much cuz I nor anyone in my level would have a say in this. But that wasn't the case. She put herself in a questioned position, I'm pissed &amp;amp; I have the freaking right to be so! &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/2100112333317883605-2392058849122001037?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2392058849122001037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/injustice-pisses-me-off.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2392058849122001037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2392058849122001037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/injustice-pisses-me-off.html' title='Injustice Pisses Me OFF!'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/Sty78MSOnLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bqwlFdUWIbI/s72-c/1280674ztuyvnw3kb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-3679653254461302027</id><published>2009-10-15T14:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:38:50.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>I'm OOOOOOOOLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/Coreen1986/happy-birthday-princess-mylar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/Coreen1986/happy-birthday-princess-mylar.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck. The clock just stroke 12. I'm officially 21. And this day will pass like the rest of them, cuz I already had 2 parties to celebrate my 21th B-day. I can't be greedy and ask for a THIRD one on the real day or can I ? :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 1st was with my family on my birthday by Hijri calender. The 2nd was in April I guess. It was a surprise party thrown by my friends. And it was a total freaking SURPRISE! I mean 6 months before the real B-day LOL. What were they thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They got me a diamond ring. Love you guys. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mmm I feel nothing. I don't want to be old. Please no I-wish-you-live-a-hundred-more-years wishes. I hate them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another notice, I just got this freaky message on Facebook, that made me die from laughing: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;swear my heart only belong 2 u , everybody should know that but perfect time will come , and we will be 2gether4ever :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea who's the idiot who sent it bs mn jed LOOOOOOOOOOOL. Dream on sucker LOOOOOOOOOOOOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-3679653254461302027?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3679653254461302027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-oooooooold.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3679653254461302027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/3679653254461302027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-oooooooold.html' title='I&apos;m OOOOOOOOLD!'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1810915349888899587</id><published>2009-10-14T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:36:05.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>I Won :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Foshia head scarf* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went with my friends to Little K's room and she pulled the covers on her face &amp;amp; pretended to sleep. The second we left she jumped out of bed. I saw that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Day 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* Green head scarf*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went with Z and little K was sitting &amp;amp; chit chatting with another patient. We asked her if she would pretty please give us her history. She refused &amp;amp; threw us out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* Green head scarf*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend M told me she promised to play Uno with Little K and asked me to come along.&lt;br /&gt;I did &amp;amp; she allowed me to examine her. She told me that my palpitation is like a massage LOL. Hopefully now I learned the right way. Thank you Little K. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;M played with her Uno &amp;amp; they had a bet if M lost she'll get her a bouquet of white &amp;amp; red flowers. M played to lose, but the cards didn't seem to agree with that plan. We had to cheat LOL. We told M the colors of K's cards. Yellow was jaundice, blue was cyanosis and red was redness, but next time it will be erythema. :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little K was going to win a couple of times but she didn't seem to want to end the game and I'm sorry but we have a lecture to attend in less than 5 minutes we HAVE TO GO! So I told M " She does not want the game to end". K looked at me &amp;amp; said " Btw I know what you guys are saying". She said it in Arabic but still I was shocked. I didn't think she understood English, cuz she looks so young, 8 at the most. Besides  we were talking to each other in English and she didn't seem to understand. So I asked about her age and she was 17 0_0. A few seconds later she ended the game. I felt sooooooooo BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I met L- the patient next to her. Such a sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Foshia head scarf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went with my friend to take history from sweet L. Little K was watching us, then we started talking, then she brought the Uno &amp;amp; I played with her. I played to WIN! But I LOST BIG TIME! Then she suggested that if I win I can take her history 0_0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WON! And began to take her history. Let me tell you this Little K is a very sarcastic, funny, stubborn little girl. Taking history from her was a bit challenging. At first she was answering me in English, but when I asked her how old is she? she said seventy. I said "Oh y3ny you are sb3een or did you mean seventeen". :P She smiled &amp;amp; didn't answer. Then I asked her do you want me to ask you the questions in English? She said yes. I asked. She said I was speaking Chinese. I was so relieved. She does not know English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I continued taking history from her &amp;amp; sometimes I got medical terms she heard the doctors use, some her real complains and some weird stuff LOL. I was asking her if she has any abdominal pain? She said no &amp;amp; I moved on to the next question. Then suddenly she had a huge grin on her face &amp;amp; told me she has "LIVER pain". I was like huh? You have LIVER pain? What do you mean you just said you have no abdominal pain? She said" I have liver pain. Right liver pain" and touched her liver! :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liver pain didn't make any sense in her condition and NO ONE say "I have LIVER PAIN" so I was doubtful but she did have gall bladder stones 3 years ago so I asked "Describe the pain?". She said "Those doctors are squeezing &amp;amp; hurting my liver. I want to kick them like a donkey". I was like LOOOOOOOOOL that's not real liver pain, they were just examining you. Move on. She kept on telling me I have joint pain, which again doesn't make any sense. Then I understood that some neurologist visited her last night &amp;amp; hit her with the hammer a few times. Poor girl LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At one point M came &amp;amp; asked her if she got the flowers? She said yes and thanked her, but then she asked about the girl with the green head scarf? I was like what? That's me. She said "No that girl didn't know how to examine, she was massaging me". Again me! LOL. She refused to believe that the girl in the green scarf is the same girl she's talking to in the foshia head scarf. But that's OK, cuz I don't think she likes her much. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foshia, green or blue I won and got her history. Yay me. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: this story happened over the last 2 weeks. I just mentioned the days that mattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.S: everyone wanted to take her history. That makes me special. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1810915349888899587?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1810915349888899587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-won-p.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1810915349888899587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1810915349888899587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-won-p.html' title='I Won :P'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-6399523258211471091</id><published>2009-10-10T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:02:51.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an ugly truth'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since my last post. Not because there is nothing to talk about, cuz my life is pretty much hectic right now. It's just that I'm not sure I can talk about my patients. You know cuz of the doctor patient confidentiality, but then again I'm no doctor &amp;amp; I didn't take any oath. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my schedule it's like kindergarten. Most days I only have to attend 2 hours, but of course we stay longer. Geeks I know. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been busy last week learning how to &amp;amp; taking history from patients. At first I was very nervous to do it solo, but once I did it, al 7mdullah it came natural to me. =]&lt;br /&gt;This week we started the examination. I'm not so thrilled about it. I will practice on my friends cuz the patients are very sick to be touched and squeezed by immatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm just amazed how many people are stupid enough to sell their souls to the devil for money? And are OK with hurting innocent people? Even though what they are doing in Islam is out of question 7aram and kofr? The unfortunate thing is that they look &amp;amp; act respectable fooling most people, so you can't accuse them of what they really are, cuz you won't be believed. I hope they enjoy burning in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-6399523258211471091?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6399523258211471091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/update_10.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6399523258211471091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/6399523258211471091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/update_10.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-8891912698984848437</id><published>2009-10-03T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:53:25.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>4th Year- Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hellllllllllo clinical years. Hoa. I just came back from the hospital &amp;amp; guess what? I didn't take surgery nor medicine yaay. It was just orientation &amp;amp; some lame talk. I'm excited it seems like a good module. And cuz it's new we are all gonna PASS! =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway today my friend picked me up &amp;amp; we went to the uni's hospital. The second I met my friends it was like we never parted a day. We kissed and hugged then my friend M started screaming &amp;amp; showed me her copy of The Lost Symbol. Naturally I started screaming too. LOL We LOVE books. No it's not in Saudi till another month, she got it from the UAE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the orientation we talked about books &amp;amp; laughed when people laughed then asked "What did he say?" then laughed some more LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the orientation the doctor told us to stop smiling LOL. Told the guys to be more respectful &amp;amp; don't dress like idiots just to be cool. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one of his stories: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He saw a guy sitting &amp;amp; eating in a corridor and next to him was a girl and they were talking. The doc thought that the situation was a little bit "romantic" but thought it's better not to say so. So, he stared at the guy and the guy stared back. Then the guy said "fi shy?". The doc didn't want to say why are you sitting with this girl alone with romance filling the air? So he said "Didn't you know that it's not allowed to eat here?". The jerk looked the doc up side down and checked the whole place, then said "I don't see a don't-eat-here sign". The doc said "Oh so I should write it in every hall &amp;amp; room in the hospital?" The jerk responded by " SHOOF!". The doc got scared. You see he's a small cute man. The jerk continued " I know B " B is a big someone. The doc said " Well I know someone who is bigger". But he didn't tell him who cuz he didn't know if he's bigger or not LOL. And then said " Listen punk, take off cuz I have started to get pissed". Well, those weren't his exact words but I forgot. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anywho the story is so much funnier when Dr. Al -Jiffery tells it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/Ssc3u78hoVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jEvs6n-VtZo/s1600-h/Group%2520of%2520Doctors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388336758677152082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/Ssc3u78hoVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jEvs6n-VtZo/s320/Group%2520of%2520Doctors.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on to a more stupider boring subject. So, I delayed getting a new lab coat till late last week. And when I went to order a new one they told me it'll take 10 day to be ready. I said no I don't want to wait that long so I bought an already made one. The problem is it's short above my knees. And I don't know if it's OK to wear it in the hospital, since it's Saudi &amp;amp; all. Plus I don't want the girls to think I'm a slut or anything cuz I always wear skinny pants. You would be surprised how judgmental those girls can be. And to tell yeah the truth I could give a shit if it's short but I don't want people to talk. Tell me what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-8891912698984848437?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8891912698984848437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/4th-year-day-1.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8891912698984848437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/8891912698984848437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/4th-year-day-1.html' title='4th Year- Day 1'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/Ssc3u78hoVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jEvs6n-VtZo/s72-c/Group%2520of%2520Doctors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-4320547402635955947</id><published>2009-10-02T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T02:55:00.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow I'm going back to school, or in my case hospital. I'm scared LOL. It feels like a new chapter of my life. Hopefully it will be a happy one with less drama. Whom am I kidding? This is medical school. With less traumatic annoying drama.&lt;br /&gt;My day will start at 9 a.m. which is a HUGE improvement. I hope it's not just tomorrow. I have medicine &amp;amp; surgery. The rest of the schedule will be known tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Last year 4th year student, took a WEEK orientation cuz it's the beginning of the clinical years. But apparently we are a bunch of extra ordinary geniuses and we don't need orientation. Good for us LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SsXNCl3CttI/AAAAAAAAAN0/q0NtrTz8MEU/s1600-h/n811310466_2127110_8111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387937973625075410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SsXNCl3CttI/AAAAAAAAAN0/q0NtrTz8MEU/s320/n811310466_2127110_8111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my metal braces a few days ago and I absolutely hate it. It's sharper and irritating. But I look OK. Not as freaky as I thought I would look. =]&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that I'm so stupid &amp;amp; I should have waited till I get my hospital ID. Cuz now my mouth will look like a fish &amp;amp; my smile won't be cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SsXLgnwW9ZI/AAAAAAAAANc/2CE_gPOQPhY/s1600-h/33346208.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SsXNCZbTnyI/AAAAAAAAANs/OlWMgelI9Vs/s1600-h/33346208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387937970287517474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SsXNCZbTnyI/AAAAAAAAANs/OlWMgelI9Vs/s320/33346208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also finished the book I was reading &lt;em&gt;Chances.&lt;/em&gt; It's really entertaining. I love it &amp;amp; can't wait to read the sequel. But it's not for everyone. This is one of its reviews "Should be called 'The Godfather Goes to Bed'" - Cable News Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: that's not why I liked it. :P &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/2100112333317883605-4320547402635955947?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4320547402635955947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4320547402635955947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4320547402635955947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/SsXNCl3CttI/AAAAAAAAAN0/q0NtrTz8MEU/s72-c/n811310466_2127110_8111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-9176277680497819832</id><published>2009-09-24T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:40:04.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Housy HOusy, I Love U Housy</title><content type='html'>Just saw House MD season 6 premiere and OMG it's AMAZING! Kicks GG's ass. It's so heart warming. I almost cried LOL! Oh better run to Facebook and ruin it for my friends. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I watched it, I was so sad &amp;amp; depressed. You know when everything is crashing around you and you just try to hold on. But then, this one little thing pisses you off &amp;amp; you can't freaking take it anymore. That's how I feel right now. And the cherry on top of my cake was Mr.Bibi. My blackberry won't connect with the internet and I don't know why? Me so sad! =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, I was happy that school is coming up, but I'm not any more. I don't wanna go. I'm so used to costing &amp;amp; doing nothing. And I don't want to meet people. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone provided by mobily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-9176277680497819832?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/9176277680497819832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/housy-housy-i-love-u-housy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9176277680497819832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/9176277680497819832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/housy-housy-i-love-u-housy.html' title='Housy HOusy, I Love U Housy'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-2639541725928851544</id><published>2009-09-24T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:27:50.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAUST'/><title type='text'>KAUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday the 23rd of September 2009, was KAUST inauguration ceremony. It's an international, graduate-level research university, located in Thuwal - Saudi Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say it right up front: I'm so jealous from the people who are going there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them to open a medical college and also make it for undergraduates. I mean you call a person with an MD in medicine a doctor and you also call them that if they have a PhD. So what I'm asking totally make sense. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main KAUST campus from the Sea Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288929290_94702289290_2343900_4438401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 508px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288929290_94702289290_2343900_4438401_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Research Laboratory Buildings at Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288924290_94702289290_2343899_145492_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 505px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288924290_94702289290_2343899_145492_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Administration Building Rotunda from main campus plaza at sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10135_134288899290_94702289290_2343895_7929949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10135_134288899290_94702289290_2343895_7929949_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAUST Library at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288884290_94702289290_2343892_7612695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 506px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288884290_94702289290_2343892_7612695_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAUST Nanofabriation Laboratory Interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10135_134288894290_94702289290_2343894_703281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 505px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10135_134288894290_94702289290_2343894_703281_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus Greenhouses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288879290_94702289290_2343891_3673229_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288879290_94702289290_2343891_3673229_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;KAUST Library from the Sea Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288874290_94702289290_2343890_8213195_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 506px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs274.snc1/10135_134288874290_94702289290_2343890_8213195_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;© 2009 J.B. Picoulet – S. Lourié&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all made from echo friendly material, got the best, high technology and it's supposed to become one of the top 10 best universities in the world. How amazing? I'm so proud. Go Saudi, go! =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-2639541725928851544?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2639541725928851544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaust.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2639541725928851544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/2639541725928851544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaust.html' title='KAUST'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-4821152982184136806</id><published>2009-09-23T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T04:21:37.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky Saudis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>GG And Happy Bday KSA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKAV8anZos/SmRLwT-1P5I/AAAAAAAAACE/05e2mEwiI2M/s400/Chuck-Blair-xoxo-blair-and-chuck-7103938-399-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKAV8anZos/SmRLwT-1P5I/AAAAAAAAACE/05e2mEwiI2M/s400/Chuck-Blair-xoxo-blair-and-chuck-7103938-399-600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gosssssssssip girl's second episode is so much better. I LOVE IT! I'm still so excited. I want Monday to come now! LOL&lt;br /&gt;But, mmm Chuck is making me feel sick. I love him but what's with the jewelry? So disgusting. And he should really lose some weight ,gain some muscles and add some extra centimeters to his height. If he could. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Serena's outfits. Except the last one very fugly. And she's such a stupid girl. What is she five? :/ VERY ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;Blair, ya nass I love her. She's so cute. Oh and Nate's new girl and Carter are also super cute.&lt;br /&gt;What I hate about lonely boy:&lt;br /&gt;1. His voice.&lt;br /&gt;2. His hair.&lt;br /&gt;3. His stupid attitude.&lt;br /&gt;4. The fact that he's not so lonely any more.&lt;br /&gt;5. And his short brother. No tall guys in America wanna act? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs228.snc1/7528_1218386413272_1037228392_30678716_8366480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs228.snc1/7528_1218386413272_1037228392_30678716_8366480_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's it no more spoiling. :P But on another subject, today is KSA national day. So I decided to over look all the negatives and look at the brighter side of Saudi and what I like about it. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;1. I like king Abdullah and his new university. Today is the opening ceremony. So exciting, I want to go. =[&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't have to pay to go to college. On the contrary they pay me. XD&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't have to have great hair all the time- but I do have it- and dress to impress. I only have to put on an awesome abaya and I'm rocking it. :P&lt;br /&gt;4. I did Hajj and I can go to Makkah and AL-Madinah whenever I want. =]&lt;br /&gt;5. They have great Islamic classes at schools. The fact that people misinterpret Islam here and claim they act by it is the reason why I hate Saudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I can't think of anything else. I want a parade. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-4821152982184136806?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4821152982184136806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/gg-and-happy-bday-ksa.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4821152982184136806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/4821152982184136806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/gg-and-happy-bday-ksa.html' title='GG And Happy Bday KSA!'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKAV8anZos/SmRLwT-1P5I/AAAAAAAAACE/05e2mEwiI2M/s72-c/Chuck-Blair-xoxo-blair-and-chuck-7103938-399-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-7137273336671299872</id><published>2009-09-19T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:17:37.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>Happy Eid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://motlaq.ws/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/%D8%B9%D9%8A%D8%AF%20%D8%B3%D8%B9%D9%8A%D8%AF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://motlaq.ws/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/%D8%B9%D9%8A%D8%AF%20%D8%B3%D8%B9%D9%8A%D8%AF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy mushroom day everyone. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-7137273336671299872?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7137273336671299872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-eid.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7137273336671299872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7137273336671299872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-eid.html' title='Happy Eid'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-7902960180363928919</id><published>2009-09-18T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:07:29.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Who's That Girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pressoffers.co.uk/images/categories/292_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pressoffers.co.uk/images/categories/292_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pressoffers.co.uk/images/categories/292_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Alexandra. Her books are fun and light reads, that I very much like. But this one made me cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's about this girl, Charlotte who meets her twenty-one-year-old self Lottie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charlotte is an uptight, stressed, professional, responsible, hard working girl.&lt;br /&gt;Lottie is fun, care free, flirty, ... etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charlotte tries to give advice to Lottie to fix her life and to avoid some traumatic experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So why did I cry? Well, I'm more like the thirty-something Charlotte and I'm only 20 T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to look back at my life and see how crazy it was. how much fun I had. Dude I seriously need to let loose more often and stop fucking stressing over everything. But on the bright side I already use sun screen which means I'll have a great skin when I'm thirty. :P&lt;br /&gt;And I do share one thing with Lottie. I still believe in me &amp;amp; my dreams. There is still hope for me right?=] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In books I read, I always mark the pages with lines I LOVE. In this book I only marked this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;19. Cheap shoes suck. Save up and buy designer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because there are some things in life that are worth spending money on, and Jimmy Choos are one of them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooooooo true I can't agree more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-7902960180363928919?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7902960180363928919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-that-girl.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7902960180363928919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/7902960180363928919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-that-girl.html' title='Who&apos;s That Girl?'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100112333317883605.post-1331985829542419782</id><published>2009-09-14T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:30:36.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red carpet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spotted Shakira AND Pink wearing the same dress at the VMA's on the red carpet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gossipgirl.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Shakira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gossipgirl.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Shakira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gossipgirl.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gossipgirl.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would really freak out if that happened to me. A9lan it's not that good of a dress. :/&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090519/425.swayze.niemi.lc.051909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090519/425.swayze.niemi.lc.051909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and Patrick Swayze Died at Age 57, after a struggle with pancreatic cancer. RIP. =[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhhh I'm dying to see GG. Stupid Gossip Girl on twitter is totally spoiling it. Don't read CoOkie, don't read. =[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2100112333317883605-1331985829542419782?l=dodahcookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1331985829542419782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouch.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1331985829542419782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2100112333317883605/posts/default/1331985829542419782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodahcookies.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Smart CoOKie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639468332590220310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1nx12JalsIQ/S6va4YLsKMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YbJvqkfAtzA/S220/tinker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
